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[Dormack Shander]

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The thudding from the doorknocker echoed through the house. Muttering to himself he continued writing in his journal. The knocking on the door didn’t quiet even after a few minutes. Finally caving in he sat up from his desk and stumbled down the stairs. He had regretted ignoring the knock, if it was one of his masters he would surely be punished for making them wait. Why would a master be visiting him at his home?

Wrapping his rough bone fingers around the door handle he heaved it open. As he hoped it wasn’t a master, it was a family of stragglers, a mother and father with their offspring standing between them. He raised a brow in confusion.

“What?” he asked coldly, he slid his gloves of his fleshless hands.

“Please sir, our horses have tired and we have no where to stay.” The woman spoke. He long wet hair stuck to her face and her lips.

“Why are you out wondering if you have no place to go?”

“We’re running.” Spoke the small child; the boy had short brown hair and a ragged robe. “Orcs are chasing us, we need somewhere to hide, please!”

“Do you follow the virtue, friends?” Dormack tried his damnedest to hide the sarcasm in his deep voice.

“Yes! Yes we do!” spoke the woman, a hint of hope in her voice.

A thin-lipped smile crossed his face. What better a sacrifice to Oblivion than a family of followers of virtues? He spoke carefully, not to act to excited. “Come in.”

The family followed Dormack, his muscled body lead the ways through the halls. Making his way up the stairs they followed, than another set. They soon found themselves in the dining room; he motioned for them to take a seat. Pointing to the child he spoke coldly, “Come child, I’ll find you some dry clothing.”

Leading the boy over to a magically tile they vanished. A couple moments later he returned to the dining room.

“The boy would like to see his mother for a moment” motioning to follow him he walked over to the tile.

Teleporting a floor higher they stood in a small boxed in room. It was on the roof, leaving nowhere to run. The mother looked around, her son was chained to a wall and had a piece of cloth jammed in his mouth. She spun to look at Dormack, she turned to meet his hand, he forced the cloth into her mouth than shoved her against the wall. Raising her arms he chained her to the wall, than chained her ankles. He pulled the wet hair from her face and threw it around her shoulders.

Returning to the dining room he motioned for the father to follow him. He wasn’t at all that big, he had a sway in his walk, and a cut across his face, Dormack could easily handle him. Dormack stepped on to the magical tile after the man and followed him to the same boxed in room as the boy and woman was in.

Glancing around at his two loved ones he fumed in fury. He spun around and swung his fist. Dormack unsheathed his katana and spun it in front of him before the man knew what happened. His hand dropped to the ground as he screamed in agony. Looking up into the cold eyes of the man who was about the take his life he spoke quietly.

“Make it quick.” Dormack didn’t disagree with the man, muttering a few words he shot something at him. His body filled with pain, spikes coursed through his body, cutting his bones beneath the skin. The sword followed the spell and embedded itself cleanly in his stomach. Blood dripped from the blade of the sword as it was slowly slid out.

“Etheng!” He hollered.

Turning to the son and mother he raised his katana and cut cleaning across the boys throat. Blood streamed down his chest and his body quickly went limp.

“Etheng!” he yelled again.

Placing a stare upon the woman, her beautiful pure skin seemed unharmed. Her long hair hung over her shoulders, and her tears streamed down her face. He removed the cloth from her mouth so she was able to speak. She spoke in between sobs, her words stammered.

“Please, please just kill me. I don’t fear death! She glared coldly into the eyes of Dormack”

“No, I will give you something much better. I will teach you the ways of the anti-virtues. No more will you follow those foolish virtues my dear. You will serve me, until I see fit, you have already learned your first lesson: don’t fear death embrace it. I have delivered two sacrifices to Oblivion this night, now I will deliver him yet another follower.”

Unchaining her he lead her to the basement and threw her in a room surrounded by stonewalls. Leaving the two male corpses to rot upstairs he closed her door than quickly heaved it open again.

“You should be grateful.” He closed the door again and left. This night had been a productive night indeed.