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[Dormack Shander]

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Being a benevolent man, he offered his services to an unfamiliar face. The wonderer replied by striking him to the ground, no words exchanged. He remembered staring up into the cold eyes of the wonderer as he unsheathed his scimitar. The moonlight sparkled off its perfectly crafted metal blade. To his luck something had taken his mind off him, as he was able to scamper off into the night.

Curled up tightly in a ball, he squeezed himself together by wrapping his arms around his legs; he huddled in fear against the damp tree. Praying to his god that this evil would not find him. Was it really a big deal to find him now? All he had done was simply offer his services, that man, that man must be the devil himself. He was almost satisfied with the thoughts he was creating in his head. He didn’t even hear the slithering above him; he didn’t see the deadly acid dripping from the dark serpents fangs.

Before he realized it he was being crushed together by the strength of the serpents body. The fangs were revealed in front of his eyes, its mouth open widely. Waiting for its orders to devour the life of this virtuous fool. A voice spoke calmly; the words weren’t understandable as they slithered from his tongue. The serpent reluctantly loosened his grip, its mouth still open widely before the frightened mans face.

“Do it slowly, allow his scream to fill your ears. Praise Oblivion as soon as the deed is done, do this and you shall sleep comfortably.” The voice commanded, the same voice that calmed the serpent.

“Yes master.” She spoke quietly. Opening her necromancy spell book to a specific page she mouthed the words over and over. Memorizing them before she closed the book, she carefully tucked it away within her backpack. This was the same book that Dormack had given her but only a few months before. After killing her beloved son and husband as a sacrifice to Oblivion he had taken her in. Teaching her the ways of the anti-virtues, teaching her the ways of Oblivion. It had taken many months for him to break her down, but he had done it. It was irrelevant the out come of this girl, he had always told himself, she had something special within her. Every time he had beaten her, her eyes always flashed a hue of random colors.

She stood before the man, resting her hand on the serpents’ scaled head. Blist had never taken kindly to anyone else but his master. Dormack had found him abandoned in the lands of Chaos in Ilshenar. Taking him in as his own, he had trained him to obey him, and trained him to feed and kill for its life. They had a magical bond, one that allowed him to summon Blist to his side whenever it was needed. Renvu was the only person the black serpent had ever taken a liking to either than his master, perhaps it was the evil that lay deep within her, or the promise she had in Dormacks eyes.

Closing her eyes tightly she mouthed the words a few more times.

“Hurry up and get started.” Dormack spoke impatiently.

The generous man knew this was his time, he had offered his aid to the wrong person this night. He breathed in slowly, attempting to press out his chest to show his determination. It was no use, Blists’ hold had loosened some, but not enough to attempt to out muscle it. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to show no fear but to accept his death.

Dormack couldn’t help but laughing out loud, the man would soon fail in any attempt of bravery. Renvu spoke the words loudly, snapping her wrist and opening her palm to release a spike like spell. The pain shot through his body, causing him to cough and vomit uncontrollably. Slowly the pain faded away and he felt as well as he did before she casted her spell. Once again she snapped her wrist causing an uncontrollable pain to course through his body.

She repeated this for a few minutes until the man finally gave in. Screaming out loud, pleading for mercy, tears streamed down his face. Dormack leaned against the trunk of the tree, a leg bent up resting his foot while his other leg was extended to the ground. His arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed tiredly he spoke steadily.

“Finish it.”

Nodding slightly she snapped her wrist sending the pain through his body once more. Following that she lodged her sword deep into his throat. The noise of screaming filled her ears for a moment, than there was silence.

“Etheng!” She cried out loudly. Blist squeezed tightly, snapping all the bones of the already dead man. Releasing the hold on the body it fell limply to the ground. Dormack nodded to himself and pushed himself off the tree. He was impressed, she hadn’t been merciful to any extent, and had learned many things.

“Darkness came before light.” They were the first words towards the anti-virtues that she had learned.

“You may sleep in a bed this evening and not in the cell.” Said Dormack. He allowed Blist to return to his plain of existence before leaving the body to rot.

The Lich Lord would be impressed, he had hoped. Towards the members of The Order of the Ebon Skull, he was deifying. The way he was able to command and control such an order had always amazed Dormack. He wasn’t surprised to say the least, the only time he had ever been touched by him sent chills through his body. He had reminded Dormack to embrace death, and not see it as a bad thing. Dormack had hoped he would bring more followers to Oblivion in the name of the Lich Lord.

“For Oblivion” he whispered quietly.