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[Dormack Shander]

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"The ritual was only a few nights ago, and already I feel the complete change." Dormack thought to himself, recaping the recent events.

A few nights ago, he was still among the living. However, because of the gift he had been given, he was now on the path to becoming a Death Knight. Rotting flesh slowly peeled off his face, he was slowly decaying.

"My new apprentice is proving to be a successful learner." he continued to think quietly to himself. "There's still much training to be given to the slave, but soon he follow in my foot steps. Death should follow in his wake."

Dormack started cackleing loudly to himself. He walked noisely over to a chest and pulled out a clothe. He unwrapped it, producing a pinky finger. He dangled it before him, admiring the clean cut he had made. The same night of the ritual that made him what he was now, he took the finger of Sadira Reflov.

"I had originally kidnapped her for her tongue, it was executed perfectly. I had over heard her and Toren talking about an Inn. I approached them and told them a man sent me to warn them about an inn that was on fire. As soon as Toren left to check it out, I made my move. It would have made a fitting tongue for the slave, but I changed my mind." he nodded to himself. "Instead I took her finger as consolation, and let her run off." Dormack thought to himself.

***

Not even an hour after the incident, Toren came seeking revenge on Dormack. He showed up at the temple, following a large number of Ebon Skull members every where they went.

"He was wrong to talk back to Lord Levas. Telling him he would rule him." Dormack snarled, thinking to himself.

Toren followed them all the way to Mordoths tower, where they approached the pool of souls.

He demanded to speak with him, Dormack tried to tell him he was busy.

"Not now." Dormack said.

"No, now." Toren demanded.

Bailos had casted a gate to Caina. Fellow members of the Order stepped through one by one. Before all of the members were through, Toren hit the ground in a heap of blood.

"Now leave." Dormack smirked and stepped through the gate.

***

Dormack rolled the finger into the piece of clothe again. He attached it to a piece of parchment and scribbled a note on it. He inclined his skull, and cracked several of his knuckles.

He attached the note to the leg of his raven. The raven was extremely large for his species, a wing spand of 3 feet, and a height of 2 feet. It's entire body consisted of bone, and rotted flesh dangling from it's wings. A horrid creature to many other's eyes, but a thing of beauty to the eyes of Dormack.

The raven let out a loud noise, "Caw!", and sored off.