Bloody Declaration

Under the soft light of the full moon, a large group of orcs marched through a decadent settlement with much noise along the way. Their boisterous laughter and expectant jeers did not make it seem as if they were heading for battle, it seemed as if they were going out to party. Needless to say, these orcs were the rescued captives.

Ed was currently thinking with a solemn expression, he followed behind the living corpse whose name he never bothered to learn.

'I need a body for Vorgarag' He couldn't delay it. After this altercation, it was unlikely for any tribe in the vicinity of Sanctuary to challenge him. That brought the issue of what would an ideal body for his teacher.

'Let's try to find someone similar' Although Vorgarag was a magician he had a lean body and adept close quarter skills. Finding someone similar was already a tall order. It was especially so due to something that kept nagging at Ed's mind.

Affinity.