“The day went on, mUst feeling the poison drifting out of his body from the last meeting with the darkelfs, the hate was consuming him, and the power within him was growing, the demonic spark cindled the magic, the minions was growing. mUst traveled far south, almost entering the frontier of the human realm, he surprised an orc encampment, he walked right in, no fear, the hate was too great.

The orcs was scattered by the brute force of the newly cindled magic from within, mUst felt it the demonic rage was overcomming him, more then ever, he tortured the orcs, hunting everyone down he could, using all his magic to surcum these greenskins. The orcs at last made a stand, after the tribes leader fought back and called hard an firm for his troupes to gather, they fought bravely, barely managing to hold the khemri back for the entire battle, but at last the mushels of the orcs weakend by the heave blows they made with axes of a giant kind.

mUst was not slow at using the tired orcs weakend arms, growing more and more brave the skelletons and mummys walked forward, the orcs fell, several was seriusly injured and a single orc that held the retreat was alas slayed.

The minions wasnt done, they wanted more, they walked south, at an increased pace, they wanted human flesh, they wanted to begin repleneshing and honering their skills, preparing themself for the revenge upon the darkelven masters.


Great coatch, barely got my td, and failed a gfi with rr first half on my attemt to get one there, what a shame :D. GL in future m8

As always

-mUst”