[sub][@Kenaron][/sub]
[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color][/center]

With their goal and path solidified, Alberich walked along the forest trail with Rothar. The trail, for the most part, was silent except the obvious chatter from the knight and the lumberjack. Both of them had walked different paths in life, but they had the same destiny - avenging the countless suffering that the Dark Lord had brought upon the world. It was a change of pace for Alberich, for he thought he was to walk this path alone until his quest of revenge was ended by a dagger in his spleen. The thought of death hardly scared Alberich, whereas it scared the rest of the world. After all, his wife and daughter were waiting for Alberich to return to them in the heavens above, yet something kept driving Alberich to keep living. Perhaps it was to sow as much destruction against the Dark Lord's approach, or maybe it was to slay the Dark Lord himself. Whatever it is, Alberich kept it locked away deep inside his heart from everyone else.

[color=aqua]"-you see, Rothar, an axe may be unwieldy, but it has many uses. Just like how you can use a dagger for to pry something loose."[/color] Alberich replied. The two of them spoke about their weapons, and eventually their conversation had turned into a friendly debate. He opened his mouth to continue his point when Alberich held out a hand, signalling for Rothar to stop. [color=aqua]"There. Do you see the smoke?"[/color] The lumberjack pointed to the large smoke cloud in the sky, doubtlessly caused by the barn fire that Tharac started. Being the brave warriors that they were, the duo made their way to the ruined village. The leftover destruction and death caused Alberich to shudder upon first glance, but his disturbed thoughts eventually turned to infuriating rage. [color=aqua]"If only we were here earlier..."[/color] The lumberjack muttered as he kicked a charred piece of a roof. 

However, something was off about the entire scene. There was puddles of blood, without a doubt spilled by the guards that tried to defend the denizens of the village, but most of the corpses were gone. A trail of stirred dust remained where each corpse was supposed to be, as if they stood back up. [i][color=aqua]A necromancer? Why must the Dark Lord be so cruel not to grace the fallen with a peaceful death? Damned users of such foul magic go against the very laws of nature.[/color][/i] Alberich thought as he approached Rothar. [color=aqua]"Rothar. Take a glimpse at the ground. Most, if not all of the corpses are missing from where they should be. Whoever did this had the help of a wicked necromancer in their ranks. If you're up to the task, I think we could track the necromancer from the shambling trails left behind. We don't have the ability nor time to bury the remaining dead, but at least we still have the chance to give their brethen the peaceful death they deserve."[/color]