Kor glared at the unsuspecting village with the voracity of a rabid wolverine. How long had it been since such a feast presented itself to him? No longer would he have to skulk in the shadows, desperately grabbing a quick meal and fleeing before he alerted the guard. No, now he would be able to languish in the joys of feeding. He had an entire army on his side to plunge the town into chaos, the perfect environment for a Darkwraith to hunt. Kor felt his red eye orb pulsating like a second heartbeat, and he salivated in anticipation. Surprise, numbers, and raw power were on his side; a red orb invasion would be perfectly safe. Then, his new master gave the order.

As the science dude was giving orders, Kor was already clenching the orb in his hand and a red aura swirled about him. He wondered where in the village he would show up. Would it be by an innocent maiden, a virtuous nobleman, children at play? The Darkwraith sunk into a pit of blackness that appeared beneath him, and within a few seconds emerged from the ground at the location his red eye orb had whisked him away to. He looked around for a moment to get his bearings, and saw the doors of a small temple about twenty feet ahead of him. Jackpot!

The villagers who saw him appear began shouting something about a demon as he marched towards the temple doors, but he paid them no mind. Let them shout about a demon while they could; they would all have bigger problems to worry about momentarily. With a swift kick, he blasted open the doors and saw his prey: an old man kneeling down in prayer, unaware that it was his own faith that had brought this fiend upon him. Kor gave the man no chance to escape, or even to call upon the gods for protection; he dashed at the priest, cutting down an innocent churchgoer in his frenzy, tangible darkness writhing about in his left hand. Then, that darkness began to glow bright red. Kor picked the priest up by his bald head with his dark hand and finally felt the nourishment surging into his body. Holy men were always so replete with humanity, but now this man's pool of faith was sucked as dry as a blistering, cracked, lake bed. 

It was enough to appease Kor's hunger for now. No longer was he caught up in the fervor of the hunt, and his perception of the situation was now clear, his thoughts rational. He released the shell of a priest and watched with amusement first as he trembled on the ground, and then shrieked like a madman, charging around the temple looking for anything with a pulse to attack. The few people in the temple were not armed and were unprepared to take on this abomination, so the fled the building, crying for help. Kor simply whistled a jolly tune, grabbed one of the small candles that were scattered about, and let its flame dance along the curtains of the temple windows. This would only benefit the Dungeon Keeper's campaign. Kor's actions would distract the village's defenses from focusing on the invading force. Plus, what would it do to the town's morale to see their holy building go up in flames before any other?