The Orcish scout came sprinting back panting, heading straight towards Cahlou; he seemed to be covered in numerous severe burns that seemed to be imprinted chain marks. "Chief!" He howled. The scout stumbled before collapsing to the floor, or most likely tripped accidentally, he was clearly the only one who made it back. The scout was lifted to his feet, barely summoning the strength to stand as the searing pain of these unknown burns coarsed through his body.

"There... are four nearby towns; all swarming with Paladins... though..." He took a moment to catch his breath before continuing, "... they are recruits, weaklings, unskilled wretches." The scout gazed down, staring at the scorch marks on his torso before gazing back up at his famed Chief. "Exorcists... several of them guard these villages... they... butchered us, some of us may still be alive... but... scattered." He finished his report before barely maintaining his balance.

Exorcists are nasty fuckers, creations of the Order of the Three Lights, or so it seems. Crafted by the High Scarlet, as well as possibly outside help. They are psychologically and physically tortured to months on end, chains wrapped around one of their arms; holy ones in fact, tampered with fury and hatred. And secondly, a retractable blade embedded in the other arm, essentially wedged into their bones. Exorcists are the bane of the Council, and the bane of the living, they are stripped of all recognition of their previous selves, and charged with the order of annihilating anything that opposes them, holy or unholy. Exorcists are not to be taken dead on, they require tactics in order to defeat them properly; failing to do so will result in a slow, and agonizing death, and even if you do happen to survive an Exorcist... the after effects are catastrophic.