[sub][@Kenaron][/sub] [center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color][/center] Alberich sat upon a rock with a handkerchief in his hand, cleansing what was fresh blood off the giant battleaxe he carried. [color=aqua]"Naught but a cur..."[/color] The lumberjack muttered as he gazed down at the fallen elf at his feet. The treaded sod showed signs of a skirmish, and the grass stained red showed the result of the battle. Life as a mercenary was not the path Alberich wanted to lead, but his furor and anger for the Dark Lord was a lust he needed to fulfill. He desired to avenge his family, yet the only forces he could find were the various frontier scouts that prowled the edges of the Dark Lord's borders like a savannah cat. Reaching into a pouch, Alberich pulled forth a parchment and a small jar of black ink. He reached for one of the elf's arrows, snapping the end off to use the broken arrow as a quill to write. [color=aqua]"That makes the fifth scout today."[/color] Alberich spoke to himself as he crossed the other four lines he had written earlier. Folding the paper back up and placing it in a pocket, Alberich stood up from the rock. He looked once more at the elven corpse, and shook his head at the deceased elf. Burial for any one under the Dark Lord was something Alberich could not place a care to; his unavailability to bury his own family saw much to that. [color=steelblue]"Who's going there? Show yourself!"[/color] Came forth from the outskirts of the woods as Alberich stood up. He tensed his muscles as his grip strengthened on the long hilt of his axe. Being this close to the edge of the Dark Lord meant that there were little travelers, if any at all. [color=aqua][i]Perhaps this will be the sixth.[/i][/color] Alberich thought to himself as he approached the voice with as much caution as he could summon. [color=aqua]"Another human?"[/color] He shook his head, but didn't relent his caution. [color=aqua]"You don't appear to have any relation to the Dark Lord. Who are you?"[/color] Alberich asked, standing his ground.