[center][color=aqua][h1]Alberich[/h1][/color]
Interacting With: [@Wick], [@Lord Orgasmo], [@Lich][/center]
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The burly lumberjack was disgruntled when he saw such a monstrous sight appear from the portal that Ysran summoned. Alberich felt disgusted that the Shambler even existed, but for now, he had to come to terms with the creature. He felt some relief as Ysran ordered it to do whatever Alberich said, and he thought that the stocky lesser horror could be of some use if Elyria's spell was broken and the party had came under assault by the vicious orc horde or any other evils prowling nearby in the forest. [color=aqua]"For now, Chuckles... Ah, go seek out Caractacus and Kathyrn. They've been gone a long time."[/color] Alberich told the creature, but quickly had another idea. Digging in his pouch, the lumberjack quickly wrote a few words on a parchment. [color=aqua]"Take this with you as well. If they see this, it should be enough to keep them from attacking."[/color] Alberich nodded to Chuckles as he handed the parchment to the creature. It was surely odd to have a nearly mindless being do your bidding - it was something the lumberjack didn't feel entirely comfortable with. 

As Chuckles went off to find the two deep in the forest, Elyria spoke her worries about their reasoning to fight the Dark Lord. She desired to know if their heart was in the right enough place, their will strong enough to keep themselves from being swayed to join the Dark Lord. For a moment, Alberich had grown silent, yet his clutched hands were the telltale signs that Elyria had made him think of memories that he didn't want to remember. Taking a seat by the fire once more, Alberich sighed as he stared back at the witch sitting across from him. [color=aqua]"If you desire to know so much, then you'll get your answer. I have my reasons for wanting to take the Dark Lord by the neck and rip his entrails out, yes."[/color] His tone was much more serious than the previous cheerful nature from before. The memories brought on by Elyria's questioning burned his hatred for the Dark Lord brighter, and it shown through Alberich's response. 

[color=aqua]"Elyria, close your eyes. Imagine a peaceful village, deep in a forest. Children playfully running around while their parents were busy with their work and various duties. Now, think of that same village, except it is now midnight. People are screaming in terror while the village is ablaze. Corpses surround you, but you can't flee - they want you to fight. So you fight, you fight until your axe had drank the blood of numerous elves and goblins. With your childhood friend, you fight until find your own flesh and blood - your wife and daughter, but a large troll steps in your path. Right in front of your eyes, the troll cuts both of them down like he was taking candy away from a baby."[/color] By now, Alberich is visibly trying to hide his rage while he speaks. Speaking about his past was hardly something he did after that fateful event years ago, and whenever Alberich remembered why he was fighting the Dark Lord, he would often take his anger out on numerous trees with his large battleaxe. The lumberjack was a military man, and he had seen things that many with a weak stomach wouldn't dare wish to see, yet the death of his family continuously bothered Alberich.

[color=aqua]"Now, rage has taken over you and your best friend, and both of you charge the troll, but the beast is always one step ahead of you. One moment you believe you landed a strike, but you glance over and your friend is dead on the ground with his guts hanging out of his stomach. You have to think quickly, so you grab his shield to parry the troll's next swing. Luck finally shines on you, and the troll stumbles back in a daze long enough for you to leap forward and slice his arm off, but then the retreat is signaled. Your own compatriots, your companions force you to flee while your family and best friend lie dead in front of your eyes. You don't get to bury them, or any of your neighbors that died. Their bodies rot while you must retreat to ensure the safety of everyone else survived."[/color] Alberich stated, standing up from his seat and gazed at the lake. It was a calming sight as the flow of water was always peaceful, but for the warrior, it was hardly enough. Alberich needed to do what he always had done in the past, to find a place to take his anger out. Walking over to his belongings, the lumberjack picked up his battleaxe and heaved it over his shoulder.

[color=aqua]"Elyria, you asked for my story, and I told you it. Now, if you excuse me - I need a moment."[/color] Alberich stated to the elves and human that had remained at the campsite before taking off towards the direction the Shambler went, and ventured off deep into the woods.