Seething Hatred

[Erulaan]

The lone figure stalked the caverns peering around corners, and through doorways with a scowl on his face, a bow in his hand, and two blades on his back.

His features never changed, always a stern look of determination. The only time the hint of a smile would crease the stone cold look of death that held his face nearly emotionless was when another body fell and the life slowly drained leaving behind a corpse to rot.

The Orc would be exterminated. Nothing would stop him from removing them from these caverns, the hills surrounding them, and now more importantly the Trade Way, where they seemed to be infiltrating human civilisation. The thought of Orc being accepted by humans revolted him to his core.

A scream echoed through the caves and likely out the entrance for all to hear.

"THEY WILL ALL DIE!!!"