Morgo scrambled around frantically in the moonlight, running through the grasslands. Upon running, he came across a small village, quite familiar to him. It was Estolad, and this is were he would do his work. He quickly slowed his pace to a fast walk, as not to attract attention to himself.

Morgo Domanu was no ordinary orc, he was smart and able to cast spells. But he did do some things right as an orc was the need to shed blood. He was actually quite good at this, maybe to good, with the compulsive need to kill. He wasn't afraid to kill innocents, and had no guilt what so ever.

He came upon a small house, with all its lights off. He came up to the door and attempted to open it, only to find it was locked. Morgo drew his mace, Denger's Talon, and aimed it above the door. Using his mana, he shot a small bolt of lightning above the door knob, making a hole in the door.

Reaching his hand through the door, he opened it from inside the house. He walked in and closed the door, shutting it carefully. He walked in and observed his surroundings. Down the hall was two doors, one of them decorated with pictures attached to it. The pictures were obviously done by an amateur, a child. There was a dining room to his right, with three chairs, and to his left, a kitchen, with a couple cupboards and several other things. On one of the counters, Morgo discovered a note.

Dear Shanna, we miss you very much. Our fortnight trip is almost up, and if we are calculating correctly, we should be returning tomorrow evening! We love you, Mom and Dad.

Morgo gasped, he only had a short amount of time to secure his victim, their daughter. Morgo's fears were suddenly interrupted with a little girl walking in, small stuffed toy in her arms. She started to scream, only to be struck across the head by Morgo's mace, causing her to fall to the ground.

Morgo inspected her wound. It wasn't to serious, and wouldn't kill her. He sighed in relief. I'm not done with her yet, we can't have you dying on me! he thought, seizing the girl on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a small voice could be heard from the door. A man was saying, "What happened here?" only for a female voice to reply, "Shanna must of done something, dear," Morgo's eyes widened in fear, and he used a last resort. He ran swiftly and opened the daughters door, and closed it.

Using Denger's Talon, and much of his mana, he blew a large hole in her wall, leading out of the house. He swiftly ran out, reaching a abandoned barn about half a mile away. He threw the girl on the floor of the barn, exhausted from his run. Luckily, their was rope in the barn, and he bound the young girl to a pole supporting the barn's structure.

Morgo layed on a pile of hay, waiting for the young girl to wake up. He wanted her to feel the misery, to experience it. He waited for about a half hour, and still she didn't wake up. Morgo couldn't wait any longer, and feel asleep.

Soon, the young girls screams awoke him the next evening, and he got up sleepily. He had been asleep for about twelve hours, for he hadn't slept in a while.He faced her, mace in hand, ready to work.