Sloth, the leader of the Seven Sins of Arda, stood across the street from the orphanage found in Lomedor. He was dressed in complex black robes, and pale skin and white hair contrasted strongly with his clothing. It was a few minutes until sunset, and Sloth was waiting on Wrath and Vaul to arrive. He was tapping his foot on the cobblestone pavement, and he kept his eyes on the building. He could see some children already in bed, and some still moving about, and then of course their attendants. Tonight's massacre would be sweet, and Sloth was greatly looking forward to it. He fingered his dagger absent-mindedly as he waited there, leaning against a lamppost. He was beginning to wonder if they were going to make it. A white dove landed a few feet away from him, and Sloth took notice and loked at it. Raising his finger, he struck it full in the chest with a bolt of enervation, just for fun. Yes, tonight would be a wonderful night. Then, his corrutped follower approached. He had lost all of his soul to Sloth, and the void was slowly being filled by a lesser demon. His corrupted follower carried a two-handed sword on his back, and he had been trained in the martial arts. Upon approaching Sloth, he bowed to one knee, and said, "What is thy bidding, Lord Sloth, my Master?" Sloth smiled at the follower's subservience, and replied. He pointed a short distance to his right, and said, "Stand right over there, and be vigilant. Some may have already noticed our prescence in this town." The servant obeyed, and Sloth resumed his waiting for his comrades.

The sky was ink black as the merchant convoy entered the city, they had been delayed by a freak storm and had been forced to take shelter and wait it out before they could continue on to Lomedor.

Finally within the city wall the merchants began to relax and disperse towards their individual shelters.
As the numbers began to dwindle down to the last few, shadows began to move within the allyways. The last couple of people could sense that they were being watched... being stalked... being evaluated.

Suddenly, a glint of silver darted from a shadow and the neck of one merchant exploded in a shower of crimson ichor.
Two black clad bandits came rushing towards the remaining merchant but realised their mistake just one second too late. A huge roundhouse kick caught the first hopeful bandit on the chin, sending him spiralling into a nearby wall as the second ran straight into the open hand of the merchant.

"You chose an ill advised line of work my impetuous friend" The merchant snarled before tearing the throat from the bandit.

"It's good to be back in the big city," Vaul thought to himself.

Turning round to face the horse that was connected to the cart behind him, Vaul began to speak, "I believe it is now private enough to resume your natural form my mistress, I doubt we will run into any more... inconveniences."

Awaiting a response from Wrath, Vaul scanned the streets carefully, removing his Arcane cloak and re-assembling his spear and halberd as he looked, seeking the location Sloth had told him to meet at.

"I will search for Sloth and will report back if I find him, m'lady."

He set off in the direction his gut instinct was telling him to go.

As he approached the dark shadowy figure of the Lomedor orphanage, Vaul could sense the familiar presence of his guildmaster.

"A nice night for a stroll, don't you think." Vaul spoke with a smirk as he approached the black robed figure.

Wrath watched as Vaul took care of the two bandits and once they had been dispersed of resumed her natural form. She merely nodded as he left.

She floated over to the two dead bodies and knelt beside the first. With a flick of her fingers flames engulfed the body and left behind only ash. She did the same with the other, leaving no trace of them behind. She then turned her attention to the cart and glared at it. With another flick of her fingers she sent flames flitting across the short distance to catch it alight.

She smiled maliciously as flames ate the wood and turned it to ash. She loved watching things burn. It gave her some sense of satisfaction at the uncontrolled fury of it all. She didn't care if they would need it anymore, she hated it and only wanted to see it destroyed after having to pull it these past few days.

Her eyes caught the light of the flames, and her fury was reflected in the brightness of the blaze. Her wrath ran in her blood, and she just stood there watching the cart burn, unmoving.

Sloth would most likely scold her for such an impulsive act but she didn't care. She had held onto her wrath for the past few days and it needed freedom.

Alex walked out of the shadows, having just watched what Wrath and Vaul did to the bandits. She could care less about the two now dead. She only knew that Sloth was waiting for them all. Alex walked farther out of the shadows and started to head to where Sloth was.

As she walked, Alex looked around her. Checking every shadow and allyway for anything that might hurt one of the Sins. She could care less if someone tried to attack her, she would just beat the crap out of them if they tried.