...landing on the cobblestone below, creating a rather curvy crack in the stone slabs. The canister itself was heavy, weighted down the hand as it went to pick it up. The top was easily screwed off, revealing a single rolled up piece of parchment within, written in ebony ink and signed in blood. The stench of unlife was on it, the grave hanging heavy within the nostrils of any passerby.
Dear Grims,
I am an undead orc with simple needs. Blood on my blade and terror on the faces of my adversaries. The Ebon Blade has given me this second chance at life, and I aim to live it to the fullest. This is why I am writing you now. I hear your name ring through the heavens and hells, and the special places in between. I know you have what I seek. Recently being accepted back into the horde is not enough - I need to rid these lands of alliance as well. Your motto, 'Peace through annihilation' rings true, while I can personally do without the peace part, the vicious cycle of death beforehand will serve my purposes well. Allow me to fight beside you, and i will prove myself an able bodied murderer within your ranks.
--Lord Anonymous
*a steel tube falls from the sky..*
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