A dark ritual of resurection...

[Zhulin the wicked]

In the cloudy night, where a full moon shines, a dark, cloaked figure stands on top of a mountaincliff,
laughing hystericly and endlessly it seems.
The creature grasps for breath as his laughter seems to exhaust him, making him nearly loose his balance and slip over the cliffedge.

In his right hand he holds a spear.
A cranium of an orc that once lived, is piked upon the spear.
In his left hand he holds a sack.

- This dark night, orc Kzarak Zhoruch will walk again,
to serve Zhulin the wicked, hehe...hehe...hehe...
This orc will never find rest or peace...hehe..hehahaha...

A long time passes as the creature continues laughing in a very sadistic and evil manner.

The creature pours out some bones and meatremains on the ground and sticks the spear in the middle of the pile.

Slowly he begins wawing with his hands and mumbling forbidden phrases, sometimes interupted by his giggling...

[Kzarak Zhoruch]

A spirit of an orc, awakes from his eternal sleep in the afterlife.
Forced back into life, his soul is entrapped in his old body, and his will suppressed by some powerful witchcraft.

As he awakes into his body, he can see that his body is only a deformed and twisted form of what it once was.

He wishes to scream in panic, but seems to be unable to.

In front of him he observes a creature with gazing red eyes,
laughing and giggling.

- Yes master....

Kzarak utters and gazes with a hollow stare upon his master...

[Zhulin the wicked]

The creature, hearing his servant showing such instant loyalty, falls to the ground in an even more hysteric attack of laughter.

-Hehehe...now walk south..hehe...bring me food, gold and things of value..hehe.
To whatever price, by murder or work....now go!

The creature points south, towards the town of Trollsbane...

[Kzarak Zhoruch]

Orc utters another,

-Yes master,

and walks southward...