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*a letter is found on the door of the shop pinned down by an arrow, it is written in black coal and has blood drops upon it.*

This letter is to those who follow Malachin, he does not care about his followers. I once believed in him as a good and just god. However when i needed him most he would not answer my prayers, he would not give me the hand I desperately needed.
A number of hours ago I was walking through town when I was struck by a poisoned arrow, I only know a lizard shot me. The arrow when deep into my skin and the poison ran quickly through my blood and into my heart. I was only leaning against the shops wall, I prayed for Malachin but heard nothing I prayed again still nothing but the wind wipe around my cold face.
I felt my hands go clammy and I felt my strength leave me. I tried to cry for help but my voice was nothing more then a weak whisper.
Then I heard a voice in my head. I know it wasn't my imagination, it was not fake. At first I had mistaken the voice for Malachin, but it was not him. It was a different voice.
It sounded raspy and weak like my own. But it was different, it sounded very deep and controlling for as quiet as it was. the voice did not tell me its name because it said I didn't have time to talk to it. It said it would save my life if I pledged my soul to it. At first I said no and I already had a god. But then I remembered Malachin had left me... So I did it, I made a deal with the voice, I was now his perminent follower.
After I was healed the voice did not come back.... However it said it would come back in a short time....

Malachin brings fortune to those whom appease him. I have had safe hunts under the protection of Malachin...

#me- Bumbol walks in, his green cape around his whole body. He speaks to all those who will listen.

My lord, the Prince of Terror has instructed me of a way to bring his spirit back into this realm. It is a very old ritual few know of... I must bring the blood of every race to the altar. Doing this will bring the spirit of Madrook from the underworld and will be able to get a host body... He will be weak at first, but he will remember many spells and techniques of fighting and he will again rage war... I tell you this so I may recruit more followers... All those who wish to join the Prince of Terror send me a message.

#me- walks away into the forest. You notice his eyes were the color of black different from his normal brown.

#me- Bumbol walks down the street, his fire swords red with blood.

I have taken the blood of a fine warrior named Draco. Master told me to get the blood from him because he was strong and a good representative for the human race. Now i must take the blood of the elven race... Master has already told me who it will be...

((I don't kill the people, only make them go unconcious, because I only need a vail of blood to make it work. I did not mean to kill Draco, but he was unconsiouse to long, i thought healing pots would bring him back but they didn't,))

#me- walks away into the shop and waits for the elven maid to get near him.

Um, dont tell me the elf is me, yup, I might just be on my gaurd if it is.