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Rakeesh steped past the village entrance with his crafted leather boots hoffing agasint the ground with each step. This figure stepped out from the shadow f the sign and studied the wrecked homes. His eyes scryed the perimeter to find nothing more then blood and hair and a few amputated limbs spars around the grounds. The only thing anyone would make out is an average male human with brown hair and a tunic brown pants and his leather boots. No visable weapons or even a suspision of a threat about this man. He breathed the tastey aroma of orcs recently hear. The scent lead him around to the back of the village to a crushed wall. with a clear veiw of the mountians with semi-fresh tracks, at least untampered in a dark red stain. Before he dashed out to the horizon he searched threw the rubbished huts and flimsy chanties. He did find a chest in an alchemy shop and containing three glowing liquids in bottles. Underneith those bottles were several scrolls unharmed from any fire or wear. There were other chest in the village unlocked and fill. Rakeesh had obtained jewels, stylish objects, blades, paintings, even jarred food or empty or full flasks of mead.

All these items were tucked into his black leather belt which held a small purse. He stood up and straightened his tunic before heading up the mountians.
"It seems like a perfect night for an orc buffet."
He laughed deeply to himself taking on a steady quick pace towards the mountians in the distance.

He approched the caverns entrence and heard the faint rumble of the ugly creatures snorting and chewing with their mouths dripping of drool. Disgusting! He thought to himself. If he had no need to feed himself he turn back now. But the more he thought of it the more it nagged in his mind how unessesary their kind were. The human slowly pulled off his head and the whole body morphed into a cloak revealing the true identity that stalked the surface terrain.

The narrow eyes gleamed, soft blue hue emiting from the pupils. The cloak folded in his arm while this lizard freak stood tall. The dim lit of the entrence had his scaled skin shimmering to the struggling light. His brow loomed over his sockets and his chin stuck out a bit farther then an average human. His large arms were snuged by a well fit cotton shirt. His tanned tunic over his shoulders was secured by a unique braided black leather belt. His hand merely reached towrds the back of his belt and instantly he had three, handeless blades between his knuckles. Strapped on this man's back was a sword sheath, slim and encoded with a crest on the handel. He looked around for a moment searching the the scenary. He pulled his cloak back around his shoulders and his form's opacity quickly dissapeared into the scene.

He blended perfectly against the walls as if everyone looked through him. He knew that his sounds would not be silenced so with the art of illuisions equpied nicely, He changed the sounds of shuffleing feet to the sounds or water tumbling down a rocky stream. This was not as he intended, however but it was done that way. He moved as quickly as he could when the first orc stared blankly while he followed the running water sounds. But he mad it to the center of the feasting party. It was a bold move but he knew he would enjoy it much more if he pretended he was already trapped inside the earth.

It was just then that orc watched the back of the cloak lift as Rakeesh swung his arm with a perfect throw of three short blades the peirced the necks of the drooling scavangers. Before they looked at the falling dead still not noticing him directly by sight. He grabbed the handel of his sword and swung it violently around, twisting his whole body 720 as he sprung against another cluster of confused vial creatures. The bladed managed to cutt several heads while in the move and he was not able to hold his illusion any longer. His lizard looks were all the clearly saw. Rakeesh stood there facing the most of the orcs surrounding him were only armed with simple clubs to blunder their prey. But behind them was another force. Perhaps inteligent orcs? Perhaps not! These were much larger beasts of rejected parasites. They held large axes. But behind them was another of their kind however diffirent and more intimidating then the rest. It may be fun, yet. He turned hard and reached behind his back under the cloak and pulled forth another set of blades in his knucles. His gleaming eyes now rock solid balls of black. His scales shimmered no longer but actualy glew as the life energy rose in this lizard man's body.

"You are worthless and replaceable!" Rakeesh shouted at the orcs standing for battle.

At last! He thought just before he threw the ugly orc at him. "How dare you throw your trash at me!" He shouted while rotating spinning quickly to roll around the projected lump of dumb. Rakeesh threw the sharp blades at juk juk before he came crashing dow. He pulled his cloak of illusions about him and slipped around the large warrior to his side, vanishing for only a moment as his leg was shaved in the evasive manuver but, was not about to cry over it. His arm came swinging from behnid Juk Juk aiming to take out his spike. The sword's blade was crafted from pure adamantium. The secret to this sword was that it had a twin. As he swung at the orc warrior he held the other half in his left hand and began following his own motion. Hand over hand the two swords spun unoticed and the cloak of illusions activated as Rakeesh stared at the eyes threw the helmet. The swords fanned out as a hundred blades came TO splitt your armour open.

Rakeesh glared threw his own illusions. It ment nothing to him, the words that were spoken. He came for what he wanted, he was ready to face off against juk juk and the rest of the orcs. He followed them for many months. If juk juk has not a memory, it was he who slain his ancestors leaving only Rakeesh of his family.
He had to do somethign now it was his turn to striek out. He mustared up his own power and focused it into his sword it glew in the gloomy cavern giving away his already known location. The words rang out from the empty air. "You will perish!" He screamed at the monster as he dropped the invisible illusion and charged head to head with the large blade. He flipped over the low blow and the wielder. when the blade came inches form his chest he kicked it out wide thrusting his own sword to juk juk's torso. It wasn't enough tho. As his foot came donwn to grasp a defending stance he prepared another trick. A spell he mummbled to himself one of the blue dragon ancetry.