Alkadian Entaris Beldeir III- Peeling back the Layers

It took the orc a very long time to die. Alkadian made sure of that. Torturing was one of his many talents, and one his companions didn't need to know about. Here in the sanctuary of his dimensional shelter he could once again make offerings of pain and fear to his goddess Loviatar. No screams left the boundaries of his tiny realm. The blessing of pain was more than this filthy creature deserved, but the act brought him back many years. Before he met them.

When he had first set out to raise the name Beldier to great power, there had been no counterpoint to his decisions. His actions were his own, and his magic killed when he wanted it to kill. Back then he had given tribute to his Goddess often. Sometimes through himself, and frequently through others. Any reputation he had gathered back then was because of fear. He missed having no one to answer to, but the price of companionship was worth the rewards of power. He simply had to make time for himself, to get away from the others. Times like now.

Alkadian began to tap his foot in time with the beating heart he saw before him. The orcs chest cavity had been peeled open, revealing his pale ribs and pink innards. Tiny splashes of acid dripping from his fingertips cut holes and turned black his vital organs. Air wheezed out of the punctures in his lungs, and his heartbeat was fluttering rapidly. With a snap of his fingers Rog'Bael hefted the orcs body to his feet, and held him that way with his huge fleshy arms. The orcs head rolled from side to side and blood poured from his mouth, where a tongue once waggled. Slowly and carefully Alkadian began to unravel his intestines, making a neat pile on the floor. Hand over hand, popping and tearing at the membranes, like unballing yarn. The orcs body convulsed and twitched with each tug and his feeble cries gave Alkadian great pleasure.

For a moment his eyes met with his servant girl Peldras'. She simply watched with no expression. He always found this a bit unnerving, the way nothing he did gave her fear. She was indeed a special girl. Casting these thoughts aside, he continued his work. For hours.

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As Peldra finished packing his belongings onto the mounts, and Rog'Bael patrolled the campground, Alkadian sat alone scribing notes of the visions he had seen, when he had used his magic to dig around in the orcs brain. His powers had made interrogation simple. The torturing was simply an act of leisure. He read over his notes to try and find answers of what to do. Things seemed bad.

SamDread. God Master.
Inside the radius of the orbs domain there is a city. A stronghold of great force. Orcs, Trolls, Ogres, and other foul monsters all claim allegiance to this powerful Black Robed master. And then there are the Dragons. Clearly enslaved by the power of the artifact we seek. They stand guard to the city. They walk amongst the people and the beasts. These serve absolutely. This force is beyond us. There is no doubt in my mind. Our options are as follows.
1. Find a way to get the orb out of the city without being noticed.
2. Deal with this SamDar alone, without his minions to protect him.
3. Get help. Powerful help.

He rolled up the parchment and tucked it into one of his many pockets. With a few sharp words Peldra finished readying the horses, and with haste they left the clearing, Rog'Bael marching obediently behind. As they left the sun crept over the tree line casting warmth and light into the now abandoned camp. A glint of sunlight reflected off the pale white bones inside the hollow cavity of the orc hanging brutally from the tree. Bound and supported by ropes of his own skin and organs, dangled motionless. Ribbons of flesh and entrails drifted in the breeze, hanging from branches of the tree, like some unholy maypole. It was a warning to the forest. Alkadian Entaris Beldier III was here, and he was not afraid.