The orc stood at the place where the entrance to Advar’s mighty enchanted mansion had sprung up to offer solace to the adventurers upon his Mistresses’ task. He wavered unsteadily as the unwholesome energies of the Sisters’ magic encompassed his being. His eyes turned white, and his voice grew louder as he spoke the words his Mistresses bade.
“Taizee slips the boundary between Worlds! You must hurry! Her weakness cannot long be used against her, for she has found a portal to ”/wikis/xoriat" class=“wiki-page-link”> Xoriat. You must track her, find her, destroy her! The phylactery will aid you. If she succeeds, she will let loose The Soulless, a terror none of us would wish upon Khorvaire…"
The orc fell to his knees, his head spinning from the force of the spell that had overtaken him. He gasped in surprise as a hand grasped a fistful of his hair and drew back his head. His eyes, once again his own, looked upon a horror from beyond his wildest dreams.
“Your warning comes… too late, fool,” the shadowy figure hissed through a barely-visible mouth that seemed filled with thousands of razor shards of blackened bone.
Blood gushed forth freely as the creature ran its claws over the orc’s throat in a fluid motion.
It let the body fall where it knelt, and slipped back into the shadows that were its solace as the red orbs of its eyes peered at the space the orc had been facing.