<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"No, I believe that will be all, if you run into magic users feel free to call me... the Elves are not to be underestimated."</span>Malak smirked, his gentle voice belying a bit of irritation<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"Now if you will excuse me gentlemen, I have a slaughter to attend to, I will leave you to your meals" </span>Malak gestured to the numerous carcasses that the individuals had gathered over such a short time, the Warlock himself preferred food of a<i>lighter </i>texture, and he would be quite full soon. Malak turned on his heel, facing the direction where the remnants of the light felt the strongest and began in that direction, his dark robes sweeping over the grass as he walked away.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"Burning down the forest would not be a good idea, besides, wouldn't you much rather rip apart those you find with your claws, hm? So much more fun."</span>Mallak turned, walking away from the fields and into the deep, vast forest, moving towards that little glimmer of light. The assassin was likely nearby, unless she had some other motive for coming and then departing from the group. In such a magical place, Malak's senses were dimmed, magic was everywhere, it was difficult to tell what was where, almost difficult to concentrate, as if a veil was over the forest. Malak moved with grace, though his form teemed with excitement, a slight drop in his polite facade as he walked, his pace growing more brisk though always staying around a quick walk. Malak slowed slightly as he distanced himself from his companions.<br/><br/>The forest was quiet, untouched even in the darkness, as Malak drew further in Malak had an issue with feeling the direction of the pulsing light that lie deep within elvish lands, it was coming from somewhere in front of him, but that was all he could feel.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"Ugh... so pure"</span>The Warlock groaned as he walked, his steps seeming to burn into the fresh grass that lay tall at his feet. The purity of the land disgusted him, being a being of corruption he could barely stand being in the forest, surrounded by such an untouched ecosystem... Malak allowed a small smile to slip onto his features, perhaps a little corruption was in order?<br/><br/>Of course this gave Malak some wonderful ideas, here he was, entering a forest full of nubile young high elves, their elven blood running untouched through their veins, their souls untainted and mouthwatering... The warlock stopped for a moment, his expressions changing rapidly in an almost humorous manor for any nearby, from a small smile, to a smirk, then to an evil toothy grin as the thoughts dawned on him that indeed there was fresh nubile elves in the forest. Malak continued, that evil grin fresh on his lips as he went on, basking in the darkness that the king had been so kind as to bring forth.<br/><br/>Malak took a couple of steps forward from where he was standing and lifted his hands , meeting them away from his body and chanting a couple of words<br/><br/>The flames grew and took form, almost exactly in a similar manner as he had appeared, two smaller forms and a large one, taking the shapes of monstrous creatures, their forms hulking and large. Two canine creatures, their bodies looking similar to wolves, though seemingly half decayed, glistening bones showing from under the dark fur along their backs, their ribs showing through their bodies, and flames ushering from their maws. Hellhounds, Malak's favorite minions, the other was a tall humanoid, encased in black armor that resembled the fetishists of the south, the only part of it's body showing through it's wrapings and bindings a maw of sharp teeth, a hulking figure bound in black armor, it's shape not quite human, another of Malak's demon servants, on it's back was a huge metal basket, hinting the insidious purpose Malak had summoned them for.<br/><br/>Malak smiled as his minions appeared when called, his smile turning softer upon the sight of his precious creations<b>"Hello my beauties"</b>The Warlock's voice was almost a purr, silently bending over to place a hand on one of the flaming hound's bare skull, running his gloved hand down it's bare vertebrae in an almost loving fashion.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"Listen to to me my dear pets, In this forest lies a village of elves, and the object we are looking for, when my... companions cause their ruckus looking for this object, I want you to grab as many elves as you can, maidens and youths especially, and take them to the lab"</span>Malak relayed the orders to his minions, and as soon as he did they vanished, separating, the hounds vanishing into the trees, unleashing a hair-raising howl as they went, the huge armored beast itself bounding off into the woods and vanishing into shadows only moments later.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">"Be quick in your gathering, I will view the specimens later for approval." </span>The words left Malak's lips in a mumble<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#004000">" mmh "</span>The warlock smiled briefly to himself and continued on his way, fairly aware that he was being watched. He didn't quite know what or who was watching him, but he could feel eyes on his form. Malak straightened from his kneeling state slowly, arching his back and stretching his arms out, hands showing themselves from under the robe and out of the elongated tattered sleeves for a moment before disappearing again inside, his left clad in a simple black glove, his right in a much more exotic looking gauntlet.<br/><br/>Malak adjusted his hood, looking off in the direction that his minions had taken off in and began walking again, He could stave off boredom unless someone joined him, preferably one of the elves that made his company, or until he was able to use his magic to destroy or kill something.