Cleaning up as he transformed, Jacob disappeared and reappeared on the surface, outside of the town.  Heading to the river, Jacob cleaned off the smells of blood, death, and dark sex before having clothes appear on his person.  Heading to the town next, Jacob wondered what the place would be like after a thousand years of change.  He smiled evilly to himself, smelling orcs in the forest.  Talk about deja vu, he might be tempted to repeat his last arrival with his sister and 'fight' the beasts on their own terms.  Seeing three on his trail as he wandered aimlessly through the woods, appearing lost and disoriented, drawing the brutes in until they would strike, Jacob could hardly wait for the thrill of a fight.  He had seen the other two in front of him, hiding behind trees on either side of the path, but at a signal they converged on his position, drawing crude and simple weapons.  "Stop.  You give up treasure or your life!"  The greenskin fool ordered Jacob.  His answer was to simply disappear and reappear behind the beast, holding its heart in his hand.<br/><br/>"You want to say that again?"  Jacob asked, crushing the muscle in his fist and absorbing the mess into his own skin.  The orc looked down at the hole in his chest and blinked stupidly at the wound before hitting the dirt like a bag of rotten fruit, dead long before he did.  The other four looked at Jacob, looked at their dead companion and ran for their lives.  Jacob ripped a portal in front of him and appeared before the four runaways and quickly tore them apart with his bare hands.  While a bit over dramatic perhaps, it had sated the demon's blood lust quite well as the dying and dead orcs were left where they fell.  Going to the river again, Jacob cleaned up and this time made haste for the village.<br/><br/>((Ok, let's get this going again.  Silk, Rawyn, you two can meet me on the edge of town or I'll come to you, whatever works.))