Karsh stalked slowly through the woods, following the trail of the fleeing man. He was no skilled hunter, to follow the subtle traces of prey through the forest, but this Lord Milovanovic was anything but subtle - a blind man could have seen the signs of his passage. Now, though, it looked as if Karsh had run him to ground. Ahead lay a cave, and the human's tracks pointed straight for it - nowhere to run or hide now. It was only a start, of course - the corruption would not end until Karsh had slain the man's master. But that was how you purged heresy, one swing at a time.<br/><br/>The greataxe on his shoulders came down into a guard stance, and he slid the carved wooden mask on his forehead down to fit across his face. His permanently squinted eyes crinkled only slightly at the harsh glare of the sun as he stepped into the clearing, advancing towards the dark mouth of the cave.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Anyone looking out of the cave would see the unmistakable hunched and slope-shouldered profile of a full-blooded orc. He wore a vest of dark green leather lined with metal studs, and a knee-length kilt of the same material. A wicked, well-used two-handed axe was clutched in both scar-creased arms, but his face was obscured by a hideous mask - made of wood, and sculpted to resemble a face screaming in mortal terror, the orc's natural tusks jutting out from beneath it.