Getting their attention

[Torgar]

Tigen looked idly around at the devastation he'd just caused with a grim sense of satisfaction. Every skeleton he could get his hands on, crushed into dust, every zombie eviscerated and set turned to ash, and every lowly priest of the god of death lay dead that was foolish enough to not have been inside their inner sanctum. The wrath of the spirits had lain a sizeable portion of the graveyard low, and yet Tigen knew he wasn't done yet. He had one more thing to do.

He walked his way back to the entrance of the graveyard, towards the Old Road. There, rundown and decrepit sat a small building. No one lived in that building, yet the angry elf knew it still held significance to those he sought to draw the attention of. He turned to his spiritual ally, a being of purest fire, and bid him burn the building down before returning to his own plane of existance. The elemental simply turned and broke though the front door, begining to set the house ablaze with it's blazing power. With a nod of satisfaction as the building began smoking, signaling finally to his enemies that someone had paid the graveyard a visit and was no ally.

Tigen dismissed the elemental back to his home, and set himself back on the road away from that depressing place.

"Let us see how those corrupt bastards react when they learn that they are not the only one's willing to use their tactics of destruction and fear to get a message across."

As he left, he remembered they would need something in order to know he had done this, so he pulled out the small wooden symbol he kept with him, a symobl of Silvanus, and tossed it down the road near the burning building. Someone would find it, and someone would divine who it had belonged to.

And then, hopefully, they would come. And then they would burn.

[Incognito]

*****This was done with my OK

[Torgar]

He almost felt regretful about what he was going to do. He had overestimated the hand's loyalty to the myrkulites, so he was forced to take things a step further. He spent several minutes preparing himself for what he was to do, in the eventuality that things did not work out as planned. Ever warding he possessed was cast some distance outside the once happy town of Sestra. Once that was all done, he ventured to a nearby farmstead and relieved the farmer of a rather long, narrow, and stout piece of timber that had once been part of a fence. That settled, he summoned an elemental ally of air, handing him the piece of timber.

With a grim expression, he set himself on the road into the town. Once the guards spotted him coming down the road, the sent word for reinforcements to turn away the hostile intruder. A half dozen guards came to stop him, but five of them were slain without so much as a change in expression on the shaman's face. Just that look of quiet fury. The last guard, however, was subdued. Tigen had a message to deliver, and messages require messangers. So, the shaman had his elemental companion drag the guard, struggling futily, towards the temple of bane further into the town. Once there, he had the elemental stand the guard up, his back pinned to the front door of the temple.

"Who the hell are you!?" Yelled the captive guard at the gold armored elf.

"Oh, I'm Tigen Amastacia. I have a message for your exarch I'd like you to deliver for me." The elf calmly stated.

"What message?" The guard asked with anger and spite in his voice.

The elf said nothing for a moment, then gathered his energies and spoke the divine incantation to a powerful spell. Once the words were finished, the elf slowly expanded in size as his shape took on a truely monsterous, devilish form. Large wings exploaded from his back, enormous horns grew from his head, and a long tail shot out his hind end. The guard turned deathly pale as he watched the monsterous transformation.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" He screamed in new found fear.

The transformed elf leaned forward, and whispered to the guard in a gutteral voice filled with malice. "Tell him that he's next."

With that, he reached towards his companion, took the piece of timber, and with a great heave skewered the guard through the stomach and through the door behind him. The guard screamed in agony as blood came pouring out. The devil then melted away to reveal once more the elven shaman, who uttered a powerful healing incantation over the guard.

"That will keep you from bleeding out to death before someone can find you to tend to you. Oh, and do try to scream louder, your life DOES depend on it." The elf stated to the screaming man.

He then placed a hand written letter in the man's hand, and placed a symbol of Silvanus around the piece of timber imbedded in his stomach. Nodding with grim satisfaction, he dismissed his elemental helper, and made his way out of the town. He was, after all, not interested in fighting the Hand in one of it's own towns. He was vengeful, not stupid. With luck, he thought, this would draw them out of hiding right to him.