Andrew casually walked closer, his helm concealing his face from the elven watchman.
"Quel du, mellonamin.."
Andrew nodded politely as he closed the distance between himself and the watchman.

A loud shriek to the south, at the border of the woods, caused the elf to look past him in alarm. Andrew drew a large bastard sword from the leather scabbard on his back, and in the same, fluid motion thumped the watchman rather forcefully on the back of the head. The elf crumpled, alive but stunned, rendered unconscious. Placing the bastard sword back in it's harness, Andrew gently pushed open the door to the Ostar Tower.

The shriek from the forests edge called again, accompanied by three others. Another shriek answered from the upper level of the Ostar tower.

Andrew couldn't hold back the shudder that ran through his spine when he heard the shrieks. It was only mere hours ago that a meeting with a diety-like being revealed interesting.. information.. to him. Aside from the information, the almost-demi-god assinged to him a task, as well as a "strike team".

The task was almost completed.

Andrew crept up the stairs to the second level of the tower. His hand clutched the tsuka, the handle, of his katana, which rested in it's scabard at his side.

As he entered the second floor, his stomach turned...

There before him, bound with elven chain, was a disturbing creature..Thin and lankey, it sat huddled on the floor. It's eyeless, skull-like face was turned toward the stony ground of the tower floor, and with a long, curved claw that slowly crept from it's hand, the creature was tracing symbols on the stone.. In it's own blood. Multiple small gashes covered it's left forarm, apparently an "ink resevoir" for whatever the vile being was scribbling. Slowly, skin stealer number fourteen lifted it's eyeless head and "looked" at Do'Kora.

Andrew quickly drew his blade, and with an overhead hack that was anything but graceful...
Cut the chains that bound the "greater" skin stealer. It seemed Khell's enchantment on the blade did indeed work..

Number Fourteen rose slowly to it's feet and extended it's neck toward Andrew. Repulsed by the creature, andrew said nothing..Even if he did attempt to speak, the lump in his throat would hinder him to do so. Number fourteen suddenly gave out what seemed to be a hiddeous laugh, a mimick of it's maker's own laughter. As in response, several shrieks were heard outside the tower walls. Feeling sick, Andrew rushed down the stairs, fourteen hurrying after him, walking quickly with strange, clikcing motions of it's legs. Andrew rushed out of the tower door, past the comotose watchman and the small pack of ordinary skin stealers. He could hear the pack following him through the woods, all the way to his boat.

Only when he was aboard the vessel with a pack of five skin stealers, one being five feet tall, intellegent, and strangely silent, did he have time to reflect on what he had just done. His face resting in his hands, his body relaxed by the slow churning of the waves against the boat's hull, Andrew Do'Kora forced himself to give a weary smile..

The mission was a success. He was en route to a small watchtower off the coast of Minoc.

His god will be Pleased.