Orc bodies, bearing the Symbol of the Raven upon thier armor, others marked with a black, shattered hand, lay scattered about the tower. Red blood, orcish and elven, stained the snow. Steam rose from the crimson stains. Andrew apparently had arrived only moments to late.

Do'kora's eyes were drawn toward the icy shoreline.. Vinson, the Temple Guard and Sentry, had already began "cleaning things up." He was throwing the orc bodies, after carefully removing thier belongings, into the frigid waters of the sea.

vinson shouted from the shoreline.. "I've not been inside yet, my liege..You'd best walk carefully..." With that, he heaved the last body in the pile into the ocean, and set back to collect more.

Andrew pulled open the heavy, ice covered door of the Temple and entered The Chamber of the Urn.. All seemed orderly, save a few bloody smears which led upstairs, to the library..

Climbing the steps, he saw what remained of Q'wellen, Bladesinger of Tel Mithrim. Lifeless, pale. His skin was an unnaturaly grey, even for the dead. His eyes were dried, dehydrated... small, wrinkled sacs in great cavernous acolves. Blackish, dried blood clung to his face and hands.

A raven fluttered into the window of the library, giving out a cawing cry of joy.

Andrew Do'Kora bowed his head. It was a direct messege from his Lord, His God. It was an order. He had no choice.

Andrew set off down the stairs, leaving the grisly scene behind. He left the temple, walked to shoreline, where Vinson was finishing off disposing of the Orc Bodies. Giving the orders to the Sentry, Andrew set off to his ship, docked at the southern end of the Island. He didn't want to see what was going to happen.

Andrew always thought of himself as a man of honor.. Respect, even to the enemy, even in thier death, was something he had always believed in. What was transpiring was anything but honorable..Yet they were Orders.. Andrew had no choice but to have someone carry them out..

Had Andrew stayed, he would have seen Vinson and a few remaining orcs drag Q'wellen's body out of the tower. The orcs beheaded the carcass and strung it up on a ten foot lance-spear with hooked chains. Firmly planting the grusome standard in the ground, the orcs then slashed at it's gullet..

The innards spilled forth, already rotting. They hit the ground with a sickening splat.

The head was placed on a second, smaller stake in front of the body.

As night came, the orcs departed. Vinson retired to the temple interior..

And the Ravens came to feast.