To the tower.

“To the Tower.” The Akkadian growls, wishing to sequester himself as quick as possible.

“Of course Mistress.” The large orc nods and leads the retinue pass the well designed and rather inviting fine crafted wood gates and light gray stone walls of the village. The human gate guards salute the Akkadian as they watch their Mistress and her orcs ride off following along the edge of the oasis.

Soon the Akkadian arrives at the Sorceress' personal keep, and the difference between this location and the town couldn't be more stark. The outer walls are made of crudely cut black stone with a gate of cold rusted wrought iron. Several rotting bodies of dead crucified and castrated orcs are chained to the outer wall with large metal pikes impaled up their anuses. As the gates open up the stench of **** and filth greets the Akkadian. The lower yard has a few cave like buildings and several large holes burrowed into the ground. It is a place of orcs and wargs, the few humans that tramp about are clearly slaves, wearing only iron collars and crude loin cloths wrapped around their waist while having been sadistically brand with a large “S” across the side of their face. The groans of a human **** woman is heard over the daily noise of the keep as she is being anally ****, in the typical orc fashion, over a black's smith anvil by one of the off duty guards.

“Mistress.” The head orc bows and rides off with the rest of her traveling retinue to stable their wargs. Now alone, the Akkadian looks around not sure where he is suppose to go. Within a few seconds, however, the inner iron gate is opened and looking up the hill the Assassin's keen eyes sees the outer door of the tower on top of the hill also open.

Heading through the inner gate he rides up the steep hill towards the Sorceress' tower on top of the hill. Soon the foul smells and sounds disappear as he arrives at the tall tower, built in the fashion of the town, which has a panoramic view of the village below. Outside the tower is an handsome male ****, who's brand is a far smaller “S” and placed on his chest. He submissively bows his head and takes hold of the Akkadian's reigns. Dismounting from his steed the Assassin is greeted by a sinister voice from behind.

“Greetings, Mistress.” A wicked looking half-orc creature wearing the finest courtier robes addresses the Akkadian with a half bow.

The goblin like creature is only five and half feet tall in height, but his skin is far greener then any orc and his eyes are yellow like a snake's. His teeth are sharp and shark like, though his words are of intelligence and with much craft. The Akkadian immediately realizes this is a dangerous and evil creature.

The goblin studies the Akkadian for a second, as if it is trying to figure something out. “My apologizes.” It finally speaks. “You seem quite haggard Mistress, the adventure with the Akkadian assassin did not go according to plan?”

“No.” The Akkadian curtly answers, wanting to have little to do with this creature as possible.

“It's as I advised, Mistress.” The goblin almost smiles. “I did warn you not to trust that man.”

“I am tired.” The Assassin carefully ponders his words. “Leave me, I will hear your report in the morning.”

One of the goblin's eye brow raises. “Oh course, Mistress, Grymvix is always your obedient servant.”

The Akkadian walks past the goblin into the tower, knowing that it suspects something. He couldn't risk, however, having it see him not know where he was going. Before the door closes the Akkadian hears this Grymvix order the human **** to send for the orc scout captain that was with the expedition.

As the door closes behind the Akkadian he takes a deep breath. The Assassin looks around at the expensive, if not a bit lewd, decorations of the receiving hall when an older, but still very handsome, male **** hurriedly enters into the room. He bows while stating, “Mistress?” in a surprised voice. “Where is Vizier Grymvix?”

“I am very tired with a terrible headache, the Akkadian takes off his sand scarf wrap and throws it at the ****. “Take me to my room at once!”

“Yes, Mistress!” The man bows a bit confused and quite terrified, “At once.” And leads the Akkadian to an outer wall. Producing a key from the pouch he wears over his loincloth the **** inserts it into a barely noticeable keyhole in the wall. A small secret door opens into a very small room. “Mistress.” He bows, allowing the Akkadian to enter.

Once inside the tiny room the **** reaches in and pulls a cord right inside of the doorway and then pulls his hand back. Within seconds the room begins to ascend upward, its locomotion, the Akkadian guesses, isn't sorcery, but manpower in the basement. Traveling up a long shaft the Assassin arrives at the top floor, the Sorceress' private chamber.