(Teleport)

You conjure a small rip in space in time directing it towards this barbarian village. You step through into the cold frozen wind, feeling it, though it does not affect you. You walk confidently towards the chief's tent. A man levels a spear at you and charges. Before he's within thirty feet his flesh has been turned inside out.

With a wave of your hand you raise him as a flesh golem to do your bidding. You stride on towards the chief's tent and throw back the flap to see the older man fucking his own daughter like she were a dog. He looks up and shouts in anger for his men to kill you. Outside you hear the first frightened screams as your golem has gone to work on the remaining villagers.

"I need the Orb of the Wyrm." You calmly voice.

"Why should I give it to you?" He shouts in response.