Brass massacres hordes of his own people, as he has been blinded by the ways of the demon inside of him. All he sees are traitors, traitors and corpses. Flailing limbs of innocent half-Orcs, his people. His enemies. The very ones he swore to protect now crippled by his blade, sent screaming to the ground in a shower of dark, Orc blood. Is he doing the world a service by wiping out these tyrants? In this state, he doesn't care. One of the Half-Orcs that he once trusted like a brother lives in this village, and Brass will stop at nothing to find him, and terminate him, to put an end to the doubt in his mind. Brass will find him, and when he does, he will get a nasty surprise.
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