The city street's seemed barren this early morning, aside from the merchants scattering acrost the cobble street's towards the city center to do there buisness. "Halt.." A rumbling voice echoed from the deep inside of a black leather cloak, dawned over a looming figure of 8ft., the hood pulled far over the creatures face to hide it cleverly. The merchant he called to stopped immediatly, greedy hands twisting over the wooden frame of the merchant cart.

"You're goods?" The figure bellowed, waving a large and rough hand clad with talons and thick scales, enough to shake the merchant visibly as he showed his array of swords.

"Not those..."

The hand whipped through the air, catching the merchant by the throat, throwing him to the ground with heavy force. Kangor's fingers had already broken the mans neck before he even his the ground. As blood dribbled from the fat mans lips, the Orc discarded of his cloak, shaking his head about like a aligator as the mroning sun glistend acrost his face. "Have a pleasent evening.." The orc grumbled as he kicked the cart over int he street, pocketing the subtle amount of coins collected from the raid.

Adjusting the his leather weapon strap acrost the beast's barren, muscular chest, the Orc strolled the street's aimlessly. Passerby's avoided eye contact, aware of Kangor's obsession with greed and murder. His left side of his face, braded deep withy ink with the symbol a killer. The symbol of a assasin paid by assasains.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane