[color=f26522]"Interesting,"[/color] Shukra said as he watched the spirits of fire erupt from the ground, using his little bit of magic to check their movements and what they were doing. [color=f26522]"Very interesting."[/color] The orcs, oblivious to magic, were confused by his statement, but none dared to question him. He was to them as the Dungeon Keeper was to him. It gave him a little bit of satisfaction to have his little army of orcs. The forty he had with him now - ten seemed to have been lost, most of them likely to his own allies - were but a small force compared to what he had hidden away in the hills. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of their entire race at his foot. But, that was some ways away, and for now, there were other problems.

Such as the tidal wave of imps that poured out of the forest into the village. Shukra pulled a face of disgust. Imps were disgusting little creatures, hardly fit to be eaten, much less to serve anyone in any real capacity. But, the Master seemed to trust them, so he would not question him on this matter. What he would question was the one that eventually worked its way up to him and held its hand out for the prisoners. What the imp received was Shukra's boot in his face, sending blood and teeth flying as the creature was sent sailing away. [color=f26522]"These are [i]mine,[/i] vermin. Loot elsewhere."[/color] The menacing look and the threat of a second kick was enough to send the creature away, no doubt to report to the Master.

Shukra grunted, and sent his orcs away with the prisoners back home. They had strict orders to not harm them in any manner, unless they attempted escape, and then to integrate them back home. Shukra, however, had business elsewhere, unfortunately. He entered the village as the creatures finished their portal, and stepped within. And back in the dungeon they were, much to Shukra's dismay. They were conquerors, warlords, future kings and queens, lords and masters. They deserved more than just a stinking pit to come back to after a raid. He grimaced again, and found himself a place to sit, which was a simple wooden chair he'd managed to coerce an imp into retrieving for him. It creaked and groaned under his weight. He might have to use a prisoner as a stool if it broke.

The Master's entrance was... exasperating. Too much show and display of power. Whether it was for the prisoners or the "champions" didn't matter. It was an irritating show, and Shukra's expression and the finger against his temple showed it. He had respect for the creature that had given him a purpose, but these things were wastes of time. Even his claim seemed like a waste. Ten humans disappeared, and nothing else. Even he had managed to get more than that on his own. But, regardless, he did not say a word, did not move a muscle, and merely waited for everyone else to begin shouting their claims at each other before taking anything else.