09-29-2010, 02:56 PM
The Master refused to let the nymphos go. Besides, if he was captured, there would no doubt be unrest for his tribe that could cause Heaven knows how much damage. He quickly used his amazing strength to rip the thing out of the trees and began to ran off, his intimidating size hiding the fact he was actually quite fast. With the nymphos in his arms, he ran back to his fellow Orcs and slaves, using his strong sense of smell to try and avoid the humans.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.