Dark Movement

The Eredun is half made up. half real. Let me know if I done a convincing job.
==Chapter I: Ascension of Form==
Boltspark, bathed in shadow, crept closer to the edge of the orc den with his blade close by. 'Do you have it?' a rasping voice which conjured thoughts of undead stalking black forests hissed. 'Gol'kosh swobu. Lok'regar!' a deep orcish voice boomed. 'Is that a yes?' rasped the first voice. Boltspark crept from the welcoming dark to a bright and sterile light. A warrior orc, one of the mag'har, clean blooded, was standing talking to something Boltspark could not understand. A rotten corpse, more hideous than any creature of the forsaken. It was limping and hunched foward. From the skeleton, its race was not discernable.
'Then do it!' the skeleton hissed. 'As you wish.' The orc bowed low. He heard the orc began to chant in an odd and chilling language:
'Azhir than'thaal nei lu
Delekatharu il dask ila
Nash katra, kada'anach
Gor'om azarathan. Ruin!'
 
The chanters skin began to change to a mottled red, he gasped with the heat. The skeleton seemed enveloped by a red mist, hissing in a low voice, 'Fool...fool....fool.....' The chanter caught fire suddenly but forced himself to stay where he stood. Stoic yet foolish. Boltspark could only watch in terror and shock. The servants flesh was charred and falling off. It fell to the floor, dead but still burning furiously. The mist where the skeleton stood was now billowing smoke. A smoke smothering those other hapless servants in a terror, so horrific that it reduced them from mighty warriors to wailing beasts. Boltspark was terrified, what would emerge from that cloud? What deep terrors, beasts with foul memories of slaughter embedded in its psyche? A lone person, without conscience who lived to end lives so casually? Or something so dreadful, it would drive him insane to see? Boltpsark was covered in terror sweat, he gasped for air but ended up with a mouthful of smoke. He fell to his knees but did not feel the thud. His eyes were watering, skin ashen, mouth dry.
 
All those ailments were forgotten as the cloud billowed away .Boltspark didn't want to see what would materialise. He wanted to be home with his cigar, ale and whatever else he could think of. ANYTHING BUT THIS!
 
The thing emerged. An outline of an orc. But clad in armour as black as coal, spikes emerging from all ends and it looked more like a building than armour. The whole body of the beast was enveloped in red flame, unatural fire from unknown magic.