Haunted Wood Some liar brought the thunder.

Perhaps what he was doing was a bad idea. It could very well backfire on him in the long run, cost him more than it is worth. But he couldn't ignore the thrill this gave him. To feed everyone a certain feeling of dread, to fight one another for titles, power, and survival. He had no real case to put against the thorny gangly man Black Hat, due to him constantly talking his way out of things... but perhaps, he could do something else just as malicious as the day they first met. Instead of feasting on his bones, maybe this would take him down a notch. 

Then it is their own damn faults for not protecting themselves. We are a pack of mercenaries after all. And they all seemed to have been getting a little too comfortable, especially around the Warlord himself. Some seemed to think he could be a friend, or won over by friendship, kinship, and love. No. He was selfish after all. Powerhungry. He would exercise his power and protect it among the sharks he had following him, some were more loyal than others, and he would keep an eye on them closely to try and stave off the gargoyle's wrath. Perhaps you will like it here more than you think.

Maybe give the other members more of a chance to redeem themselves from his wrath... if not, he would deal with it when the time comes. One thing at a time.