"Restless, it moves in the shadows, beware its malice that cowers in the umbra of the night."
~Tasmiya Shaik
City of Eizgár
Britstar Tavern
Sunday
12:10 a.m
Fiery wroth carved its path into the Aldari Lord's spirit retainer orb, and engulfed the Warcan's spirit with its threads of crimson energy. What was the purpose of his rage? How thoughtful of the man who assaulted him to define it so clearly. Yes. The odious stares he received from the degenerates was reason enough to incur his wrath. No peasant, thug or riffraff would dare to challenge the might, and power of the Narrak War chief.
'You suppress my power,' The Narrak inside him growled. 'I am Kovarax, the greatest dragon amongst the Narrak. do not deny my wrath. Use it and strike our enemies where they stand.' The creature grunted gruffly.
