"Beware the snake you call friend, for he has bitten thee in the heart without alarming thee from behind."
~Tasmiya Shaik
REALM OF MYTHGAR
Engmaar ruins
The Narrak general was seated on the large throne carved from stone and obsidian. A deathly aura of darkness, and malicious desires enshrouded his broad hume frame embedded with hardened, leathery black scales to denote him as one of the highest ranking class of creatures amongst his brethren. A ghastly exhalation escaped his mouth that curved into a grin, revealing wickedly-shaped fangs. His vengeful orbs of scarlet regarded the mediocre hume filth that kneeled before him.
