Souls In FlameShadows fell over the marble balcony, covering the lone drow figure standing at the railing. His head hanging, hands on the rail, storm cloud colored hair gently shifting in the light breeze. The scars under his right eye glistening with fresh blood, a light aching sensation making his face curl into a sneer.Souls In Flame
Jaraxle was lost in thought and didn’t hear his son approach, Vierin simply waited for his father to acknowledge his presence, enjoying the fact he had crept in. His stoic face partially covered in scales than run from his brow down his neck and onto his shoulders to disappear under his clothing.
After a lo
Fiend's RunBailen could not believe what he had witnessed, he'd never thought in his wildest dreams just what he'd see when he entered the abandoned fortification. He'd heard rumbling about monstrous creatures using it as a shelter, but the monsters he encountered there weren't what he heard described at the local inns. These made those seem angelic in nature. Sure, a beast with claws half the length of a mans arm and fangs sharper than the keenest blade were intimidating. Even glowing red eyes and drooling maws were frightening, but he encountered none of these. Instead he saw the complete opposite, creatures of utter beauty and grace.Fiend's Run
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Rebirth of ChaosThe shadows had deepened within Jaraxle's soul once again, so he began to wander on a quest. Seeking the light and it's blessed cleansing. He'd traveled far, his pack was beginning to weight heavily upon his weary shoulders. The barren waste of the Caliban Straights surrounding him in all directions. He'd be called this way, his wander lust directing him. Finding a small out cropping of jagged boulders, he drops his pack to the dust ground and mops his brow dry with the sleeve of his tunic and adjusting Victory on his belt. The axe had come in handy along his journey, help him scatter a small group of brigands attacking a merchant and his famRebirth of Chaos
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