Brona

A small draconian man is hovering before you. He is dressed in dark robes, pitch
black to be exact, they cover his body completely with his armor underneath them.
You look into his cowl and see a face, with eyes alight with a fire far greater
than any hell fire you have ever seen before. A large blunt snout portrudes from
his hood and you see a maw of many sharp teeth, much like that of the ancientest
of dragons. His black scales seem to glisten in the sunlight and he shyes away from
the brightness. Looking closer you see he wears a small pendant with a skull in the
center of it, the mark of the long since past black robes, the necromancers of the
dead forest. It seems to speak to him with a power unknown to many, secrets of
times long forgotten to all but those who are truely dedicated to their purpose.

He is Brona, an archmage of power, discipline and dedication. He wishes nothing
more than to serve his house and lord and to be left to his studies. He bears the
mark of Xurinos, and shows his dedication in ways that many others would find pointless
but he finds pivotal and neccessary. Secrets are only unlocked by those who would
seek them and he seeks to know all that there is to know about the world and existance
all together. The last thing you see is the pendant flare, and you see a dark-elf
riding on a shadow dragon, with Brona at his side and an army of undead marching behind
them. The servent of the god of power, dedication and mastery is the first, and wishes
to be the greatest of all who will serve. Seek solace in the Void and you too will
become a master of knowledge. Seek it not, and you are a fool.