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.