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~Legends of Absathus~
Alarak
Alarak, the heir of Absathus was walking back and forth with his hands pulling down his face in sheer and utter loathing. Before his battle...this suicide mission that the council probably exposed most of his Men to die in, They had sent him witnesses. Now here they were in the midst of camp. They had been pushing for weeks now and the fact that some one had chased them all the way into the Enemy territory with HIS SISTER and an ambassador to make sure he was doing his job infuriated him. When they had arrived he had begun to scream, rage, and demean the ambassador for the sheer irresponsibility. For a Nazemi he was smaller, 5'6"-5'8" but when he made himself known, he was a man to be feared. He told the ambassador that he would win in one felled swoop. Chuckling at the pun, he began to rest as he and his army planned out. The next day he made contact with his fated and religious enemies and talked to them. He gave them warnings about what was to come since he had been doing business with them for his troops to stay supplied. When the time came, and he got all the information, the night would begin. The ambassador and his sister would have watched from afar as Alarak's troops torched homes, shops, and more to force all of the civilians into the garrison that was causing him problems. They rushed in to the walls...fleeing and screaming for their lives, and begging for entrance when it happened. The silhouette of a Massive Dragon came from the dark cloudy sky. His wings lit up and became as a focus to create a lighting storm around the base as he carried the title of hell scaled tyrant to those who think him 'weak'
flew in close. And from his talons forming across-shape, four large balls of
power shifted into a rectangular formula that launched a massive orb of power into the very center of the fort that kept his forces at bay. The civilians, troops, even the priests...Everyone lit up in a massive ball of fire as the dragon flew into the ball of flame he created before slowly walking out. The ambassador stared with awe and terror as he described 'A tyrant walking out of the depths of the underworld, wreathed in hell itself'...giving him his moniker, "The hell-scaled tyrant".
Likes and Hobbies: Cooking, Singing, Flying, The colors red and blue, Gardening, Calligraphy, Learning new languages, and studying magic or new knowledge in general.
Dislikes: His human form, Ignorance, Liars, Disrespect, and Disrespecting hobbies of others
Alarak was a fair, benevolent, and peaceful ruler who followed the line of thinking that was "Speak softly, but carry the biggest stick" He was a war caster, General, and lead his armies at the front of the line, never taking any action first that his men and women wouldn't have to. After his fateful mission given to him by the council he snapped. His will bent and broken from the stress and he went on a spree of attacking the council. He would sit in solitude, away from his family for close to a year. After coming to grips he.. played by their own games. He was cold, composed, and fully embraced.
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