Role

Chapter 8

Vraknar stands deep within the halls of Stone's Embrace when he noticed
a curious sniffing from the shadows. Instinctivly clenching his heaviest
hammer ready for a fightand issuing a threat only to be answered with
a huge bolt from the heavens. Muttering somewhat he loosens his grip, this
was not a fight to win, only a fool dare fight the lightning.

Revealing himself large sharp teeth prominant, Vraknar takes a step back
relaxing further to hear what the voices the Ancients may have carried to
Ergush. The times within the Imperial Army and held prisoner for countless
years had taken there toll, the bond to civilization ever yet weakening
the bond with nature. As air purified by lightning touched his nostrils
something slowly clicked on Vraknar's mind. He needed to time to stop, he
needed the time not for his rage to dwindle and die but it to focus into
a beautiful raging destructive force. An eternal fire raging through
civilization fanned by vast storms, for this to start the the smallest of
flames needs to be set.

Satisfying his desire for dwarf blood Vraknar soon moved to the forests to
the south, finding an enslaved felar it was here facing the cold that he
started his fire. As club crushed the felar's skull spilling brains all
over the ground, Vraknar utters the words, "Death has set your free of your
shackles."