Role

Chapter 1

Through rattles of death the invited figure moaned in anguish as the precise
strike of Dasheguhl tore living flesh from the ivory creature that dangled
enticingly before him. The allure to feast was intoxicating and he salivated
with both the prospect of draining this foul wretch and the euphoria that he
felt when he flayed the highborn.

But first there were answers he sought. Answers from the murmurings that rose
from the parched deserts of Hamsah Mu'tazz that lay sprawled out before the
base of the Tahril like a pool of golden tears. The forsaken portals spewed
forth the legions of Nightwalkers that heralded the return of the Scions of
the Eternal Night.

But to what end?

That is question that Dasheguhl had sworn to discover. His lineage dated far
back to the creation of the orcs from the desecration of the pure elves from
the first ages of Thera. Many took to the banners of the Clan and thirsted
for elven flesh like mindless zombies driven by there carnal desires. But to
a select few, power was promised by the rising of an infernal deity from the
abyss who imbued them with mark of destruction and despair. The mark of the
Demon-God. The mark of Zurcon.