The Warmaster's Way

Newbie Joined: Jun 22, 2010 Posts: 7

Mirror silver eyes glinting in the fading light keenly observed his surroundings as he stepped out of the dark cavern of the glacial pass. In the distance the silloettes of the giants began to stir against the backdrop of the setting sun, in the frozen wastes far north of Lorehedge. The blood of the glacial people froze quickly on his armor, body and leathery wings, flaking off in crimson chips as he moved. His physique was impressive a body with thick cords of muscle that rippled under the skin with the slightest motion made even the dreaded orc king look scrawny in comparison.
He knelt now on one knee, his blade before him head bowed in respect. The low words he spoke carried power that few voices could match and in a tongue known only to those of dragonic blood.

"Lady Mistress of war and might hear my call

cowardice is a sin and the punishment is death

Grant me favor of worthy advisary in battle

Time to kill!
Blood to Spill!

My strength I offer that your enemies fall

My sword is yours unto my dying breath

all thus conquered to be your cattle

Time to kill!
Blood to Spill!

Rising up he moves into battle spilling much blood in the name of the war mistress.