Sar’karth
Sar’karth, a black Dracon. In alignment he shows no
light, nothing will stop him from completing his quest, his great plan, his
destiny. Small black pupils glare at you with precisioned hatred. A snarl
escapes from his long dog like snout.
The closeness reveals a heavily fanged mouth, the small but sharp
dentures show just how easy it is for the vile creature to separate meat from
bone. He stands at the doorway that separates heaven from hell, anything beyond
is shrouded in darkness, anything before is bathed in light. Opening his mouth
he begins to speak.
“Very well, you may enter. Though I warn you, tread carefully into the domain beyond.
Anything you do see will undoubtedly kill you…”
What
causes creatures to act as they do? Fate? Luck? Or conscious thought?
- Equipment: (note that this may
change drastically and often. Too often perhaps to update it in time.)
Knife
– Quite sharp, bog standard all-purpose blade.
Serrated
Fang – Lethally sharp and guaranteed to cause more damage on the way out.
Star
shurikens – Twenty metal shards
Sickle
– Bet you’ve never seen one of these before!
Commoners
clothes – White, woollen shirt and green, suede trousers.
Crowns
– Very varying!