The First Beast

[ValroseEmpire]

No doubt would there be in the minds of men, there was one about the shadows that'd plagued the land. The Envoy from Atrellya had proven their strength time and time again, culling more than they'd lost. Heads placed upon Pikes would prove as warning. Gathered mainly by one that appeared to stand as a man and unlike a beast. One that was mischievous and cunning. One that held great power, that many men faint of heart would falter against. 

The First beast to rise, remained. When provoked to wrath, calamity could be heard even in the distance of those towns that would consider themselves fully fledged.  Amongst the land that'd once perhaps been beautiful would blood be spilled, accompanied by ash and flame.

Ingolf, Bringing about such traumatic events in order to prepare themselves for something seemingly. A path of conquest chosen, connections forged through the shadows. Their influence now beginning to reach those nations surrounding. Essence is pulled forcefully from the bodies of their victims and utilized to empower The Ashen Wolf.

The Armament of The Late Sage of Destruction, empowered by their blood and bound to their soul. Made anew and forged in cursed ritual. Such weapon, thuuming. Reverberating and even capable of speaking to the minds of those unable to resist. The ascended however, not satisfied with their growth would push foward.

Much needed to be done.

...Preperation to take on the mantle of The Sage of Destruction.

"It's not enough...if there is yet more to be gained."