The Pride of Naysien

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The Descent of dragons has long since dawned upon Esshar,
Vartuuls have roamed for many generation.
A name renowned among the masses. 
Villagers knew of their pillaging, their means of possession.
Children feared their presence.

One chosen to continue the legacy, 
one worthy of the claim.

The work of the Ebonblooded was only just beginning under the rise of Naysien's first children.
Lianne, Ferris, Foster.
Their work to be continued by the wings of a new generation.

Golden eyes, familiar from a distance. Will you be able to cease the onslaught?
Before it comes for you.

The Golden Eyed Pride of Naysien.

"I am a dragon,
I am worthy,
I move in her shadow
I will break the chains which bind us.
And in the end;
I will soar."

Endgame nears.
The dawn of a new horizon.

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pride / prīd / noun

1. a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one's own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired. 2. consciousness of one's own dignity.

A young dragon coming of age.

Swollen with pride.

You’ve probably heard his name.

”You’ve heard of the firstborn of the newest generation of Vartuul?”

“Yeah, I’ve heard he’s merciless, and that he kills for fun.”

“Well I heard he would go as far as to eat children, or feed them to Naysien..”

”Someone should really put that guy in check..”

"We'd all be better off if he were dead.. he's a threat to our peace."

"He's more like a monster than a drakanite!"

One accolade after another, his list of personal trophies grow. Small villages plundered beneath the shade of those wings.
The March of the Black Wyrm.

“Are you proud yet mother?”

”Have I grown into the Warrior you envisioned me to be?”

The boy drakan was blossoming into a young man, and by the passing day her become more monstrous. A slave to the titles bestowed upon him. His ego grew with each passing victory, pride swollen over time.

”This is only the beginning.”

”I am not satisfied.”

But would he ever be?

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They prayed on my downfall.
Not to Kraus, or to Nyx, or to Kain -- but to Naysien.

How quaint?
Some have labeled me a heretic; unworthy of my title. 
Even those closest to me.

No matter. My virtues have never wavered, I never basked upon the illusion of companionship.
I am alone, and have always been. Only She soars at my side.
Only She empowes me.

Color me mad, color me ambitious, color me over-confident, color me foolishly powerful, color me overcapable.
Color me vengeful, color me angry, color me prideful.

I care not; for I am who I have always been. I am who I was destined to be.
I am the fated demise of those who neglect Naysien's wish. 

I am Lexius Vartuul, and I don't need you.
I only need Her.

The drakanite has spent much time roaming alone as of late.
Pillaging, hunting, looting. Wreaking havoc upon Essharan lands.
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and just like that.

those who deemed me unworthy...

are now dead.



mixed emotions..
on the other hand, they were the only ones who mattered to me.

veero..
fenci..

you task me with growth, and then you get yourselves killed?
how can i ever prove anything to you both now?
were you proud of how i'd changed, brother?
i guess it doesn't matter now.

i never got to thank you for that day.

☽ ☾

so much left undone.
vengeance stacking upon vengeance.
few left to exact it.



i have not forgotten the slayers of my kin.
and though many monsters now plague esshar once more.
know that i am the cruelest and most cold of them all.