>>5440394[The Dragon]: Rage! FUCKING RAGE! KILL MAIM BURN! RIP-AND-TEAAAAAAAR!
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Tyrol Falkner was sure it was the end for him. Even though the warlord had been injured by his fallen family Tyrol doubted he could finish the job. To his shame the shock of seeing both his father and brother cut down had petrified him. He screamed at his arms to raise his blade for one last desperate strike but his body wouldn’t obey.
Just then a column of magma erupted from where his brother had fallen. From it stepped a towering daemonic figure wreathed in flame. For the first time the warlord seemed uncertain, scared even. Turning towards the daemon he raised his blade and prepared to do battle. The monster looked down at him for a second before rushing forwards and ripping off the warlord’s arms.
With a blood curdling roar the daemon spewed a stream of fire onto the warlord. The armoured figure actually managed to stay upright for a few seconds before falling to his knees and toppling over. Armour melted into slag and flesh turned to ash. By the time the daemon ceased it’s attack nothing remained of the warlord but a charred smear on the keep’s floor.
With a growl the daemon turned away and left the great hall. It was then that Tyrol recovered enough of his wits to move again. Hearing screams coming from outside he crept up to the hall’s entrance and peered outside.
What greeted him was a scene of absolute carnage. The daemon set about the battlefield slaying marauder and guard alike. Its claws tore bodies to ribbons and its breath charred flesh, melted armour and even cracked stone. Some kind of morbid curiosity compelled Tyrol to continue watching. Slowly he followed the monster as it slaughtered all in its path, it fought its way out of the keep, routing the marauding war host in the process. It rampaged through the villages outside the keep, razing anything that hadn’t already been destroyed by the invaders.
Eventually it’s path took into the ash wastes where Tyrol dared not follow. As the aura of fear that had paralysed him receded Tyrol doubled over and vomited.
>Oh we're not done yet. 