The Lord of Dragons
Inspiration Song Powerwolf - Army Of The Night
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…In the shadows of the ancient world, where the stars barely pierce the veils of forgotten time, a figure rises—both man and beast. The Dragon Lord walks between realms, his eyes burning like molten gold, his body adorned with chains that were once meant to bind him. Now, they serve as symbols of his unbroken power.
Around him coil the great wyrms, their ivory-hardened scales shimmering like pale fire in the darkness. They are not merely his servants but his kin, born from the same primordial magic that laces his own flesh, leaving behind subtle traces of scales upon his skin.
Resting upon his arm is a creature both elegant and terrifying — a fusion of feline grace and draconic might, its crimson eyes reflecting entire worlds. It is his companion, his silent witness, as he strides across dimensions in search of the moment that will unveil his true destiny.
The air is thick with the scent of storms, ash, and ancient blood. The earth trembles beneath the growing force of his breath. Tonight is not the night of a warrior, nor of a king—tonight belongs to a god reclaiming his dominion.
And the world will either bow before the Dragon Lord — or burn in his flames."
Varosh
The Lord of Dragons
Inspiration Song Powerwolf - Army Of The Night
We Love Roleplay is ready to satisfy your shopping cravings for those unique creations to enhance your roleplay!
Event opens 4th March at 12 noon slt
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…In the shadows of the ancient world, where the stars barely pierce the veils of forgotten time, a figure rises—both man and beast. The Dragon Lord walks between realms, his eyes burning like molten gold, his body adorned with chains that were once meant to bind him. Now, they serve as symbols of his unbroken power.
Around him coil the great wyrms, their ivory-hardened scales shimmering like pale fire in the darkness. They are not merely his servants but his kin, born from the same primordial magic that laces his own flesh, leaving behind subtle traces of scales upon his skin.
Resting upon his arm is a creature both elegant and terrifying — a fusion of feline grace and draconic might, its crimson eyes reflecting entire worlds. It is his companion, his silent witness, as he strides across dimensions in search of the moment that will unveil his true destiny.
The air is thick with the scent of storms, ash, and ancient blood. The earth trembles beneath the growing force of his breath. Tonight is not the night of a warrior, nor of a king—tonight belongs to a god reclaiming his dominion.
And the world will either bow before the Dragon Lord — or burn in his flames."
Varosh