dragathil

Dragathil stood at his sanctuary watching over the night. The distant sound's of battle and his army breaking the quiet. He knew it was wrong and innocents would be hurt but was far too gone to care, focused on revenge. A bright light falls from the sky over the battlefield, shocking him for a moment..is this a new trick from the order..a new weapon? He grabs his nearest orc by the collar of its armor..in a panicked rage. commanding "Find what that is and bring it to me! Now!"