[h3][u]Viscardi, Chieftain of Garakai[/u][/h3]

While the arrival of Orabil was the salvation of many, burning away the monster filled darkness and the hateful cold, it was the beginning of the end for the free tribes of the frigid north. Garakai's war parties had to be immediately put on a halt as the night closed in and monsters began to form, attacking everything within sight. Garakai fared better than most human villages, their dragon allies and their magic helping greatly against the hordes their minds conjured. When daylight finally returned, Viscardi wasted no time. He and his brothers quickly organized those humans who could still fight, and they took a dragon with them. Two villages fell in as many days, most of their inhabitants enslaved and dragged back to Garakai to begin their new lives under the watchful eyes of their overseers. With dragons at on their side and all their potential enemies weakened by the cold and the monster attacks and unprepared for war, the Garakains quickly subdued most of the north. The attempts by the survivors free the slaves rebuffed by the walls and the dragons. Night attempts always ended in bloody failure, as their own nightmares gathered to kill them. 

All that remained between Viscardi and Dominion was one last village. Technically villages.

In a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable, the remaining villages banded together, their populations gathering in the largest remaining village. It had rudimentary walls, learning from the Garakains. "Impressive, to have built so much in so little time. Such a shame it won't do any good." Viscardi commented to Cassios, at the head of their war party. It was doubtlessly smaller than the force in the village, but that's why they had brought along the two dragons. Aztoc had remained at Garakai, ruling over the slaves there. He seemed to take a perverse joy in it, and the power it brought him. Cassios merely made a rasping sound in response, incapable of speech since the day of eternal night. A monster had clawed his throat, and while they had managed to save his life, speech would never return.  

Viscardi gestured with his hand. "Burn it to the ground." The two Chaos dragons, both fire, leapt into the sky and descended upon the village. As dragonfire began to burn everything inside, the screams of those trapped could be easily heard. Viscardi shifted uncomfortably as he felt a twinge of remorse. There were children in there, he knew. Innocents who didn't know what was happening or why. Who didn't know that they were simply another stone in the path on his rise to power. The last bit of influence from Vowzra, telling him that what he was doing was wrong. That following Vestec was wrong. "It's too late now." Viscardi spoke aloud, not sure if he was speaking entirely to himself. "I've gone too far. Killed too many. Either I claim the power promised to me, or I die. Simple as that." 

"Capture anyone who manages to escape." Cassios nodded in acquiescence, leading a group of their men to the burning village. "Just another stepping stone." Viscardi muttered again, not entirely sure if he believed it.