[center][h1][color=000001]Tarthus, The three faced Lord[/color][/h1][/center]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IS6imkjmYcg]As they wake[/url]

When the six eyes of Tahrthus opened themselves they saw it all. The child once imagined being freed from its chains. And now the child's imagination was the warriors reality. The old woman however could only see the time they were imprisoned and by whom.
Revenge was not really a concept Tarthus completely understood but he knew it would be the goal of his children.

When he left the cell in his true form he brought death with him. Since many guards were already killed and his siblings had destroyed them with their incredible power Tarthus smiled. The Guards paid the ultimate price, it was their time to die. 
However those guards who were still alive fought fanatical. The Dragon King slew one and spared another. But was he blind? 
This soldiers time had come. Clearly it was Tarthus who had to do it. 

The great black three faced body shrunk, as it revealed a warrior in fine black armor, wielding a long sword and a shield. The warrior pointed his sword at the still perplexed guard. [color=000001]"Fight me."[/color] And the guard did, although it did not last long, perhaps the Dragon King was right. This soldier needed more training. But it was Tarthus way to see a live that must be taken and do it accordingly. 

The guards were not even close a match to what the children threw at them. The colossal, six armed figure of his brother smashed them like insects, while all the blood and headless corpses indicated that Nod was already gone. Tarthus looked at the stairs, he would leave too.

[center][color=000001]"Oh living breathing world, how I have missed you. I see so many lives that should not be, so many years wasted in this forsaken pit. Oh world you shall know us again."[/color][/center]