[h1] [center][color=ed1c24][i][b]Enter the Dragon[/b][/i][/color] [/center] [/h1]


[Indent] Since the warm summer sun rose once again, Jackal, the sole survivor of his tribe, once again moved across the earth. His travels have met him with feeble work with those willing to communicate with his monstrous form. It didn't take long for him to learn of the fear his mere presence brings among those of other races, especially with the rise of these monster attacks. 

His large feet would make an audible thud with each step, moving in a casual matter. His large, hand crafted sword and held in his right hand, rested on his shoulder. The small chest he had on his back ringed with coins moving about within due to his movements. His reptilian eyes caught sight of the town ahead, wooden structures and he could make out a wide arrange of civilian activity. He continued, hopeful that his presence would result in work instead of conflict. As he drew closer, he noticed another strange humanoid figure, a species he had no recognized, confronted with weapons pointed at her. Within sight now, and his somewhat loud footsteps, the nearby civilians averted their gaze from the strange woman to the monstrous reptile that was about to interrupt.

Jackal approached, calmly, and steadily, towering over the both of them as he stepped from behind her and in between her and the men. "Pardon me." He spoke as he leaned his torso forward, curving his neck and head towards viewing all of the strangers within this confrontation. "Is there a problem?" His voice was strange, it had an orcish cadence to it, yet with a calm demeanor, and a voice that seemed to flicker gently with certain syllables like the cracking of a burning flame. His sword dropped from his shoulder and to the dirt path next to him, the blade was almost as big as the creature wielding it, big enough to be taller then any of the mammals present. [/indent]

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Mag Lev]