[center][h2]Keregar[/h2][sub]Warlord of Kereg-Kor
Interacting with: His own sons and followers.[/sub][/center]

The journey from Kereg-Kor to the Capital of Drakka was a long and dangerous one. The land of Drakka was meant for many beings. The hostile fauna and flora waited for any chance to tear something up. Even a Drakkan. Sometimes, they didn’t even wait and just charged headlong into a caravan. This had happened to Keregar, but unfortunately for the beast, he ran straight towards Drakka’s fiercest hunters. Soon it was chained to the ground, with a smiling Keregar over him. It whimpered and hissed, but the warlord looming over it did not show fear. Instead of the sweet release in Krenta’s arms, Keregar decided that it was big enough and put in the large, iron cage on the caravan. A gift he called it all along the way. Though none of his three sons, his three youngest, accompanying him knew for who. When the group approached the great gates, the beast began to trash and growl. Agitated by the various smells, many loud voices, and the large looming shadow. It had trashed before, but now it had a certain desperation to it. Keregar stopped right before the gates, prompting everyone else to stop as well. Slowly he turned his gaze back to the cage. He could feel the beasts rage and he would not have it.

He turned around, completely disregarding the Drakkan guard at the gates, as he marched up towards the beast. He took one of his son’s large warhammer. A massive clump of unadorned metal that only a Drakkan of respectable size could swing. But as Keregar approached the cage, he lifted it over his head with no problem. The animal inside kept hissing and growling. Now directed at Keregar, challenging his captor. A mistake. Violently Keregar slammed the hammer against the iron, again and again. The metal clangor echoed through the air as Keregar let out a bestial roar, louder than the animal could ever produce. Its defiance was broken as it crawled to the back of the cage. Becoming a heap of frightened, whimpering fur. With his rage released, Keregar returned the hammer to his son. Leaving the battered, bent but not broken cage behind him.

[b]“Lord Keregar of Kereg-Kor.”[/b] He simply stated to a wide-eyed gate guard. Who, when he recovered, ushered the others to let the whole caravan through. Once inside on the gate’s plaza, Keregar observed the streets, the houses and the palace in the distance. The city stank of excrement coming out of all three holes. He always hated the Capital. All the roads before him were packed with Drakkan and other beings. Some selling their trinkets in the shadow of ever larger houses, hiding from the hard sun overhead. The only reason he would ever come to such a cesspool of degeneracy was for a bride. Too many younger Drakkan roamed the streets, some with Gem’s in tow. It disgusted him. The people here had grown complacent. They lived between walls and fought each other. As if there was any glory in the weak fighting the weaker. None of the horned ones here would survive the wilderness Kereg-Kor edged.

He turned away from the disgusting image and faced his sons. [b]“You know where my estate is. Near the palace. Go there and unpack the wagons. For you, this is the first time you will roam these filthy streets and see our future if we are not careful. Make sure that this place does not swallow you.”[/b] He stated with a grim voice. His sons dutifully bowed and went on their way. Leading most the caravans through the streets. Having inherited their height from their father, they yelled and pushed everyone who would not move aside. As they drilled through the busy streets, Keregar could not help but smile. With a bit of luck, a fool would drop under the carts and break his legs.

But he still had one more matter to attend to. He turned to his friends. They were older than his sons and servants. Each and every one of them earned their tattoos and trophies. They were in charge of the battered cage with the frightened animal. That was currently adding to the already horrible smell of the city. [b]“Bring that beast to the palace. Tell them that it is a gift of Kereg-Kor to Prince Gaelnesh.”[/b] With a curd nod, they too went on their wave. A whip cracked over the heads of the pedestrians. Ushering them to make room.

The Warlord now stood alone at the entrance of a foul hell. How could a place that was not a battlefield smell so rotten? Alas, he did not care. The journey had been long and hard. So now he required a stiff, very stiff drink. With his blades on his back, he began to push himself through the streets as well. Completely disregarding the man stands for jewels and dresses.

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Keregar arrives at the gate of the Capital. Batters a cage cause the animal inside didn't behave. Send his sons to unpack at his estate. His followers are also plowing through the streets with a caged gift for the Crown Prince. He himself went to find a true drink.
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