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[h3][color=834df1]Phardax the Ebon[/color][/h3][/center][/color]
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The flames danced among the foliage, illuminating the monsters and misfits that had survived the slaughter of their previous master's holdings. Strange, as Phardax wouldn't have considered any of them worthy of survival, but they had their definite strengths. The brutality of Krieg and the cunning Darc Matter were useful in their capacity, not to mention the ability of Baganaria to lure in certain lost souls. Was the Kobold Zaz'ak? He had forgotten all about that one. Perhaps he had underestimated him the most out of the whole lot. Phardax grinned, and as he did so his eyes. 

The light of the flames, as if coming to life with his malevolent ire leapt up as fire often did by a gust of wind or catching itself upon the driest timber among the lot. It finally revealed the dark one standing behind them all. Phardax had always been a conniving one. Perhaps not as strong as the brute or as alluring as the succubi, but he was handsome and dangerous, with a smile that pierced hearts and a penchant for dark sorcery. The screams from his victims and the groans of desire from those he spared had been notable amongst their former troupe. 

Now it was time to make a new one, a dark alliance of these misfits. 

"[color=834df1]Interesting[/color]." the Drow remarked, his voice heavy with promise. "[color=834df1]I had thought you scoundrels would have fallen in amongst yourselves to claim top billing, but it seems you wish to work together. I suppose I'll throw my hat into the ring as well, then. Perhaps with the right cohesion, we could truly drive a stake deep into the very heart of this land.[/color]" 

He held up a hand and tossed a strange powder into the fire, causing it to flare to life like the roar of a dragon. It illuminated his wicked smile, turning his striking visage into one of a devil from the nine hells.