The trail of scorched earth followed fearsome dragonforce in their path as they made conquest through the Eastern Kingdoms. Dark wings would cover up the skies, minions of the Black Dragonflight leaving nothing but ashes of destruction and misery behind them. No mercy, no remorse, nothing could've halted the masterplan of the Aspect of Death itself.<br/>But as it is known, evil plans have rather short duration and those who stand up for justice, honor and freedom often have advantage over those with forlorn ideas. It is difficult to answer why. Probably Azeroth truely deserves better villains.<br/><br/>'Drak' was one of those that have become disillusioned with the basic principles of his Existence . Was truly the World domination a feat he wanted to achieve? He lost his faith to the cause. He wanted to cherish the moment, be part of something, live for joy and simple things in life, no longer carrying burning hatred inside his soul.<br/><br/>Passing the Westfall Lighthouse, tall draconian creature emerged from the sea. On his way to Westfall, where he was finally going to meet up with infamous Madam Clitfiddler, he had to figure out how to bring his rather hard to conceal body through the lands of pesky humans that would without a question like his head on wall of their dining room or his scales of their chainmail. Hah! And they thought dragons can't swim.<br/><br/>As he made his journey to seek this beloved lady he had heard so much about, sharp sunshine has fallen down upon his ebony scales, only to absorb them, pleasant feeling running down his spine as he strolled through this very boring land. Unfortunately, his presence attracted unwanted company on his way. He sighed deeply once a few gentlemen wearing red bandanas tried to enforce their rules upon him. He had given them a single tear of sadness, frowning upon injustice these men and women had to go through. After devouring their mortal bodies once they showed him they do not want to chi-chat with friendly drakonid, Aldrick continued on look for the Darkmoon Debauchery.<br/><br/>Attired only in decorative garb coloured royal violet, composed of silk belt and loincloth to cover his private parts, his massive glaive wielding draconian appeared before the mechano-walkers caravan, his fiery eyes looking at his final destination with flames of joy inside his pupils.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>