<strong>Name:</strong>Most Benevolent Tyrant Draken<strong>Passion:</strong>Anger<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>4(5) +3 vs Fire<strong>Skills:</strong>Strength(X) Intimidate(X) Endurance( )<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.( ) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>10(10)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>0(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>The secluded den offered the perfect place to open a Gate unseen and, more importantly, unfollowed. It took a few moments of meditation for Draken to build up the needed power but then the Gate was open and streaming golden sunlight into the shade of the den.<br/><br/>"We're starting somewhere easy, we're going to see The Harvester. Show respect and, whatever you do,<em>don't</em>insult his name or his career... He came by both in ways that would chill the Duke's blood." With that he turned and entered the swirling Gate.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The open clearing on the other side looked like an abattoir, aside from the bright sunlight, blood and body parts were strewn everywhere on the ground. Once your gaze reached the edges of the clearing it was only worse... fields of over-sized and flowing grain, nearly ten feet tall, stretched in every direction, broken only by the occasional path, but they were separated from the clearing by scarecrows of a most gruesome sort. They were made from body parts, rarely from the same body...<br/><br/>Draken motioned the other two to wait and watch the Gate and make sure nobody stumbled through or followed them before it closed. He walked over to where some of the grain had been trampled, ignoring the demonic and 'mortal' bodies, and carefully plucked a single grain from one of the trampled heads of 'wheat'.<br/>There was a gust of wind, a faint and far off moaning noise, and the quiet 'shish' of metal and fabric. When he turned around again there was a dark figure in a hooded robe holding a scythe in gnarled brown hands, a single slitted blue eye glowing within the hood. The figure held out one hand and Draken carefully placed the grain in the palm. "Hello again, old foe. I came to bring warning but it seems I've come too late. I'm sorry for the loss to your crop."