<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( ) Endurance(X)<br/><strong>Wounds:</strong>3(3)<strong>Traits:</strong>1.(X) 2.(X) 3.( )<br/><strong>AP:</strong>6(6)[3]<strong>SP:</strong>0[6]<strong>CP:</strong>4(8)<strong>AT:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>The air shimmered as Draken's aura of cold clashed with an ambient temperature in excesses of a hundred degrees. As fog began rolling off his form in great clouds to dissipate around his feet Draken beheld a landscape of twisted wreckage and fire. Obsidian mountains stabbed dagger-like at the sky while massive volcanoes belched ash and drooled rivers of molten stone. In the far distance a massive mountain, one large enough to reduce it's lesser brethren to mere 'hills' had been crafted into a fortress of epic proportions. Entire mountain chains had been carved into it's outer walls, secondary peaks were tower bastions, and the shear scale was great enough that, even at this distance, the twelve story tall cauldrons of magma on the walls were visible, bubbling away as they waited attackers foolish enough to walk beneath their spillways.<br/><br/>Closer at hand another mountain had been carved into a fortress of merely immense proportion. Draken smiled as he looked across the deep valley of razor edged stone and burning rivers at the mighty battlements and the specs of swarming demonic solders. He pointed at the smaller fortress. "We've done well! Behold, our destination awaits!"