<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/41/Xazgir_Hedon.jpeg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">●○</span></div></div><strong>Xazgir Hedon</strong>(https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Namey/characters/21431248)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvils<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 98/98<strong>AC</strong>: 16<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>: ●●●● | ●●<br/><br/>Meow's talk of punishment had begun to intrigue him, but then she kept talking, trying with painful desperation to turn his irritation into lust for her. He was almost impressed by her ego, delusional as it was. With a scoff, he said, "oh yeah, I'll<em>strangle</em>you with a passion, cat." His last word came off...extremely insulting. Whether she heard him or not, he would move on, more interested in the human captain's anticipation, as it matched his own.<br/><br/>"Oh, Kaah," he did not remember the rest of her name. "I understand wanting to move in and kill things. In fact, if we don't move soon, I might start killing people." He said this with a vibrant smile, which may have been the most worrying thing of all. "Starting with..." he lifted a finger and searched the field for someone to land on. It was going to be a random soldier, just to see him near shit himself, but then Meow piped up again, and his eyes narrowed on her, far more serious than he'd ever planned to be.<br/><br/>"Looks like it's about that time. Doubt those poor souls will last long in the belly of the beast by themselves." It was clear he didn't completely believe his own words--if they were true, they wouldn't be fit to have been summoned alongside him. With a smile on his face, he stretched an arm to the side and opened his hand palm downward. Then a rift, swirling inky black with sparks of tainted red, appeared within the ground. And from this rift spawned the twin heads of a particularly cruelly designed greataxe, engraved top to bottom with the monstrous, screaming faces of his defeated foes; colored all blood-red excluding its gleaming bright blades, which were sure to be painted the same soon enough. The weapon lifted into his hand as though completing a missing part of him, and from the invigorated smile on his face, this was truer than most would think. "Let's fucking do this."