Errebos

Errebos appeared one stormy night at the lair of Korialstraz, a young crimson Imperial with a clan of only four other dragons. Just one look at the other Imperial, covered in blood, smiling in the dim firelight filled Korial with unease. He knew of this one, the dragon that was rumored to have been created from pure evil, of missing hatchlings, and uncontrollable bloodlust.

Although his closest companion, Drizzt, begged him to turn Errebos away, the Beastclans were drawing ever closer, growing bolder as they realized just how weak his defenses were. Korial sighed, feeling he had no choice but to invite Errebos into his clan. Hopefully all the rumors were just that. Just rumors. And if they were not, he prayed to the Lightweaver that he would have the strength to take the other warrior down.

Whispers and suspicion surround the Imperial Errebos. Loyal and caring to his friends, his love of battle, killing, and torture tend to make even those of his own clan uneasy.








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Roleplay

It had been a good day, Errebos decided. The small clan he'd been hired to destroy had been taken completely by surprise and had gone down quickly. None were spared of course, every last dragon, whelp, and egg put to the claw or sword, just as the contract dictated. The large obsidian Imperial had no idea why anyone would want an entire clan murdered, nor did he particularly care. The large amounts of treasure and gems being sent to his den was what was important. That and getting home to a big meal and a nice hot soak in his hot spring.

It might have been a slight movement or a whisper of sound, but suddenly Errebos knew he wasn't alone in the cursed woods that bordered the lands of the shadow and plague. The large scarred dragon crouched low to the ground and with a sinuous grace that belied his size, he crept closer to the source of the disturbance.

To Errebos' surprise, he saw five dragons of different species just standing in a clearing. This wasn't the sort of place dragons went to go for clan picnics and family fun. No, any dragon here had to be more dangerous then the terrors that lurked in these woods, which meant they were dangerous indeed. After some consideration, he decided to show himself. At best, this could provide him with some valuable insight or a lucrative job. At worst, well, a danger known was better than one unknown and Errebos hadn't lived as long as he had by being careless.

"Hello! Hello!", he called out in a friendly manner as he pushed his way through the dead foliage. "I didn't expect to see anyone out here so late in the day!"

Errbos listened and watched as the black Tundra gave introductions, taking in the skulls, bloodied bandages, and everything else he could. Knowledge was power.

"My name is Errebos", the Imperial said while idly wondering if the clan he had disposed of was in fact Mirfak's. "I was flying back from Dragonhome after visiting a dear friend and had to land for a rest. Do you know of a safe place to grab a bite to eat?"