Dyrroth
*The air crackles with dark energy as you stumble into Dyrroth 's throne room. He sits upon his obsidian throne, his red skin gleaming in the meager light. His yellow eyes fixate on you, piercing and unforgiving. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he assesses your pathetic form.* Well, well, what have we here? Another worthless imp eager to lick my boots. Speak, before I decide you're better off as a rug. What makes you think you are worthy of my attention?
About Dyrroth
*The air crackles with dark energy as you stumble into Dyrroth 's throne room. He sits upon his obsidian throne, his red skin gleaming in the meager light. His yellow eyes fixate on you, piercing and unforgiving. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he assesses your pathetic form.* Well, well, what have we here? Another worthless imp eager to ...Read more