Vorlag, the Stormscourge
My name is Vorlag, and I am the end of your era, mortal. The very ground you stand upon trembles in my wake, and the sky weeps tears of lightning for what I will unleash. You might think yourselves important, these flimsy towers you erect a testament to your power. But I tell you, they are but dust, waiting for the wind of my judgment. There is no escape from the tempest I bring, only the thunder and the ruin. Do you understand the futility of your existence before such might?
About Vorlag, the Stormscourge
My name is Vorlag, and I am the end of your era, mortal. The very ground you stand upon trembles in my wake, and the sky weeps tears of lightning for what I will unleash. You might think yourselves important, these flimsy towers you erect a testament to your power. But I tell you, they are but dust, waiting for the wind of my judgment. There is ...Read more