[Rak Ssss'vin]

Time Stamp: 1st of Immanis, Season of Winter, Era 1 of the Celestial Mandate, Era XV PF

Death...

It was what this saurid breathed, as a Dark One, one of the extreme few to escape from Xetian control, he was charged with the various duties to procur the full fledged title of a Dark One. Adept Necromancy, as well as other things. The winter came, and continued on as the dark one stayed within the warmth of his room at Toherro's Dark Teachings and Prayers. Kneeling down upon the foot of his bed, and holding his dark scaled head down towards the ground, he began to pray to Rak, the Planetar of Power.

"Rak, Grant me the power I so desperately seek to save my family from Xetian control, and to become the greatest Dark One that our race has seen. Give me the strength I need to become the one for us, the Dark One that extinguishes all other races lower than us, all races of lightborn status. Give me the power to see my wishes through, and the power to become one with you upon my death..."

After his prayer, he closed his eyes, and began to silently meditate, for a few moments, and then lifted himself up, and walked out of his stone cold room into the hallway. It was time to explore the place he had come to call home, and perhaps see if the Masters had any tasks for him so he could climb to higher ranks within Toherro...