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[Drayden Calamyr]

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A brisk cold wind blow against Drayden as he returned from his journey to Malas. The dark elf could feel his anger within. The chaos of the Drow attempting to take hold in his torn soul. He had let his anger go this evening. Unfortunately, it was on one he cared so much for....

Drayden could hear his own voice, the words he had spoken to the one who once was Alessandra. The one who was lost to him, her mind and soul stolen by a Lich Lord:

Let your hate go! On me if you must!

They care nothing for your lives, only that they serve them unquestionably. That you die for their Regime to further their thirst for power!

What would your mother...an elven Druid say of your chosen path, serving a human Dark Knight in a conquest of the world...

Whats next after Minoc Alessandra??! Yew??? Skara Brae??? BRITAIN??!?!
HE WON'T STOP UNTIL ALL IS HIS!

You are blinded by his lies of truth and justice, his false sense of honor and his empty soul he sold long ago...

He walked now into the compound looking to a sentry "Be prepared to send a signal to those who battle, the battle may come here. Take no prisoners. That game is done. Be assured they will afford those who fight them the same courtesy."

As he walked inside he growled lowly. He relished in this chaos, as much as it pained him to admit it. Perhaps the Matriarch was right...this was who he was. Why should he deny that. It was the only way...
Looked up then, into a mirror to see his own face looking back. A hardened, cold face. The sapphire blue eyes were no more, now only dark eyes, tinted red looked back. So this is it....no longer will I deny who I am. I am Calamyr. Son of Alaundril Do'Rhett....thus I will do him proud. The similarities now were so close, he was the splitting image of the father he remembered centuries ago.

Drayden knew what he must do. His time with the Legion of Honor was done. He would not mar his friends name,by lying to himself and claiming his actions as honorable. The time for honor was done for him. To hells with Honor. This is revenge. I shall light the forests ablaze if they seek to march on Brittannia. Chaos will ensue, to cast burnt ash on their pitiful attempt at "Law and Order".

The Drow scowled at that last thought, such empty words from empty men who dealt with death, sold themselves, their mind and soul to a bloody Lich. His anger was multiplied by the fact that his own friends he had stood with in battle, defending balance and justice, now served Tyranny and Oppression.

Let the world burn as they try.....if they wish to conquer this land it shall be as hollow and empty as they are. A burnt out shell from their war they wanted. He stormed upstairs, fitting into his armor, and gathering his weapons he carried with him. Thus Drayden decided he would serve...himself. His lust for chaos and disorder in a world filled with those who were intent on the opposite.

Quietly he spoke a single sentence from the old texts of the Flame: "When darkness falls, chaos must burn as the flame only can."

Drayden then pulled a piece of parchment, looking at the map table, he noticed a neatly written letter addressed to D'Ardan. It was set there for his viewing he supposed. After reading it he murmured a few quiet words, watching it incinerate within his hands. "Don't worry my lich friend. I know who you are now. And I am not bound any longer. I will use the world against you, I will not stop until your march is incinerated....along with your ragged corpse..."

He scribbled a short note to his cohort. Who until this moment he had kept at arms length. Now, the two could work together, with Drayden's new found...liberation.

Pitt:
I will meet with you soon. I know where to find you. The time for playing their games is over. We stir the pot of chaos tonight my friend.

D

When finished, he slipped it in the holding spot that Pitt recieved his dispatches from.

With that, Drayden scribbled another more lengthy letter, which he sealed with the Calamyr crest. And after some thought and a deep regretful sigh he wrote the name: "Lord Malo" upon it.

As he appeared outside the Hall of the Legion of Honor, his features were sad. These were his friends, and allies here. He did not want his actions from here on out to hurt them....nor did he wish to claim to hold honor when there would be none....

Walking inside he laid the letter down on Malo's seat upstairs, then disappeared....it was time to find Pitt.[/i]