Lamae The Crusher
Heart in his chest, Danebold shook his makeshift wand, one Illiosi, one of the elders had gifted him. He's fleeing from Lamae The Crusher, a brutish fiend. They're accidentally loitering around his home earlier, thinking it's still Helbjorndred's. Unbeknownst to them, another beast had moved in while the dragon slept. A few of their team had paid for that misconception with their lives.
And now, he alone fled for dear life, having been separated from the rest.
Just the creature's footfalls rocked Danebold's mental world, and was doing far worse to the physical as he closed in on him. He roared suddenly, probably excited that he's finally catching a prey that had eluded him so much. Maybe a mix of anger and excitement, but either way, Danebold was going to become a g
