It would take a fool to invoke the wrath of Dregoth.
	But even Dregoth was foolish to attack Hamanu.
	Forward he strode, nothing could impede him.
	From the shadows, he emerged.
	The foul magicks of the Pristine Tower twist bodies into hideous shades of their former selves.
	As the last rays of the sun did fade and the creatures of the night were released, his courage and hope did not.
	A twisted piece
	They said Kalak was dead.
	Beware the door upon which you knock, those within may not appreciate disturbance.
	The glory of combat was soon to be his.
	Trinth, she is not one to be trifled with.
	He mustered his strength, for none could tell what lurked in the depths.
	Arcane energies are his to toy with.
	His body was small, but his heart was strong and without fear he advanced.