Rain beat down on the plains. In front were the dark outlines of fairly close mountains... At least, when a lightning bolt struck. Each bolt though was unusual, the air was practically cackling with each strike and even remaining so afterwards. Each powerful strike was hitting close to a single figure. The figure's wings extended, revealing itself to be a dragon... To the army in front of it. Already because of the intense storm, this army appeared dark but, they absorbed the light from around them... Nearly impossible to see even with the lightning. Though this did not faze the lone dragon standing in front of this army... of darkness, of evil. This army that he had come here to destroy, come here to put an end to their reign of terror in this nation. He was a Paladin of the Storm. He was Terlix Daniman... A single paw lifted as time seemed to freeze... Though what froze was the rain, the wind, and the lightning. All just stopped, leaving the dark clouds above rolling to let go of their fury... His fist closed.
The next morning in the blood soaked mud stood Terlix. Cleaning his bloody swords from the battle.

This amazing piece was done by  Skippy! I love how it turned out... And introducing Paladin Terlix! He is uh, shall we say techinally the defacto Terlix and the one I use the most.