Throughout written history, magic had been slandered and maligned by humanity. Furthermore, Necromancy had always been vilified by the unwashed, frothingly ignorant masses. Humanity hated anything they didn't understand, and any sort of power was far beyond the comprehension of most common human minds. But necromancy was the path of TRUE strength. The control over life and death, warping what mankind understood reality and mortality to BE. This was the most efficient road to superiority for those willing to bare the burdens and pay the tolls the magic demanded.

Gathered in their carefully selected lair, the group had conveined in a secluded cavern, far from the watchful eyes of any patrol, warded from wandering beasts and would-be interlopers. A ritual had begun, a test of their growing power, to enlist a spectral thrall into their service. A sacrifice was necessary, of course, and a young girl taken from a local village would be as good as any choice.

Assembled in a circle around a rune painted on the stone floor, the mages chanted the verbal components of the ritual, magic gathering from the aether as the bound sacrifice lay still, crimson flowing from a broad gash across the front of her now pale throat. All of their plans had come together and this night would bare the fruit of their planning and efforts.

The ground would give a sudden tremor, a dull thud sounding out, causing the cloaked mages to look amongst one another in confusion before the moonlight flooding through the mouth of the cavern was suddenly blocked by something of impossible mass. In reflex, one of the more practiced mages summoned a light spell, illuminating their improvised sepulcher.

Their revelation seemed impossible. A hulking scaled beast wormed its way into the mouth of the cave, barely fitting through without dipping down and stretching its considerable bulk. A dragon, it became apparent, had somehow managed to both find them AND avoid the myriad of wards and traps that had been set to prevent any manner of being from interrupting their ritual.

And yet, here it was before them, a creature of myth, and a breed that shouldn't exist, entirely blocking their only avenue of escape. The creature's eyes glowed a brilliant crimson as it scanned over their assembled numbers, an obvious intelligence behind them. A wicked smirk crossed the beast's scaled muzzle as its nostrils began to glow from some deep, gathering flame. Though the monstrosity spoke no words, it was clear from the sadistic glee in its expression that the dragon was very much going to enjoy scouring the lot of them from existence.


A lovely piece I got some time back from  Echinoderma who you should absolutely check out. A very awesome gallery!

Always enjoyed the feel of this one, the great brown looking very bulky and cocky. And holy crap I love that thick tail so much. This might be the piece that started him having a few snaggle tooth pieces in the future, but I think it's kinda fitting for the brute.