TLOD A Real Warlord

  When Justone finally entered the building, he was a bit surprised to be met by so many happy faces and 'welcome' greetings. He followed the banners along the walls until he entered a darker part of the building that had a demonic aura to it. Suddenly, a loud shouting voice echoed through the halls.

  "Get out of here you worthless soul!" The voice screamed, and a pale gray dragoness came charging out of a room, tears in her eyes. She ran right past Justone as if he wasn't even there and kept on going. He cautiously entered the room she came out of. And there, standing in the center of the room was a very thin black dragon with toxic green markings. His spine was exposed and many sharp spikes trailed along it, leading down to a three bladed tail tip. His wings too were entirely bone, with a frail-looking membrane stretched between them, and tattered horribly. Upon his head was his actual skull... Two small horns formed a devil's arc atop his head, and two long white tusks curved around his face. He turned and stared at Justone, his eyes mere slits of glowing green energy in his lifeless eye sockets. "What the hell do you want?!" He spat. "Come here to become a Warlord like all the rest? Well unless you can suck up your pride and do as I say you will NEVER reach that goal! There's a reason why I only have one loyal recruit, he's the only one with the gall to stomach my training! So unless you can live up to that, get the hell out of my sight!" He roared, leaving Justone to contemplate his next move.