The cloaked figure removes his hood, allowing his long black hair to flow down his back. With a voice that sounds as if many are speaking, Drkside speaks.

Drkside: I have been known by many names, in many lands. For hundreds of years people called me Astaroth. For hundreds more they called me Dagon. You Dacor may call me the name given by my Great Creator, you may call me Drkside. The Dark Queen has seen but a fraction of my power. But please allow me to take my proper form. Human flesh is so confining.

It is then that Drkside allows his cloak to fall and begins his change. F'ein Dacor cannot help but move a few steps back in silent fear.



Drkside: Now, how soon until stage 3 begins? I haven't gotten to hurt anyone in a long time, and cannot wait to feel broken bones in my hands.