Like those who have come before him from the north he is truely driven,
believing that only in duty will he find peace. Taught as those before him,
Orhzul knows that evil will not defeat itself, it must be driven from the
lands. Having been trained in the finer arts of combat by his father, he
set out to claim glory of his own. The glory of battle for all that is Good
and True. Like those who came before him, his drive is enough to make him
take unheeded risks, all at the lightest of incentives. Death will be his
only rest, duty his only mantle. The ancient armor he wears is a gift from
his father, believing that soon a true warrior will be born again and will
bring glory back to his fallen family. The armor itself pre-dates any
written history known to Orhzul though it was said by his father that the
first avian known wore this armor to his death, fighting in the War of the
Winds.
Description:
A dirty avian is here, his beak broken and his talons crooked. His feathers are quite colorful, ranging from bright yellows to deep reds and violets. They are unkempt, however, and give him a wild appearance. He is broad shouldered and seemingly well muscled. Seething white energy radiates around his body, a torrent of light. Upon the surface of this white shell about his body, fire dances and flickers about with madness. No matter how large the flames, however, there seems to be no extra heat radiating from his avian form.
