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La'kaan is about to step inside the ruins, to bask in Kalok Shash glory when the lizard talks again.

"Ah yes the flame calls you and many have different names for the great One!" the little sentient lizard says nasally, its voice creaks and cracks with its high pitched voice.

"Will you be a suitable guardian or will you take justice out with the scions and harbinger?" it asks while it turns it head from side to side as if looking for others.

He turns, slightly irritated at being kept waiting, and simply states, "I know not what the Flame needs but I will serve her." He puts his axe on the ground and leans on it as he explains, "In times past, my mandate was to strike down fiends that wanted to leave the Wastes. She wanted us to keep the demon taint from spreading..." His heart skips a beat at the thought of him spreading the demon poison.

The barbarian takes a deep breath and in a deep voice says, "Enough talk. I must pray and cleanse at Kalok Shash. Only then will I know what needs to be done."

La'kaan swats another fat fly from his neck, another bloody stain on his body but the barbarian is past caring. He smells the air and knows that soon another downpour will wash his body clean. If only his soul could be cleansed so easily. He sighs.

It had been close to a week of relentless travel through the jungle but now it all made sense. He was here and his heart confirmed it. He breathes deeply; the previously strange smells now much less menacing to a barbarian from the barren wastes. He had underestimated the dangers of this place. Whereas his homeland was deadly because it was difficult to find food and water to survive, this place had that aplenty. But it also had dangerous predators that he soon became acquainted with. He palms his greataxe, intimately acquainted.

The Demon Wastes, where he was born and grew up, was also dangerous for the fiends that inhabit it. La'kaan had been part of the Ghaash'kala clans until disaster struck. He was the only one that walked away from the area of the attack. Well over twenty brothers and sisters had lost their lives that day. Even today, La'kaan still doesn't know how he survived. But he is far from unscathed. From that day on, he bears the taint in his blood. The same curse that takes over when he loses himself in battle. The same poison that changes his body in different ways. He's been told that he sometimes grows horns, whereas other times sharp claws protrude from his fingers or his eyes turn milky white. Thankfully, La'kaan doesn't remember any of it.

But now that gnawing in his heart, that yearning is about to be fulfilled. Even from this distance, he can see Kalok Shash burning brightly. Moreover, he feels it and his heart rejoices.

A small little shocker lizard greets you, "Greetings, how'd you get here?" he asks humbly.

Slightly surprised, the barbarian quickly recovers. He smiles and points to the center of the ruins, to the sacred font, "There. Kalok Shash called me."

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GM Wolf,

Please consider La'kaan for inclusion in your game.

His crunch is in the alias and his fluff is forthcoming.

Let me know if you need further information at this time.

Thanks for your time,

Fabian