Akra's Journal

(09/06/09) A passage from The Book of Akra.....

...So it was that the darkest of nights had fallen on Torlind. The undead horde had breached Drakkin territory and battle was met. Brave and noble warriors fell to the seemingly endless surge of nightmareish fiends who’s sole purpose was to kill all the Drakkin people.

When all hope seemed lost, there was one who stood alone to cut off the evil serpent’s head, the holy avenger Akra the Wise. He, and his small band of disciples, stormed the battlements of the mad elf king. He tore through the king’s ranks of minions like an avenging angel of light. Divine power flowed through is voice and deafened the ears of the corrupt elves seeking his death. With no thought for his own safety he single handedly vanquished the king and cleansed Torlind of the Dawn Elves forever.

The divine blast from his final, fatal blow burst forth across the land, decimating the undead where they stood. Akra’s might had at last put their souls finally at peace and able to rest. All Drakkin celebrated Akra’s amazing victory and sung songs in his honor. But instead of coming home a hero among his people, Akra made the long, hard pilgrimage to see that his friends safely returned home. Fellowship above his personal comfort was a hallmark of Akra’s greatness and his honor blankets all Drakkin everywhere. Praise be to Akra and his blessing upon us all…..

(10/06/09) Another passage from The Book of Akra.....

....And so it came to pass that Akra, having wandering the foreign lands for many years, came across the town of Aghrim. It’s people had lost their beauty and zest for life. In seeing this, Akra begin a month long hunger strike to speak out against the city’s government in a non-violent protest. But when the city came under attack by evil outsiders bent on conquest Akra was forced to act. He and his apostles broke the enemy without a single blow. Holy energy exuded from his body, making him glow in divine power, and washed over the entire city. Akra’s blessing forced the attackers back from whence they came and freed the citizens of Aghrim from their oppression. The streets were once again filled with color and merryment. The name of Akra, the Drakkin of Light, rose from the masses and filled the air for all to hear. Akra showed the people that might of arms is not the only path to victory and from that point on Akra’a blessing maintains peace amongst all who dwell there. Blessings be to Akra and all who serve in his name…

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