The Bone Wastes

[Solarfoxtroter]

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Lord Yawgmoth

niirak stared at the titan and realized how stong and powerful he was, then in more dark whispers he kept saying "change....power......strength......form"
then while he was chanting he began to change, be became larger and most of the flesh and all the black hair disappeared and made a skeleton with only bits of flesh on it, now he was 3x his origional height " immortal destroyer form......' the voices were deeper and he let out a roar that created a dust storm from the ground and every bone and item on the ground moved rapidly from the incredable force,

all he is doing now is waiting for the titan to make the wrong move and attack, this is a stratagey that he uses on all his opponents, but as he is fighting he can read their fighting style and during round two he knows how to avoid attacks, but there are some who are more unpedictable than he thinks.
still he hasnt forgotten about the girl behind him so he has to keep his guard up on her as well
(by the way the point of this is that he cant really be loose on his own, he needs to be tamed, and the only way of doing that is beating him in battle, you will know he is tamed when he reverts to his small velociraptor sized form and breaths a black flame in the air. he will follow you from that point, plus once he is tamed he can speak normaly, but still in dark whispers, sorry if this is long XD)  

[Lord Yawgmoth]

"Another big lizard...Aliator was right. They are annoying.." he said quietly to himself observing. He was indifferent about dragons, he knew Ali hated them with a fiery passion but Yawgmoth didn't think much of them. All races were inferior to him, so he kind of lumped them all together in the same category. A few choice species were lower on his list, humans since they were like a disease, and elves with their snotty stuck up noses and pointy ears thinking themselves so much better and prettier.

He folded his arms over his chest as was typical for the beginning of any fight for him. The shadow under him expanded to a circular dark disk about ten feet in diameter. From the edges of the blackened circle sprouted tendrils, long dark tentacle shaped arms with pointy ends that wiggled about as if they had a mind of their own. They moved together to block the flying debris and spread out when they were done.

This would be the creature's only hint to what his darkness did. Every piece of debris and bone that touched one of the tendrils dissolved like it had been dumped in a vat of acid. Yawgmoth's darkness was corrosive and broke down the atomic bonds that held things together. Imploding rather than exploding. "We don't think you want to do this lizard. Run along or we'll hang your head like a trophy over our fireplace when we're done." he called. "And you girl, we don't know what you're doing here either, but you don't belong out here. Leave or we'll mount your head as well." he shouted to the other among the living in this dead place.