Curse of Svanir

Hey folks,
Hope everyone is doing well! This is a new look I came up with a while back and never got around to posting it here. But here it is and I hope you like it

Also bonus there is a little story that goes with it. Yay *throws confetti*

Whelp enjoy!
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I can hear its voice within me. It plagues me every day, hindering my every action, and Clouding my every thought. I once thought that this power was a gift. That I could use this power to make my legend known throughout all of the Shiverpeaks, throughout all of Tyria. Only now do I see the folly of my actions. Only now, after I had destroyed my home and spilt the blood innocents, do I see that this power is not a gift, but a curse.

I no longer have a home. No longer do I have allies that can help me through this trial, and the spirits have gone silent and do not answer my calls for aid or guidance. Only its voice, the voice of the dragon, haunts me in every waking moment, and dream that I have dreamt. It whispers that it is proud of me. It tells me that I have a new home, and new allies that I can call upon. It makes promise of more power than I can imagine if I just give in.

The whispers are tempting and get harder to ignore with each passing day….But it is not over yet. My legend may be drawing to a close but spirits Blight me if they think I will let the dragon to continue to hold sway over me any longer. I hope the dragon is listening. I hope that it can feel my presence as I use it’s power that it gave me against him. I hope he can read my thoughts as I plan a painful end to his reign of terror, I hope he can hear the screams of his most devoted as I send them to the mists.

Mark my words, the dragon Jormag has cursed me, but now I will become a curse to him!
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Final Words of the Former Raven Havroun, Dharuk Bolandi, before he traveled into the Far Shiverpeaks.