Makan

ZThe wind howled through the old Dwarven ruins as the blizzard raged on outside. Makan stood watch near the exit of the ruins, leaning on his halberd, as the rest of his tribe slept. A flickering light caught his eye coming from deep within the ruins, and he started to walk towards it to figure out where it was coming from. The flickering light suddenly flares up as the source rounds a corner of one of the tunnels, a hulking Balor.

Makan let out a loud roar to awaken his tribemates as he charged the demon, unafraid of the huge horned beast with its fiery whip and lightning blade. He clashed with the demon as the rest of his tribe roused, grabbing their weapons and loosing arrows and spells at the attacker. Demon blood mixed with his own as the battle raged on, tainting Makan’s blood but infusing him with greater powers. On the brink of death after fighting toe to toe with the great demon, Makan lifted his halberd, which was now glowing with radiant fire, and brought it down on the Balor as a last-ditch effort. The radiant powers surged from his weapon, felling the demonic beast as another volley of arrows and spells rained down around them.

The tribe chieftain made his way up to Makan as he rested on a knee in front of the slain demon. “Well done, Dawncaller. From now on, you shall be known as Demonsbane.” Makan glanced up at the chieftain, his once cool blue eyes now a fiery red, causing the chieftain to take a step backwards. Two other goliath warriors ran to the chieftain’s side and then slowly approached Makan after the chieftain whispered something to them. The warriors grabbed Makan under each arm and started to drag him towards the exit of the mountain.

“I’m sorry Makan Demonsbane Egena-Vigano, you have been fouled by demon’s blood. Know that your sacrifice will be remembered, but your presence cannot be allowed anymore, for the safety of the tribe.” The two warriors tossed Makan from the exit, out into the deep, blowing snow before retreating back inside the old Dwarven ruins. Makan lay shivering in the cold snow until the blizzard began to subside and the sun pierced through the grey clouds. He pushed himself up and grabbed his halberd, and began to make his way down the snow packed mountain.