Drawn by  RhinoKing

The second adventurer to be turned into a dragonspawn by the necromancer Necron was Eiseng, or as he was known before his soul was ripped out and infused into a white dragons egg, Cormong the Primal. Known as The White Terror to the beings that he was tasked with subduing or purging from his masters sight, Eiseng was ruthless and bordering on what most would consider cruel. In many ways he was just so as he seemed to delight in causing pain to those who faced him. Armed with a wicked spear and utilizing his icey breath he would usually freeze his targets only to shatter them as he drove his spear into their frozen carcasses. The red of their blood, would sprinkle out like tiny rubies into the frigid ice he left behind.

In his previous life before his fateful encounter with Necron, Cormong roamed the tundra of his homeland. Considered a mighty hero to his people and invoking the powers of nature he fought off many giants and large beasts. Sometimes both at the same time. His druidic wisdom led his tribe to bountiful hunting grounds and abundant fishing holes. He worked hand in hand with his tribe's chieftain who he looked up to as a father figure. He had been found as an orphan by the chieftain in a snowbank clinging to life despite having been abandoned. He grew up strong and hearty and was said to be able to eat an entire mammoth in one sitting. He hunted for days on end bringing game back to his tribe. None could best him in feats of strength for he towered over all those who saw him. He could be extremely gentle though if need be and enjoyed the laughter of children. It was truly a sad day for his tribe when he left with a group of friends to fight the Necromancer, never to return as the man he had once been.

When he hatched from the egg his soul had been infused into he was a born hunter. Stalking large rats at first in the vast necropolis, his training soon worked its way up to larger and larger prey. His one time druidic powers manifested not long after he was born and he delighted in causing storms of biting wind and freezing ice. Deadly as a hunter even without a weapon, when he was given the spear he currently wields it just increased his lethality. He would spend most of his time in the frigid climes of the mountains stalking large game like he had done before but now he was instilled with the cold and calculating cruelty of a white dragon. A cruelty that matched the nature of the frigid climates he enjoyed. The only beings he showed any degree of warmth towards was his "sibling" dragonspawn. They alone understood him and his proclivities and they alone garnered his respect.

All of this changed however on that fateful night when he and his brother's were told to destroy a large city by their master. A night they would never forget and a night when everything shifted in their minds and brought old memories flooding back into their consciousness...

To be continued...

**The winged wolf by his side was acquired after that fateful night and the two have become quite a team when working with one another. Mostly I wanted him to have an animal companion since he does have druid powers on top of his barbarian strength**