Once the ruler of Dragonmaw Keep, cast down by his lesser in a bid of betrayal. His wings clipped, and his pride shattered, Sovram has spent decades writhing in the swamps far below his cloudtop fortress of old. For all that time, his hatred has stewed, coalescing with the putrid place he now called home. Yet this had become the home of his descendents, the Darkscales who so eagerly revered him. They are all glad to give their lives for him to exact his vengeance upon Azmordion, his betrayer, and see their ancestor’s rightful place upon the perch of Dragonmaw.
