Zhorgrath Bazherak had made it, he had been appointed the new envoy. He didn’t know where he was going yet, but the appointment alone was a great honor and a career leap for him. Who would have thought 5 or 6 years ago that he, the son of a simple warrior, would make it this far? Nobody! Not even himself. Yes, he has magical talent, and he has been devoted to Hashut all his life, but as a new mage-priest … Rhukorr Hrudoth the Runesmith, the guardian of the border between Zharr and the Chaos Wastes, had recognized and encouraged his talent and his devotion to Hashut. After starting out as a commander of small scouting parties and then quickly working his way up to the military arm of the border post, Master Hrudoth had recommended him to the priests in Uzkulak at the Lizard King’s court. There, he was able to gradually rise through the hierarchy. And now, now he could finally reap the fruits of his labor. He had made it.
Then off he went, in a great procession straight to his new destination!
Zagor the Lizard King stood on the parapet of the city wall and watched the entourage with Zhorgrath Bazherak, the new envoy. Next to him stood Brazheran, his army commander and oldest advisor. “Do you think he’ll make it?” Brazheran frowned: “Really fill his new office?” “No, arriving alive is the difficulty!” Zagor remarked, then he turned around and disappeared into the fortress!
Here is Zhorgrath Bazherak:
I have noticed some painting mistakes, I will try to improve them without adding more mistakes!
Btw. I live in Germany!