I had it all, money, a girlfriend, and a sweet hot rod. Yet on one random day, a dragon flew over our volcano and it started to get all active. Through and through, my life was turned upside down and I now have to fight for a living. Of course I would invent things to either kill easier, or get money to get gear to be able to kill easier. I decided to invent something so awesome and clearly never tried before, so I can get rich and never have to worry about burning or blowing up things to make a living. Don't think I'll stop burning things or blowing things up, that'll be a hobby after I get rich.

Warlocks use souls for just about everything: killing, healing, and summoning powerful monstrosities comes to mind. Where do these warlocks get these souls? From the victims of their power on the field of battle, but what if one of them needed more than just a few souls? They normally attack weak towns and I do not disagree with that method. I am not a Warlock, I serve one, unwillingly. I hate him, if I could, I'd rip him up right now, but since I cannot kill the warlock, I will take my anger and use it on others. What am I? I am a Wrathgaurd.

Gravity, it effects us all. What is life without gravity? Most say it would be horrible, but how would they know, they never felt it's harsh, unforgiving powers. I must destroy it, whatever the cost.

Another mission gone wrong, what else is new. Its not like I got anything to look forward to, because they just want me dead. Thief, pickpocket, trespasser, assassin. I am these things, I cannot deny that fact, but they do not see beyond the methods. They will not look deeper. Watching them, what ever those things are, it is clear they are rather trusting. Maybe, just maybe its time to make a move.

Canceled due the fact that if I were to continue this I would have to go through extensive rewrite.