It was the bright sun that caught my eye and woke me from my slumber. A slumber that I took in the lost caverns of the endless Oblivian Mountains. We were in mid hunt for the accursed Dahlekar. The plagued alchemist that nearly destroyed the population of my homeland. I didn't expect to wake up in sunlight. What happened? Where am I? I raise the upper half of my body off the ground with the assistance of my lower half, the legless snake half. The first thing that I see is a beatiful village about me that is highly unfamiliar to me. The next thing I notice is that the others are missing. This suddenly sets me on edge. Even Drakona is gone and she is what matters most to me.
I am Covallok Venat, sole survivor of the Yuan Ti Clan of Sudonia. My clan had undergone a mysterious destruction that no one could explain. Almost like the core of the village exploded outward. At least those were the rumors. I have almost no recollection of my past before I met RenDe and Syrus. My body consists of mostly blue scales. From my neck, over my chest, passed my underbelly, and to the tip of my tail is a darker blue than what most of me consists of. My back, from the tip of my tail, to the top of my head, has a yellow stripe that is very distinctive on me. I have the head of a cobra, so that is what usually sets me aside from the rest of the Yuan Ti species. Strapped to my back is my trusty Zweihander, a massive blade that has helped me through more predicaments than I could count. To my side is where I keep the Wolf Claw a godly sword that was entrusted to only one soul. The very soul that resides within me. This blade holds too much power for its own good. I rarely use it because of that. Only when it's direly needed would it come out of its sheath.
"What is the meaning of this?! Where are we?!" I call out to myself with my panicked tone. Only me and my friend know why I refer to myself as we.
That is something that not even I could explain, Covallok. The arcitecture of the buildings around us is deffinately something else. Deffinately not of Sudonia. It seems we may have stumbled into a different world of sorts. The internal voice of the soul within me speaks out to me. His explaination does seem a bit logical, but why us?
"Perhaps, Slash. Maybe it would be best to ask around." I reply to him. The only question is who can I ask questions to without scaring them off? I am a thirty foot Yuan Ti afterall.