Description

In the Black Suaran Canyons dwelled a creature of legend; a Vesper long thought forgotten who had carried many a captain in the great Suaran War. Stories passed down described the bat as a flying inferno, a creature capable of igniting its enemies with great prejudice and intensity. No mount or steed could match its great power; its intense speed and wit. At the hand of the Suaran Captain, no battalion was safe, no legion formidable enough. Alas, once the great war ended so did the valors of the creature and its whereabouts. Some say the creature remained faithful to the Suarans, waiting for when it would be called into battle once more. Time moved on, and alongside the great suaran race perished. The vesper, a myth.



However, some believe the vesper lies in wait for its true rider. One who can wield its strength in battle like no other; one who is truly worthy.