A familiar pair I've never met before.

It was an odd thing to think that, when the two figures came into focus in the darkness, they were familiar and completely unfamiliar at the same time. You recognized the pair, even though you had never met them before now. The knowledge was simply there, in your mind, as soon as you set your eyes upon them. You knew them, even if you didn't know why or how.

You knew the small, cloaked figure to be called Uldar. The creature known as Uldar was mysterious and unknowable, nothing at all revealed beyond the shapeless figure beneath the billowing cloak . Not even a gender could be told, truly, as the voice that issued forth from the darkness of the hood was almost always a whisper, even when it was somehow loud.

The figure next to Uldar, however, was a different matter. Encased in blackness from head to toe, plate armor made of a black steel that shone like obsidian and was etched with daemonic visages and eldritch symbols throughout its surface, the figure next to Uldar was imposing and powerful. He stood nearly two feet taller than you in your current form, making him a little over eight feet tall, and his breadth seemed like it would encompass your own thrice over. Power seemed to radiate from him to all your senses, magical and physical strength seeming to seethe in him with every breath he took. He was the image of power and darkness made flesh. Or you assumed there was flesh beneath the steel, but all you could truly see was that armor and a single strip of darkness in his helmet's faceplate where burning red eyes shone with malevolent light.

You regarded the armored figure whom you knew to be the Dark One. The overlord that ruled these lands and whose power had led to your creation. You could sense it, that power that burned within him and within yourself. So very similar, that sense, but it was a diminished one in yourself. It was less than his own, the sense of strength, but that only made you realize this being deserves respect and your mind wanted to label the being as master, But why do you need a master you give the being a defiant look.

" The will in your eyes is good but know who you serve and kneel." the Dark Lord states it gives you a chill through your bones, should you obey The Dark Lord or not?