Bow

You bow taking a knee but looking towards your master without ever bowing your own head. Something in you refuses to completely bow to the darkness your master show but your instincts prevent you from being disloyal to your creator, your tail wrapped around your feet while taking a clawed hand over your heart symbolizing the lizard-folk oath of servitude.

"Yes, that's right, brut. Know your place and respect your betters! Respect those more powerf-!", Uldar cackles but is silenced as the dark lord brings a gauntlet hand down upon Uldar's shoulder (or you assume it is his shoulder beneath that cloak) and forces him down to his knees as well."

"Enough Uldar my minion shows respect to me, not to you. It would be good for you to remember what your place is." the dark lord rumbles at Uldar and the majordomo falls silent as the hooded robe that swims around his form seems to somehow hang lower.

Your sire's actions please you and you decide you have made the correct decision in showing fealty to your lord. He is your master, your creator and your father shown by your shared eyes.

"Rise, my servant. You prove your loyalty to me and this is good, but know that you owe fealty to no other. You stand atop all others besides myself. You hold a portion of my very essence within you and are destined for greatness. You shall serve me well and, in the end, you shall stand by my side as my right hand and my heir.", the overlord intones as you rise up and, with a wave of his hand, you feel a tingling of magic and garments materialize upon you. It is little more than a pair of dark leather it fit your reptilian body nicely it seemed to blend in with your skin making your hide seem even darker.

"You will stand above the others, but you will still have to prove your worth. Fight and prove your strength, fight and defeat my enemies. Fight and bring down all those who would dare raise a hand against me. Fight and survive to serve your sire for if you wish to be recognized as my hatch-ling you will prove your worth!", he continues as desire to be recognized as his heir and children consumed you, with a wave of his hand a weapon materialized in your hand. A long bow made of ebony wood was held in your hand it radiated magic and its power pulsed into you.

"This weapon, I gift to you. It, too, is imbued with my power. It has an unlimited supply of arrows and as you grow so will the bow. As you grow in strength it will grow as well matching your strength and enhancing its own powers. It will answer to your will, the will of my hatch-ling the will of the powerful individual who command it. Use it to smite our enemies and prove your worth!", he commands and you shift your claws to show great respect to your sire and master who only seemed to chuckle at your actions.

"Now, my servant, you are equipped and ready to be set forth and-", he starts, clearly about to give you some sort of mission, but then the room shakes slightly as you feel a tremor move through the floor and ceiling alike.

Uldar, who had been kneeling silently all this while, stood up and his hooded head whips around in panic, but the overlord simply looks up at the ceiling as though assessing the situation before a chuckle leaves his him.

"Something has happened within the citadel above...", he murmurs as he continues to scan the ceiling as though he can see through it to the many floors of the citadel above. If you could see his face you would believe he is smiling