Kroako

In a time before time great creatures made up all of the universe. they loved, fought, and experienced all. When last there was only two, Aranor and Kroako. Aranor wished for honorable death though battle, but Kroako was a coward feared fighting. So when Aranor died from previous wounds his gaze never left Korako.   Now Korako rots curled into a great ball awaiting death. Molded from his flesh we continue on a perpetual cycle of making and unmaking. Living and dying. The greatest of us we revere as deities for they have found the power to flee Korako. All know that these are the last eons of Korako and many wish not to meet the same final death.   Now the petty squabbles for power turn some daring few to find a future in what was left behind. Maybe something has been left in the ruins of ages past or steps closer may be out there waiting for discovery. If you could right long forgotten wrongs you could lead all in a new era. We are all desperate for something to change or Korako will breath his last breath for all of us.