Back in my day Druchii was Druchii! Red of eye, proud of brow, tall in the spine!
Real skin-cloaks (none of this faux bizness), cold ones which arbitrarily ate people (unlike the straggly breeds of today), blades so sharp you could scarcely see them from the side (resulting in a great many 'friendly slicing' casualties), and of course, dark magic was real dark magic!
What has become of you? The centuries have made you soft. The warm fires and the 'exciting' parties have made you too pleasure hungry. The lack of battle has driven you all mad with comfortable living!
But I suppose that, as there is no-where better for an old creature like me, I will take the helm as your new Dreadlord! Aren't you all tremendously lucky?
Yes, a feast will be fine, but bloody the mead somewhat won't you. I can't be having any of this watered-down Ganeth wine on my newfound ASCENSION TO ABSOLUTE POWER!
Heh
