The Ashen Lance

In the dead of night rings out a horrible rumbling sound, the roar of a wakened wyrm it's eyes greedily set upon the skies. These beasts of gluttony and wrath darken the clouds and burn all within their wake. The ashes of their destruction bearing hates and regrets, grief and fear, he took it all. He became the Avatar of their fallen, those lost in their rampage. Lance in hand he will bring them justice as The Ashen Lance.