"I am Jardakk! Disciple of the mighty dragon Icevenom, and devout worshiper of Brell! By the might of earth or the fury of a dragon, you will -NOT- harm my people!" -Jardakk, facing a group of Direwind Gnolls.

The Steppes were always a bitterly cold side of the Serpentine Mountains. The earth was forever in permafrost and it snowed no matter what season. It is hard to imagine anyone wanting to live in such a dreary mountainous region, but the gnolls of the Darkfell Clan make it their home, nestled just under the massive icy tundra called Icefall Glacier. Jardakk was an oddity when he was born, being born as an only pup as opposed to a plentiful litter. Though his birth was often whispered as an omen of some sort, he was born in the Spiritfang name, a bloodline of gnolls specifically picked by the ancient frost dragon Icevenom for an ancient deed performed by the original Spiritfang ancestor centuries ago. What this means is Jardakk, like all Spiritfangs before him, are able to use a bit of the dragon's power in the form of ice magic, or even a mighty breath should the time be dire. However, the dragon is a cruel being and using such power drains the vitality of the user, as a way of 'checks and balances' so the 'mortal gnolls' don't get out of hand. Over time, Jardakk aged into a fine warrior, slaying a leopard at the age of six to pass his test manhood and delivering the killing blow to a hill giant when he was but 14. Sadly, the stench of plague and the winds of terrible change blew to his home one day when animals began to suddenly die, drinking water began to spoil, and his people were growing terribly ill. Across the sandy dunes of Sunderock Springs, the foul Direwind Gnolls spread their terrible plagues and diseases in the name of Bertoxxulous, god of plague. Infuriated and determined to rid his people of such a scourge, he set out by himself to the dreadful territory of the Direwind Gnolls. Though he was stout of heart and full of bravery, his own foolishness and pride is what truly killed him, as he was no one-man army. Though he cut down a great many Direwind gnolls, Jardakk would eventually succumb to fatal wounds, and collapse dead. Self-sacrifice to protect his people was a death he could enjoy...until he was simply cursed, rising again as the necromatic energy filled his body and damning his once noble soul into the service of the Direwind leader, Nerek Gashclaw. Though a portion of Jardakk's initial consciousness lived on in his cursed body, he was forced to watch every horrifying and gruesome act of taboo, bloodshed, and murder he caused while under the Direwind's grip. Slaughtering innocent people and destroying entire families and helping raze entire cities. It was too much for his surviving consciousness to bare. After years of damning servitude, his consciousness could take it no longer, and, for still reasons unknown to him, his consciousness seized control once more, and with full-control of his body, he fled, running as far away as he could from any manner of civilization and social contact. How could he dare to even return to his own people, looking like the monster he is now? The blood will never wash off of his hands.

This is a character I've had and expanded upon for 12 years. This is Jardakk, the character in which my name derives from. Words cannot express how much this one character means to me, and how making him so long ago has truly impacted my life. Overnight, I reached 300+ views on my Furaffinity profile and I could think of no better character to post than this one, as a way to show my heart-filled thanks of everyone who has faved, watched, and even simply browsed my page. Thank you all so, so much. Leave a watch and a fav if you liked and, as always, more too come. :) Thank you to everyone again.