[b]Oryx's Dreadnaught[/b] Throughout the dark corners and shrieking halls of the Dreadnaught, dark things lurked. Powerful, malicious beings who wanted nothing more than to crawl out and strike at the Light. Of all places in the universe, the Dreadnaught held the most darkness. The heart and soul of the Hive was -here-. Lumbering through the shadows was one such creature of darkness. Myrelok - a beast of many various vague titles, to the Light. Sunderer. Slayer. Abomination of darkness. Thinking of these, he released a grunt of sorts - though it sounded strange, like rock grinding on rock, but with a rumble. He shrugged his shoulders, heaving his jagged blade upwards, and continuing his march through the dark halls, his emerald eyes illuminating the shadows. [b]( Open. )[/b]