Son of Tarnaq
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The Wrath Of The Dragon Duke
Modern I have conquered nations, subdued entire populations.
Everyone from the Eastern plains to the Northern colonies fear me.
But they don't know me.
My name is Lloyd Bishop, and I am the Dragon Duke, The greatest enforcer of the kingdom of Tekka.
15 years ago, I watched from the closet, where I witnessed my entire family be gunned down in the city of Hilburg.
My father and uncle, shot by a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm, who then burned down our home.
I managed to escape, but I died from smoke poisoning.
My life would be saved by a young girl, Lisa Francis, who brought me back to life and showed me the way out of the city.
That was a decade ago. I left everything behind that day, my 3 childhood friends, and Lisa, a girl I didn't even know yet.
In the time since, everything has changed, I was now more powerful than ever before, but the rage of my family's murder hadn't been quelled.
And now I have returned to this city that took everything from me, and my mission is clear.
Reconnect with my childhood friends, repay the girl who saved my life.
But most importantly, I will show those responsible for my parent's death...
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