Tynen Ulengard, Keatara's brother was no longer the man he once was. Even before the attack on his family, he had begun to turn to the darkness and it's power, sacrificing his own family for his own gain. The day of the attack he'd slipped into the woods to stand with the leader of the Draconian raiding party, only to leave with them once all was finished. He felt some remorse over the loss of his little sister, but that soon was gone. His once generous, loving heart had turned black and he welcomed the power he received from the dark Goddess. Little did he know at that time, but Keatara had survived.

He traveled the land, learning even more from Tahkisis' followers. The rush he received from torturing and killing was amazing to him as was the delivering of souls to his Goddess. At twenty-four years of age, he was becoming a foe to be reckoned with and didn't care about whom he killed or their age or gender.

His most valuable asset was that he'd been able to keep his innocent look...appearing a normal man when in fact he was dark as spades inside. It was how he was able to get into most of the villages with Draconian raiding parties waiting in the shadows of night to attack. At 6' 2" tall and 220 pounds of muscle with his startling blue eyes and long, brown hair he was quick to turn the heads of the ladies, only to lead them to their deaths. The men were usually in awe of him and only if there were those who could 'see' his aura, did his deceit not work to bring more souls to his Goddess.

The night of the anniversary of his family's slaughter he found out that his sister lived. He didn't know how it happened, only that he dreamed of her and knew she was living within the city of Heartlund. He could sense the guilt she carried within her for settling within the city and being with the children and quickly played upon it, not knowing that she'd been able to 'see' his dark aura. Her soul had always been pure and would be a great asset to his cause....if he could get to her. Perhaps even turn her as he'd been turned. He now knew where she was...it was only a matter of how to get to her. His little sister was alive and well.

Tynen had gained favor with Tahkisis from sacrificing his own family in her honor and had been repayed with great strength. He was stronger than the strongest of men, able to wield a two-handed battle sword with one arm. He could all but crush a man's head with his bare hands and he enjoyed everything that came with it. Soon....soon, he would be the strongest of all of Tahkisis' warriors if he wasn't all ready.