Saraneth the Goldox

The deep, commanding ring of a bell sounds, growing in sounds. The waves of the sound hit you like a physical force, gripping you. As you feel it binding you, you try to break free, but the effort is futile. Your will is nothing compared to the mighty Saraneth. Succumbing to it's control, you turn to look at the Ringer, whom you shall now serve. But instead you find yourself staring into the mesmerizing, golden eyes of a silvery wolf.

"I need no Ringer. For I am my own Master. I am Saraneth"