Destroyah162

A journey into the accursed lands.

The holistic and pure rays of light fought their way valiantly through the blinding waves of falling snow, despite the thick blanket of dark ominous clouds that desperately kept a firm iron grip upon the sun, much like a tyrannical lord on his subjects. There was an ominous feeling that lurked just past the snowy ledge where the paladin stood. Each snowflake seemed locked inside of a battle with another, some merging and forming larger ones. Others been torn to shreds to their own demise. As the cold began to eat away at his resolve, the snow began to build in between and beneath the cracks and crevices of his armor. But his determination followed through as the years of training and experience drove him to move one massive gray fur lined boot forwards. His appearance was ghastly to say the least, from his time spent on his journey to come to the wastelands of old. Solving many problems of kings and priests alike. Although he was not held in high positions in tales for his unorthodox methods, he had still helped them in their darkest hours in the shifting sands that was their dilemmas.

Instead of saving a damsel in distress, or halting an army that would begin their merciless assault of pillaging and marauding… he himself had a problem. Because he was not a traditional holy knight of any sacred order. Just a mere commoner who could wield a sword gracefully, and did his job for the pay. He was cast out of the sociable world. Betrayed by his fellow comrades he began a path that had no return. A mission that could only result in death and sorrow. Although the results of the actions he was about to make didn’t phase him, they would tear the world asunder, and plunge it deep into a tidal pool of anarchy and chaos. He rolled his shoulders back slightly to relieve tension that the pauldrons immense weight had caused. Faint cracks from his armored and clothed frame could be heard only by him. Although the cold temperatures of the wastelands didn’t phase him, it was nothing compared to the tropical climate found on the Isles of Achaeron. No this place was far more treacherous, offering death at ones false step. Yet slowly, without hesitation, he took another step along the ledge. The snow whirled around him, freezing and blinding, creeping into every opening they could find… It made him think of the dark thoughts swirling and raging around in his mind, each one trying to get a solid grip on him, although all of them together already had conquered his soul. There were people who could associate the snowy landscape with beauty. He wasn’t one of them. All he could feel was the cold, all he could see was the darkness. He tried to relax his facial muscles, but they irrevocably settled back into expressing dark hatred. Somewhere above him, lightning thundered, temporarily helping the few rays of light illuminate his face, something they instantly regretted. For the brief opportunistic flashes of light revealed his presence, to the waiting hordes of rotting masses in the knee high snowbanks at the bottom of the ravine.

All he could hope for was his presence to be undetected. But knowing his past experiences with chance and fate alike left him with a sense to be prepared for the worst…

-Current work in partnership with Flameshadow.