RedZenox
Villager
Long ago during the war of the ancients, there was a faint smell of death on the horizon... pestilence and hardships plague the lands as the darkness slowly encroches onto the light. War...Battles to be won and lost, hundreds and thousands of men and women answered the call to arms. Venturing forth with steel and sorcery to combat the merciless evils of darkness... Yet, Near the end thousands were dead and we were slowing losing the war. Kingdom after Kingdom slowly fell to the corruption of the darkness and soon the tide of battle war turned. Until...As the Smoke and ash cleared a soldier in golden armor step forth with his mighty cleaver. "Silfuryn" Son of Fury! Together they routed the enemy armies and brought order to the chaos surrounding the kingdoms...The darkness began to lose it ground. Slowly receding into the dark hole which it came from...