The Harbinger's Rise

[Zarsies 6795]

The North shook with a heavy ring, the blazing scream of a Drakaar’s fire overwhelming the skies with a glare of red. Setherien’s numbers grew, and with it, the gain of a new power. The ancient men of the Golden Lance, forsaken to their current husks, were the most powerful of The Great Shadow’s tools, a council of many; but with the awakening of Anthos’ terror, the mortal races had found their weapons against these forces. The surging forces of the Harbingers had been fought back, their weaknesses and handicaps abused, numbers depleting…

 

But now, these numbers grew.

 

Once a man of Asulon, kin of Horen, the mortal Adolphus, also known as Kaos, had came to this aide. Enlisted into the cult of the Black Scourge, the great followers of the Drakaar accepting him as one of their own, Adolphus sought to be one of the few who had come to true understanding. And he did.

 

Once known as the skulking wretch Adolphus, the dreaded son of the Damned Brother had ascended to the numbers of few, a new power. With it, he adorned his helm of rustic plate, gauntlets of immolated steel, and most of all the new epithet; his alias…

 

 

[A Bunch of Mimics (Knyghtfalcon) 88]

Orokana welcomes his new comrade, ready to serve alongside him.

 

((Welcome to the club, Bloodnight))

[Lark 2227]

Lark clears away space for more Harbinger trophies. "Next."

[Silent™ 552]

A hooded figure trotts into the North atop his trusty steed, the fresh snow crunching beneath the hooves, leaving a trail in the snow, before the gusting winds erase them from the land.

 

His years of intense training has been to prepare him for what is ahead, and he would not falter.

 

[Gale 21]

His feet smashed into the snow with every step. Deep footprints trailed behind him as he made his way from Castle Vekon in Northal, to the very caves and icy caverns in which the Scourge lie. An incredible blade in his grasp, the glowing golden edges vibrating with Holy energy. His hair blew violently in the wind as he moved, past the ornate half-mask he wore on his face. It hid his reminder of their power, their strength. That side of his face was less than dead. The Harbinger's incredibly cold flames leaving it's scolding mark.

 

"They'll pay."

 

 

 

((This is in hopes to get some development for my character, who had a close encounter with the Scourge. :D))