Thread: The Blacksmith Meets The Hero. (Lookingforthis&Chaotic)

300 Years Ago. Twilight Plane. The young man stood at the edge of the world. Behind him, a cliff to Hell, and in front of him, a laughing Immortal. He was panting roughly. He was exhausted, and the pain in his whole being could not be ignored easily. Blood poured from his mouth, and he stared down against the arrogant being in front of him, through half lidded eyes. I want you. To look back. See what has become of the world you so dearly love, Summons. The man said, his pale, almost unnaturaly silver toned face glowing in the semi-dark place. Jake looked at the man suspiciously, and he merely laughed, as his purple eyes searched over Jake's own, dark ones. Do not fear treason. I have no reason to belittle someone who is already half dead. Jake growled, but turned nonetheless, and instantly, his heart sank. The World... At least the one kingdom below him, was in ruin. Ardell was... gone... Pillars of smoke and flame rose, and little by little, the Immortal raised his hand, letting the image in the void amplify till Jake could see it all. Melia, Drak, Atlas.... They were all... dead. He witnessed horrible things, and little by little, he felt his spirit break. His friends, the only ones he had left. Raped. Tortured. Mutilated. Killed. He looked at the Immortal, rage building as his eyes flashed red. Yes... that's it... Bring your little Koshir out, Summons. Let me see that demon's hideous face once more! The Immortal shouted, pale white lips curving into a laviscious smile, showing rows of sharp teeth as he laughed widely. Jake didn't think twice, as he let out a roar, his hair turning white as he gave out two slices. Too late. With a simple parry, the blades were thrown to the ground, and with another hit, the Immortal's hand clashed through the man's chest. When you wake up... If you even do so... Realize... That you will always be... He smiled, as he pushed Jake lightly towards the cliff, the man trying desperately to even breathe as he felt the pain of his cells trying to join together once more. Alone. Jake dropped down, into the abyss below. The Immortal merely kicked the blades down with him, and closed the portal to Nigh once more. Present Day. Outskirt's of Lorran. Jake walked slowly, clutching the ragged cloak to his body as he walked through the dunes of the Great Plains, feeling the constant batter of sand and dust against his features as he walked, ever so slowly, towards what he assumed was Lorran. He had heard about the city a bit over a month ago, and had heard quite a bit about the place, as a hotspot for people who were either trying to hide from the guard, or looking for all manner of work and trade. He decided to go there, as he thought it would help him reclaim his memory. And if it didn't work, he hoped to at least get some good materials and a couple of jobs to pass the time. It would be much easier, as well. Slowly, he stepped up from another dune, and as if by magic, the sandstorm ceased, and the glory of the Caravan City was shown. Lorran was always a fairly mobile city, known to move every decade or so, but it always moved to certain spots. Spots in the desert both hard to find and get to, and also... Full of water. This time, they were at the edge of the very desert, and instantly, Jake could feel the much welcome humidity of the sea. He breathed deeply, the hood finally falling back to reveal the man's features. He was fairly tall for Human standards, ranging in at 1.91m. he had sharp, rounded and fairly handsome features that made him look fairly young. His dark hair was messy and stuck out in certain tufts over his sharp, serious looking eyes. His body was muscled, but not overly so. Just enough to be able to notice it whenever he took a layer of armor off. The latter of which he rarely used anyways, save for his cloak and clothes, the only pieces of armor he wore were quickly discarded, useless to him due to his regenerative capabilities, which were still a mystery to him and a subject of interest to others, ever since he woke up. All in all, Jake was a mercenary with a good-looking face and eyes that had seen their share of fights, even if he remembered less than half of them. He kept walking towards the Caravan City, suddenly feeling much more relaxed.