A warrior's journey begins.

[Red Warrior]

Nero sat silently leaning against an old twisted tree just off the path. He drank heartily from his canteen letting the cold ale slide down his throat. He stared off into the darkness deep in thought. "This not what they said it would be. No princesses to rescue, no true evil to combat." Nero had trained all his life to be hero, but now out in the real world he had learn quickly that ideals such as goodness and villainy bleed into one another forming endless shades of grey; nothing is simple. Months on the open road and all Nero had accomplished was a reputation of the Red Warrior, the one who never cleans his blade, permanently stained with the blood of his enemies.
"If that is what is meant for me, then I will not deny my destiny." Nero finished his drink, rose from the ground, and headed off into the chilling darkness. Nero the soldier is no more, the Red Warrior is all that's left, and now he's on hunt.

[Red Warrior]

The Red Warrior travels silently through the ancient trees, and among moonlight shadows. He's not sure what drives him, but apparently he is alone on this back road. ((No one wants to join in?))

[Red Warrior]

The Red Warrior's past was as twisted as road that he now traveled on. Perhaps that's what he ran from. This land was unfamiliar to him, and the darkness did not make it any easier to find his way. The warrior, alone in his thoughts, could not stop his mind from wondering, "perhaps the reason this land is abandoned is because of what else might in habit these woods." His thoughts began to conjure up all the possible demons, beasts, or undead he could find himself facing. ((*sigh* I'm just a lonely little roleplayer, all by himself, in his own little world :()).

[Jacrat]

As the red warrior walks, he notices a dark figure in the middle of the path ahead. The dark figure speaks, in a higher pitch voice than what he expected. "Who are you?Why are you here?"

[Athonese de Courtenay]

As the red warrior walks, he notices a dark figure in the middle of the path ahead. The dark figure speaks, in a higher pitch voice than what he expected. "Who are you?Why are you here?"

Athonese was relieved to see the Red Warrior. These were troubled times and a woman such as she was doubly at risk. Her intuitions told her that the handsome paladin posed no threat, might even prove to be an ally . . .