-Lost City in the fell, early morning-
The cloudy day.
It was perhaps one of the least friendly weathers in the place known as the fell, an already foul place with dark magicks bound to it. Normally, the sun would drive away the undead and night-dwelling monsters that roamed this land, but on a cloudy day that was not the case. On such a day where the great fire was hidden by heavy gray clouds, the undead had nothing to fear of the light, and roamed the streets. Worse still, the day creatures would also walk in the streets and conflict with the dead, filling the land with conflicts between the dark of the dead and the dark of the corrupted living.
It was perhaps the closest thing to the void that Gabriel had ever seen on La'ranna, A land without the black sun. Still, despite the sounds of creatures normal growls, roars and violence on a cloudy day in the distance, the voidwalker was not shaken in the least. The armor clad man sat atop an extremely tall watchtower around a large, ruined part of the city, gazing over the world below, his still armored form much like a wingless gargoyle, the motions of the cities numerous denizens below not escaping his sight. He simply stood and watched, waiting for agents of greater chaos to attempt to rally such untapped dark power to their own ends, So he could swiftly end their machinations with the edge of his blade. Or if he had to turn away some poor lost traveler who wandered into this cursed land That was his purpose, his reason.
Yet on this day, something seemed...off somehow. The monsters seemed ill at ease. Something disturbed the "harmony" of the city's usual chaos (if there was such a contradictory term). Even the undead moved with some sort of other purpose, drawn by the unusual call of ramblings from within the city. Gabriel was given pause as he saw this. Something was attracting the attention of some of the dead, yet other smaller monsters, such as fledgling mimics disguised as books and other small trinkets fled. If the fledging mimics were fleeing and some of the undead were turned away, then something had come into the city.
Something of dark power of some sort. Not great enough to catch Gabriel's immediate attention, or perhaps it was hidden in some way that the Voidwalker's eyes could not see or senses could not detect. Yet the behavior of the more aggressive dead was pack-like and slightly hasty (for something as slow as a zombie or skeleton) as if a living had entered the city to satiate their hunger for flesh or rage at the living. Yet the question was so obvious that Gabriel could not help but muse it to himself in a whisper.
"What fool would enter a cursed city of the damned? No treasure could possibly be worth the wrath of the dead or the dark ones." the Voidwalker whispered to himself, pondering on the question. Perhaps it was some foolish thief attempting to use dark magic to best the dark, a novel idea that, while worked in theory, was not something most ordinary mortals could do. More likely such a feat would simply incur the wrath of the city's denizens. Yet as he looked over the city, Gabriel did not move, but instead watched and waited. Soon enough, he would likely have his answer...
Little did he realize he had no idea the strange things that would take place today, and the new people (or person) he would encounter. The cloudy day might have been more interesting than the knight from the void first thought.
