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<a class="link link--external" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n99/vampiregirl22/Guy%20images/Japaneseanimehottie.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><u>Kyre Crosswind</u></b></span></a>​</div><br/>The sounds of Rynstholl's local inn, filled with the voices of drunken patrons and the screams and moans of the whores being ravaged, echoed behind Kyre as he followed the pulse that nagged at him since the day of it's inception several five centuries ago.<br/><br/>His every step was heavy with time, but his face and body showed no signs of his age. Only his eyes, the brown eyes of a warrior who has seen too much, could give Kyre away. The pulse throbbed again. He was getting closer and closer to his objective, and glad that he took so long. In the five hundred years that passed, kingdom after kingdom had protected the pulse's origin for reasons that were slowly becoming forgotten. Now, all that remained was ruin, with nothing but the wind to guard it.<br/><br/>However, this did not cause him to relax. Kyre's hand had already fallen to his sword, a blessed artifact forged from a shard of the mighty Zerus' thunderbolts. He was an Immortal of Storms, charged with the might of lightning and striking fast and deadly. He was a killer, but a guardian at the same time. He would need all of his skills for this.<br/><br/>At last, he reached the temple, it's hallowed steps devoured by moss and age. Kyre quickly ran up, three steps at once, before any eyes could notice. The doors opened with ease, creaking as he pushed. With a sigh of calm and the joy of his task about to be fufilled, Kyre took his first step inside. It was cold, save for the warmth that oddly rippled out to meet him as he journeyed deeper, deeper and deeper still.<br/><br/>Finally, he stood before the door. The last gateway to Tous'Drezzar, The Land of Eternal Dreams. There was no stopping, no running. The world needed balance to return. Kyre approached the golden door, gripped the handle, and opened it.