<span style="font-style: italic">I've learned a big lesson in my life thus far... Humans, we dream, we aspire and inspire. And through such will and conviction, we are capable of achieving that which is deemed impossible. <br/>Many years ago, a sorcerer by the name Hallumitz, leader of a once honorable mage's cult known as Hand of Rimi attempted to create a powerful being of his own design. The Wise One know as Arizath, tried to warned Hallumitz that he would be creating a living thing so powerful that if not sealed away could destroy the world entirely. But as Hallumitz ignored the Wise One's admonition, his ambition and pride were playing into his undoing. With the beast's birth, it soon went rampant, creating tidal waves and earthquakes. A fool and desperate, Hallumitz prayed for Arizath's mercy and forgiveness. Arizath plunged a scepter through the sorcerer's heart and his creation, casting a seal upon them both. The foolish sorcerer perished and his creation was cast away into a eternal sleep...<br/><br/>However, the thoughts of peace ring hollows for now. The beast never awoke and for 500 years, the tomb that was once the great castle of Hallumitz known as Rimithius laid dormant and untouched. The Hand of Rimi magicians searched for all those years for Rimithius to find Hallumitz and free his beast, wishing to what their leader started. A man by the name of Felgas led them in the right direction... For 50 years, the cult dug their way into the tomb's depth searching for their leader's corpse... Until four mages dropped their pickaxes and fought back, rallying many others to do the same. But they were too late... Hallumitz was freed from his eternal slumber and now walks the earth, attempting to resurrect his sleeping monster. Three of the four mages now lie to rest in Arizath's blessed arms. I am the last one. I am Blake Alluria... And this is my story. I warn you... It is not a pretty one.</span><br/><br/>To the average person, the towering gates of Treluton were ominous, and seemingly impregnable. What was first established a small merchants town after many years turned into a huge city of business and opportunities. These were the second largest city gates in all of the country and more amazing given the fact that they were not built stone by stone as every other wall known to the world, this wall was carved from the very cliff face itself, built as part of an outer structure to a manufactured valley within. The spires that crossed the span in the rock were 200 meters high, and comprised of 40 interior levels. This structure looked impossible to breech, and to any average creature, it was. Every two meters was a perfectly hewn arrow loop and the heads of archers and crossbowman could be seen at all times watching the landscape.<br/><br/>Blake had stopped roughly fifteen steps away from the gates of Treluton which were already visible to him. He had been travelling for two weeks since his last job, and he could sense another job on the way. With the many merchants and you could not imagine whomever else could be there, but as a mercenary, someone would likely have some work here. The road he took, though the longest was easy to travel upon. It was cobbled all the way to the docks and several settlements that surrounded Treluton, which made trade and travel easier between these financial districts. The roads were also heavily patrolled in unpredictable patterns by a co-op of merchant armies who ensured that safety from thieves and bandits was guaranteed. These roads were so safe in fact that not a single incident had been recorded in nearly two hundred years. Of course, this did not mean that suspicious or trouble-intended figures did not travel on these roads, it just meant they had to find new opportunities to work their magic.<br/><br/>Blake looked around at the many faces that leered at him as he passed each of them by. For someone who donned a cloak that hid most of his face, these looks of concern and or suspicion would be present on the faces of merchants and knights who were patrolling around the gates. Two guards stood in his way as he finally reached the gate. "Hold it, stranger! What is your business here?" One of the knight asked, his hand slowly inching towards his sword, his eyes locked onto the hooded boy. He looked at the knight, a sad look quickly appearing on his face, "Trouble is the... last of my intentions, sir. I am simply looking for somewhere to stay... something to eat and water to... drink. I've been out and about for months now, no place to go and not much gold to my... name." Blake said wearily as the guards looked at him with shock clear on their faces as he soon fell flat on his face on the ground. "Oh shit! He's passed out!" The other knight muttered as they both tried to pick him up. He was somewhat heavy but they could both manage all the same. The two soon darted into the inner curtain and into the city itself, Blake trying hard to keep his eyes open so he didn't appear dead. Treluton was truly a beautiful city, and to this day, no poet has managed to the city's beauty in words without feeling that no justice was found. They quickly rushed Blake to the one of the Inns in town. As he rushed into an empty room like a crazy buffoon, the more sensible stayed and explained the situation at hand to the Innkeeper and settle the lodgings expense.<br/><br/>(Okay. Not too bad for an opening, but if there is no room for you to jump in, let me know, all right?<a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=463">@Asteria</a>)