*The sounds of a wet-stone can be heard rasping against metal in slow rythmic style. A Terrax man sits off to the side of what looks to be a large training field on the outskirts of Dimat.*<strong>That should do it.</strong>*The large sword he holds is gleaming steel, sharpened enough to slice a boulder in half should the need arise. Arcxsus, as the man is known, stands and walks to a sand pit and raises his sword with both hands. He begins a series of drills. His movements are fast and true. A seasoned warrior could be no less. He looks as if he is going to be at this for some time."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Story Progression<br/><em>Unknown to the beings of this world, a war rages. A savage war of foul beasts and the Guardians. For the first time in a century, the Draconic Guardian in Dimat stirs and moves to the Eastern gate. Everyone scrambles to clear his path. Some run in fear and others stare in amazement. The slow, silent progression of the Guardian is a sign of dire problems that have arisen in the Elder Ruins. The peoples of Grexas may become aware of these problems much too soon. The Guardian reaches the Eastern gate and stands vigil like a statue. People continue to stare and create a wide berth around the Guardian. "What is it doing?" "Is it dangerous?" "Mommy what is that!?" "Man, I don't know about you, but I get a bad feeling." "Good maybe this thing can guard the gate, so I can get a day off." Surely this is a spectacle to these common folk regardless.</em>