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Akaron	Dec 30 2008, 02:53 AM
Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #12 Joined: September 6, 2008 Faction Necropolis	The wind howled like a great mighty beast, across the Northern Reaches this day. It bellowed past an imposing individual as he disembarked from the ship that was now frozen in place. A towering giant of a man strode into the wastes of the frozen north, giving little heed for the rapidly dropping temperatures. Lord Akaron had come to the frozen hell hole of the planet searching for something, but he knew not what. Looking around he felt drawn to head deeper into the blizzard, almost as if he was being summoned by something. Trudging forward through the waist deep snow, Akaron thought back to when he told his Lord of his leaving. *He stood their before the Arch Wraith sitting upon a stone chair, armor still bloodied and scratched from the sacking of the elven kingdom awaiting to address his commander. He didn’t wait to long before the arch wraith bid him to speak.* "My Lord Sendokaze, since the sacking of the elven kingdom of An-Havva has gone well and it will take you some time to gather more forces and sort through all the booty and plunder, I shall be taking a leave of absence. I know not where Ill go or how long ill be, but I fell that I must...travel. Something is calling me my lord and I know not what. But there is no need for me here currently, you have my competent commanders, they will train new troops. I shall leave at first light, you may contact me with magic if you need to, but please don’t disturb my journey unless it is important my lord." *Turning upon his heal after saluting the dread thing upon its throne, he left with out as much as a goodbye.* It had been a tiresome few weeks or travel in all manner of environments and through all manner of transport. Until his quest brought him here to the frozen wasteland of the Northern Reaches. Continuing forward, Akaron trudged onward, his metal interlocking plate collecting ice and snow as he forced a path through the snow. To an onlooker, he would seem as an unstoppable juggernaut forcing its way toward an unknown goal. From beneath his close faced helm, Akaron stared off into the storm, almost as if he could vaguely see what was drawing him to this desolate landscape. *I pity anyone who might have to venture out into this storm save I, but then, what sane being would willing travel here.*
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