The fire roared as if it to devour everything in sight, but fire had long been a tool used for many generations. The opening in the stone wall had served for many years to hold this beast called fire, and to warm those who stood by it. A very tall and stalwart man warmed himself by this fire, his face reflecting many worrisome thoughts in the glow of the firelight. His face was stern and strong, but he had eyes that could win the trust of any mortal. His hair was golden and hung around his shoulders. He was Knighthawke, High Elder and King of the Knights of Lore and Legend. Knighthawke turned and glanced over his shoulder at his late night visitor.

"Tell me then, I know this must be important especially to bring you here this late." A tall, dark figure cloaked and hooded stood in the center of the room. Very slowly the visitor removed his hood and spoke in a low voice.

"My liege. .. death is coming." Knighthawke turned to look at his visitor.

"VaN SaaR?" Knighthawke looked at the leader of the Pnoenix Clan, the elite fighter group of KOLL. "What are you trying to say?"

VaN SaaR stood tall and very well defined, with raven black hair. Born the only child of a Paladin, Corten SaaR and a Cleric Breen SaaR. VaN was a very sickly child at first, not expected to live out his first year, but when around Magic there was a noticeable improvement to him. A high sense of Honor and justice was instilled in VaN as he was growing up. When he was still a young man VaN's father died, and VaN blamed himself for his death. As it was he, who was hunting deer with his father that day when an ugly ogre took his weaponless father by surprise and killed him. Upon his Father's death, VaN left home to train with Falcor, a very powerful and old wizard of the land. VaN learned how to control and shape the magical powers that flowed through him. After a few years had passed, a messenger arived at Falcor's tower telling of how raiders had wrought havoc on VaN's village, that his mother had been raped and killed. A Dark shadow enveloped VaN, and his rage poured forth. Falcor, for all his power, was too old to control VaN's rage, and was killed in the magical outburst. Falcor's tower also fell, and the surrounding land where the tower once stood remains twisted with raw magical residue. It took months for VaN to get over the loss. It wasn't until the night the ghost of his father Corten came to VaN's side. He reminded VaN of the code of Honor he had been taught and told him that the rage inside must be used to rid the land of Evil. After that night VaN was able to calm and bottle his rage. Later VaN met Crimsonfyre, a warrior with a Guild called KoLL. KoLL had a Code of honor much like the one VaN was taught and ridding evil from the realm with friends was much better than trying to go it alone.

Knighthawke looked into the eyes of his friend and, felt a chill run through him. As he looked deeper he realized the grave importance of what was going to be said.

"What is it Van, What can bring this much worry to VaN SaaR?"

"For some time I have felt an inner fear that I have never known before. I awake from nightmares of the dead piled waist deep." Knighthawke could see drops of sweat forming on VaN SaaR’s face.

"I see us. .. our family and friends impaled on great spikes that stand around the walls of this city." Knighthawke looks at his Clan leader.

"VaN. .. could they be just bad dreams?" VaN SaaR walked close to the fire and looked in.

"Something called me to the mysts my King. I rode there two days ago and stood at the edge. Never before have I felt anything like it. I was so overcome by a sense of evil that I barely made it to my mount before I blacked out."
Knighthawke drew in closer to VaN SaaR. VaN SaaR looked into his Kings eyes and tightened his jaw. "I can feel the mysts. .. it's alive. .. I swear it breathes with pure evil." VaN SaaR droped his gaze to the floor, and then slowly lifted his head to look at his King.

VaN SaaR barely moved his lips as he whispered.
". .. death is coming."