Smoke and ash filled the air along with the stench that comes with the slaughter of a battlefield. This once flourishing grassland outside the Deowood forest was now desolate and covered in the decay of soldiers that had done their best to defend against the might of Gregor and his legions. Amongst the battered and broken bodies there was a glow upon the ground in the shape of the uruz rune. This healing rune only glows when actively healing the sketcher and his allies. A brutally torn and charred body slowly begins to move amongst the dead and drags himself closer to the rune that he had sketched amidst the battle. Slowly recovering he regains use of his limbs and is able to make out his surroundings though his vision is blurred. His name is Leinad Kelworan and is known as a runelord a knight skilled in the use of blades and runes. He came here to take on the demon threat that assaulted his homeland. Now, all he sees is the twisted corpses of his friends and fellow countrymen. He weakly pulls himself up into a sitting position ,using the broadswords that he had managed to hold on to, soaking in the healing warmth of his uruz rune and sighs with despair at the shattered remains of the land he once knew. He pondered the fate of those other forces who had faced the same enemy, had they suffered a similar fate. Is there anyone left alive? What would he do now? Where would he go? What is the might of one against a horde of such might? He whistled into the air at a shrill pitch and swiftly a falcon enters the sky and finds its way onto the glove upon Leinad's glove. "Hello friend, I'm glad you were able to make it to sanctuary in all the madness. It appears you and I are alone."