(Aight, let's kick it off, mate.)
Over the green fields of Paln'dul, rose a mystical tower made of what seemed to be chiseled out of a massive blue crystal. The early morning sun's rays glinted off the rough edges of that strange tower, causing it to shimmer splendidly. Behind that gigantic tower that was the two travelers destination, was an equally massive thunderstorm which provided a beautiful contrast between the two titanic ingredients to the scenery.
Vezein shrugged his shoulders and stretched the muscles upon his athletic form. He stood at a solid 6'2 height, which was about as tall as his greatsword upon his back. His midnight black hood was up as well as the remains of his cloak, which now served as a tattered facewrap to shield against the cold. The warrior wore his well-earned black armor of an unknown materiel known as Vengeance. His massive sword upon his back was named Abyss, or Zalbrek in it's creators' tongue.
"Well, friend... Our next stop seems to be before us." Vezein stated to his mystical friend at his side in his soft, deep voice.