[b][h3][color=000000]Archenos Pinesorrow[/color][/h3][/b]

The cityscape had approached Archenos at a steady pace, the glancing lights and stark silhouette of the palace leering closer and closer. The clouds far above him in the sky were slowly shifting, stars leaping through the blackness to wink down upon his armor. It was not often that he felt the nip of the night air as the cold infiltrated the links of his chain, but Archenos was sure he felt a buzz of energy shoot to his arm in a shiver.

Closer still than the vast city itself, a lone guard post lay ahead of him on the road. A wooden tower, perhaps twelve feet high, a single man atop of it. From its side hung a lantern on a long rusted nail, casting a bright light onto the road, bringing Archenos’ figure into a clear perspective. Luckily, the guard was asleep, leaning back on the legs of his chair, iron helm pulled down to hide himself from consciousness. He heard the loud snoring from the other side of the road, but not before he spotted the guards on foot in front of him.

They were heading straight for him, weapons drawn in a casual manner. However Archenos knew better than to think they would look over his armor, weapons and general appearance. In fact, he hoped they would at least give him a second look, he enjoyed the brief awe that most expressed. Archenos double stepped himself to stop that track of thought, he was never modest, a fault derived from his so far lonely lifestyle.

They were but a few feet away from him now and they had spotted his sword and armor, the menacing impression that he left on the pupil reflected on their faces. He held his hilt, the blade of his sword remaining in its sheath, but his arm ready to snap back and brandish Vein Drainer.