"Magnus!" The Storyteller's eyes widen at hearing his actual name as he turned around putting his mug on the table. His hazel eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a burly man. He was sporting a crimson buzz cut hair style and his face and exposed chest were both marred in scars and yet clearly defined. "Do my old eyes deceive me?" The Storyteller blinked with a big grin. "Samson?" Samson grinned as he lumbered towards the Storyteller. His massive silver pauldrons requiring many in the tavern to give him ample space. Underneath each of them was a white cloth with a blazing sun on it. Flowing behind Samson was a similar white cape that likewise had a massive sun on it. "It has been too long my friend. " Samson said as his armored hand grasped the Storytellers shoulder. "Last time I saw you, you were barely up to my knees, and you've already become a Sun?!" He exclaimed noticing the emblem on his cape. "What of Sonne I truly desire to speak with him." A sad smile crossed Samson's face. "Thats actually why I am here Magnus." Samson looked down. "I...I don't feel like I deserve this title." The Storyteller beckoned to the barkeep to bring them both new drinks as he embraced Samson. "It'll be alright Lad. Tell me what happened." He could already tell it would not be good news as he could see the start of tears in Samson's eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Our world got visited by a massive dungeon. It was a tower so tall that it disappeared into the clouds, it dwarfed our tallest mountains. A mud golem exited the door from it and spoke with mana amplifying its voice so our entire world heard it, that if the tower was not conquered within two months it would overrun the world until nothing was left, but if it was conquered those who reached the top would have enough riches to rule the entire world. Many brave adventurers, Knights, royals, and even monsters attempted that tower, but seldom did anyone ever return from it. They spoke of shadow creatures and various golems that inhabited its floors. As time ticked down the princess of my kingdom. Helen took the kings own personal men. The blazing guard into that tower. They pushed, they climbed, they conquered, and they bleed. Many good men and women were lost, but they soared higher than any others had ever dreamed to achieve in that cursed tower because of the magic of Helen and the magic swordsmanship of Sonne. In the end they ran out of time. The magic that kept everything restrained to its own floor crumbled and hordes upon hordes of monsters began to charge downward eventually reaching Helen and Sonne. Sonne struck the side of the tower blowing out the entire wall of the tower and tossed a screaming and crying Helen out of the tower and sent out what was left of his men to protect her. He knew her cloak was enchanted with slow fall, and she'd land unharmed eventually and his men would find a way to be fine. Sonne turned to face the tidal wave of shadow creatures. His long crimson hair was beginning to ignite. His breath coming out as hot steam. The sun on his cloak was replaced by a blazing hot ball of fire at his back as his power manifested. The ball continued to grow in size until it was wider than Sonne. The heat from it scorched all the cloth from Sonne leaving him in a glowing iridescent armor. His long Nodachi coming into view as the blade itself exploded into a white-hot flame. Sonne smiled as his thoughts echoed the kingdom wherever he might be found as steam hissed out from his mouth. [i]"Here comes the sun." [/i] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "He didn't make it out of the tower." Samsons face was downcast, but a weak smile crossed his lips. "Nothing else did either. In fact, the entire tower crumbled and turned to ash" The young man took a big swig of drink. "I don't even have half of the power that Sonne had. How am I going to protect the Kingdom like he did?" The Storyteller was silent for a moment as he mulled over what to say and processing the loss of Sonne. In the end he just hugged Samson trying to give him some solace like a grandfather would a grandchild. "You will find your way."