Far to the north of the Sentrial capital of Edinburg a lone figure trudges through the knee high snow as he made his way to the abandoned Order outpost build into the side of the large mountain. The man had chosen this place for the meeting because of its hard to reach location and isolation from any inquiring eyes. Soon the large steel gates leading to the cavernous cave could be seen through the screen of white snow that was being whipped around by the strong wind and the man hurried past the cracked gate to take shelter from the elements outside. Outpost Akamor had been built into a monstrous cave which was large enough to house a small village if it had not been found by the Order fist, it was rumored that the cave had been home to a giant's tribe before they were forced out by the knights.
The cloaked figure made his way around the rundown barracks and training grounds until he came across building with a worn out sign reading Officer's lounge. Varrik stepped into the door less room to see that there was no furniture in the room and a large barren bar at the far corner. He fished into his jacket to pull out a copy of the letter that had been sent out to all known locations of the surviving Revival members to make sure that this was the place he had instructed them all to meet up. Varrik had been Second-in-Command of Revival under the former leader and mentor to him and he saw this as his time to rise up and bring the team back together to finish what they had started.
First he would have to convince those head strong bastards that he was worth following into battle once more and knew that that would be a task in itself. The former knight drew on his magic to create a stool of ice made from the moisture in the cave so that he was able to use to sit at the bar with his back to the door as he waited for the others to show up. Setting the letter on the bar top, his hand went back under his cloak to pull out a bottle of ale that would help him pass as he hoped others would show up.
The cloaked figure made his way around the rundown barracks and training grounds until he came across building with a worn out sign reading Officer's lounge. Varrik stepped into the door less room to see that there was no furniture in the room and a large barren bar at the far corner. He fished into his jacket to pull out a copy of the letter that had been sent out to all known locations of the surviving Revival members to make sure that this was the place he had instructed them all to meet up. Varrik had been Second-in-Command of Revival under the former leader and mentor to him and he saw this as his time to rise up and bring the team back together to finish what they had started.
First he would have to convince those head strong bastards that he was worth following into battle once more and knew that that would be a task in itself. The former knight drew on his magic to create a stool of ice made from the moisture in the cave so that he was able to use to sit at the bar with his back to the door as he waited for the others to show up. Setting the letter on the bar top, his hand went back under his cloak to pull out a bottle of ale that would help him pass as he hoped others would show up.