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The world is on the brink of war. A Continent is up in arms. Two nation's at each others throats as their Ally's watch in silence. Waiting for the blood to spill.
People all around the world wait in tension as the two most powerful Nation in existence march for war. Things will get bloody fast. The real question is who will win? What lengths are they willing to go to?

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Brac the Black Beast wakes up on a battlefield long after the fighting has ended.

As Brac laid in the remains of yesterday. An armored division moved in and surrounded the dark warrior. A single man pushing through them and clearing his throat.
"Brac, The Black Beast. The High King of Astora Humbly Requests your presence at his Castle in the capital of the land." He says and looks down at the warrior as he regained his bearing.

Brac gets up and dusts himself off.
"Your who exactly? Look man I'm gunna need a drink before I do anything, in case you haven't noticed I've had a rough afternoon."

The man rolled his eyes, "I am a mere servant of the king!...You would be able to buy all the food and drink you need of you take this offer...A nation of Demon worshippers plan to go to war with us...you are well known for knowledge in this...field. So he would like to employ your services in exchange for 10,000 gold"

Brac scratched his chin in thought. "10,000 doesn't sound too bad. Take me to this king type guy." Brac then picked up his massive sword and sheathed it on his back.

Some of the men recoiled as he picked up the sword with ease. Some of them shaking in their boots as he put it to his back.
The leader nodded and headed away the men following in a silent march back toward the capital.

As Brac followed the troops he took off his helmet and began to noisily fiddle with it.
"So who is the king exactly?"

"Foreigner are you?" The man asked and shook his head with a bemused chuckle, "King Allant of the third Age. The one who watches over us all and keeps evil at Bay"

Brac finished fiddleing with his helmet and tucked it under his arm. "No I'm not a foreigner, I'm just more used to an emperor in this land.

"We haven't had an emperor in over 200 years...how old ARE you?" One of the soldiers asked with a chuckle.
As they kept marching. A city cake into view on the horizon, "It shouldn't be longer then half a day" one of the scouts said with a yawn. Clearly bored.

"I should be around 224 ish give or take a few" Brac looked off into the distance as the sun began to set. "We should set up camp bandits like to roam in these parts at night."

"Unfortunately that's not an option. We must arrive as soon as possible. We are a well armed force of 50. Bandits should be no problem." He says and shrugs, "We should arrive shortly after midnight" he adds.

"You clearly haven't felt with the bandits from these parts, they tried to eat me. Twice I might add." Brac shrugged and looked off into the distance focusing on something strange.

Logan was an odd man, in more then just personality. He had arrived in the area a few years ago, from no one knows where, as he wouldn't tell anyone. There were many roamers about him, as he obviously wasn't the same as everyone else. The black feathered wings, and unusual powers caused this. His hair was blacker then the darkest night, and his grey eyes seemed to look straight into the soul. In fact, Logan was a fallen angel, cast from heaven for no more then having an opinion that went against the word of the gods.

In time, he got used to being in the realm of mortals. Though he lived in a cabin far away from civilization, he still made a great many friends. Though today, like most others, he roamed in hunt for food. Twin katanas hung from his hips, and an expertly crafted bow hung from his back, along with a quiver of arrows. He knew of the bandits that lived here, but most of them learned to heard way not to mess with the angel. It wasn't long before he found himself on the main road again, seeing that he went in a great circle.

"Great, focus Logan, you're not going to get any food at this rate."
He said to himself.

The scouts at the head of the formation stopped near the man named Logan and pulled out a drawing then nodded.
"You sir! Are you Logan Weber? The king of our great land requests your presence" he says as the rest of the group caught up. Brac standing out quite noticably among the rest of the soldiers.

His grey eyes narrowed as he heard the group approach. He turned to face them, folding his feathered wings closer to his back. At the same time resting his left hand on the hilt of one of his katanas.

"I am, For what is the king in need of my presence for?"

He asked in a deep voice, in a tone suggesting he wasn't all to trusting of this group.

"Our kingdom is on the brink of war. We suspect the enemy are using dark magics. So he is summoning anyone of supernatural persuasion to advise his generals and make an offer to aid us" the soldier says.
The lieutenant behind him nodded to confirm the notion. "We must make haste...the king is getting impatient with this war. The sooner the better".

He stared at them silently for a long moment, obviously thinking about it. His grey eyes clouded over with thought. He had nothing better to do, nothing holding him here in this place. Why not do something that may win him a high spot in this world's society. After a moment he gave a short nod, moving his hand away from his katana.

"Lead the way."

*Track,will hop in when you guys reach the castle place. My character will already be there.*