The old man sat in the small canoe, His eighteen year old son rested in front of him; his chin bowed down to his chest, He was asleep. The old man's white beard speckled with snow blew with the breeze of the winter air. A few flakes of snow rested on his eyes. His fur hood was pulled over his head, his mittens covered by the arms of his coat. He paddled through the icy water. He pushed himself forward using his paddle and a floating piece of ice. The end of the Canoe drove it's way up onto the Island of ice.
"Son..."
The young man jolted awake.
"Yes father"
"Were here"
The man jumped out of the canoe he grabbed his travel pack on his depart. His father climbed out also he to had a pack, He pulled the canoe up farther then tied a rope connected to the boat to a ice spike. The wind howled bringing the snow down hard on them.
The old man put out his arm placing it across his son's chest "Wait here"
The man walked around the ice wall, There was a large block of Ice, the man cautiously walked up to the Ice structure. He tore his glove off after placed his palm against the ice., He shook the small amount of water from his hand. The man looked at the ice bewildered. It was luke warm. The man skinted looking hard at the ice, He could make out the shape of a man, with large out stretched wings, his eye's burnt with fire, He stood fierce his arms down at his side. The man looked up to see a strange blade drove into the jagged ice. The man looked down at his belt, he grabbed the rope and began to spin it, he let go the loop wrapped around the hilt. he began to pull down on the rope. The blade began to shift.
The man looked off to his right, there was a dark figure of a wolf gazing at him, it's Ice blue eyes pierced his soul, the wolf tilted it's head back and howled then leaped up onto the ice top and ran off. The man shot his gaze back at the sword, just as he caught a glimpse of it the sword fell to the ground. A large spit of fire shot from the gaping hole, The falling snow melted in the air, The old man gazed in horror. Three more places on the ice cracked and burst forth with flames. the man rolled over onto his knees and scrambled back to his son.
"Run...Run now!" The man shouted
They both ran past the ice wall, as they round the corner they heard something similar to ice shattering and a blade being unsheathed. A large blizzard of snow engulfed the two men. The area went silent. The man and his son burst out of the snow charging for the boat. The eighteen year old boy ran up to the rope bringing his small dagger down on it. His farther sat in the back of the canoe, gesturing with his hand to hurry. The boy pushed the canoe out into the water then jumped in, they both paddled away from the Cursed island. A man with large wings stood on the edge of the ice, The Blade Flamestop in his hands. His eyes burnt with flames, from his right shoulder down to his right hip was ice blue, the rest was either his skin colour or had Flaming Ruins. Thus Flaming Ice Wolf had woke from his slumber, To wreak havoc upon lore was his only mindset.
There was a large black comet like object coming down at him, he slowly began to raise his sword. The mass of black mist landed then burst in front of him. A large man stood before him, he held two large hammers in his hands, His face was shrouded by a dark hood, He had a pair of two large wings, A face rested on each of his shoulders...Past enemies Flame presumed. From the faces blue fire burned. Neither said a word for nearly five minutes until the Angelic man before outstretched a large hand "Names Conquer" Flame grasped it "Names Flameing Ice Wolf" The man before him smiled. "I can tell your no good doer" Flame laughed "You got that right" The man looked at him, his eyes pierced through his skin with a cold chill. "Your not of this realm are you?" Flame asked "No...I from a much more...pleasent place for people like us" He said "Uh huh...Well I would to see such a place"
Flame said crossing his arms "You willing to devote your life and soul to the darkness" Conquer questioned "Will it help me destroy all life on lore?" Flame asked back "Yes it will....And much more" Conquer replied "Is Conquer your whole name?" Flame asked, Conquer let out a laugh "No...It's not...My full name is ConquerOfTheWorlds"
And with that the both burst into a dark mass of energy and shot into the ground. Into a realm filled with tortured souls and burning spirits.They both stood beside each other on a dirt hill. Dead knights with rusted armor lay about them. Swords and pikes where dug into the ground. "Welcome...To The Plane Of Darkness" Conquer said with a outstretched welcoming arm pointed out to the barren land.
Thus WarriorsOfThePlaneOfDarkness began. There names forever burnt into the Loremasters' minds and books.
Warriors Of The Plane Of Darkness
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