In an ancient era of magic; it was a time of turbulence. Wizards from across the lands constantly warred for dominance and control.

Following the rise of a necromancer named Ivor, the Wizard Eater; the war of the lands has come to a temporary ceasefire. Nobles from across the Land of Spring have risen to stop him. Raising their armies and hiring numerous mercenaries; Yarrow is among this number.

A mercenary in the Land of Spring's capital city, Damaris, he is an exile from the northern Land of Winter. Forced to flee southward, he now resides in the city's lowest district.

Receiving a summons from the king, however, his life of hunting thieves and bandits has come to an end as Yarrow makes his way to the city's sky district.

"Didn't think his highness even knew who I was! Guess I'm making a bit of a name for myself, huh?", said Yarrow, grinning from ear to ear.

"You are here because you are disposable. Nothing more nothing less.", the king's guard said as he rolled his eyes.
  Walking through the city's highest district, Yarrow did his best not to look at anyone; Still an outsider, however, he could feel the stares from everywhere. Overwhelmed by the Gothic architecture and the size of the buildings, he did his best to relieve his nerves.
  "As if a man of my caliber would die so easily!", said Yarrow, laughing loudly.
  Annoyed by Yarrow's banter, the king's guard sighed as he and Yarrow approached the castle. Upon entering, Yarrow was surprised to find it was rather austere. Everything was white and made of marble; including the throne.

"Rather boring for a king I'd say.", mumbled Yarrow.

"Zaros, your highness.", the guard said as he took a knee. "I have brought the one you have requested."

Laying eyes upon the throne; Yarrow's face turned to disappointment. Seeing a lavish, smooth-faced man who couldn't be over twenty-five; he doubted he had ever seen combat.

The king's face lit up immediately, "Well, well, if it isn't Yarrow, hunter of brigands, and the hero of the lower levels. You look nothing like any wizard I've ever seen.", said the king; amused and intrigued by Yarrow's fur armor and rugged appearance.

"And you're a bit more…feeble than I imagined you.", Yarrow replied.

Shooting a sharp glare in Yarrow's direction, King Zaros quickly removed it; immediately changing the subject.

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"Let's discuss the matter at hand shall we?", king Zaros continued.

Feeling another presence, Yarrow quickly looked behind him to see another man approaching him. A tall, brown-skinned man with hair like that of a sheep, he looked even younger than the king did.
  Stone-faced, unwavering, and stiff as a board; he was the complete opposite of his highness. Refusing to make the slightest bit of eye contact, he uttered only one word. "Magas."

"Pardon?", asked Yarrow.

"My name is Magas.", he flatly repeated. "I will be working alongside you."

A soft-spoken man, it was unclear whether Magas was frigid, shy, or just dead inside; regardless, Yarrow couldn't help but feel uncomfortable as Magas stood next to him.

"Ivor, the Wizard Eater"; the king interrupted. "He has become a growing menace around this country. At this point, his bounty is going to pierce the heavens themselves.", sighed King Zaros.
  "And you want us to ensure that doesn't happen?", asked Yarrow.

"Had you been hired by those of the lower holds then that would be the case. Honestly, money is the least of my concerns.", said King Zaros as he arose from his throne. "Ivor, however, has become a bit of a bother as of lately.", Zaros continued, pacing back and forth, his voice beginning to rise.

"To surpass my status and reputation? Ridiculous! Only a God could hope to surpass a king!", Zaros exclaimed.

Walking up to Yarrow, he began to speak softly. "He has established himself as worthy of my hatred. You, the northerner, shall be the vessel of my wrath. Last seen headed south toward the Land of Summer, that is where you and Magas shall travel."
  Walking back to his throne, the king placed his hand on his forehead, "You know, Yarrow, in truth I hold no regard for northerners or rogues such as yourself. Do you reckon you know why I called you here above anyone else?", asked Zaros.
  "An ancient magic said to be derived from the Gods themselves. I have sensed the presence of it for years now. I believe you are its source.", said Zaros, his demeanor now stern.

"Tried the whole benevolence thing once and I ended up an exile soon after. I'm just trying to make a living; the powers that be better choose someone else. I don't give a rat's ass about this chosen one ideal.", Yarrow replied, nodding in disapproval.
  "Whether it's benevolent or malicious is unknown to me, but Ivor believes himself its wielder.", said Zaros, smiling once again. "Whatever the matter, Ivor is your only concern. Deal with any that stand in your way as you see fit."

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"Magas.", said Zaros, quickly turning away from Yarrow. "Consider the return to your homeland as your first trial. A land full of those you wished to hide away from will test both your strength and resolve, it was initially to be you alone. Having trained under me for five years now and with the help of our friend here, I expect nothing but success from you.", said Zaros.

"As it shall be my lord.", said Magas, bowing his head.

"Let's get a move on shall we? Been years since I've seen something besides grass and pine trees. The desert will be one hell of a destination.", Yarrow continued as he and Magas strolled out of the throne room.

"Whether he approves or not, fate offers no choice.", Zaros thought to himself. "The second coming of Magistaire…he has finally awakened.", he continued in deep thought, a smirk now across his face. "Who would have thought it was some lowly scoundrel? The world has just gotten much more interesting."

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