[i]The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard as a figure came into the sight of the red-headed woman, one that didn't understand where he was, or relatively, what was going on at all. All he saw was a woman dragging what looked like an innocent, and he that he had already drawn one of his weapons in his own haste.[/i] [u]"...Stop."[/u] [i]A booming masculine voice sounded from the newcomer, who was clad in a suit of shining steel and ivory armor, a thick fur cape hanging by his shoulders upon his back. His helmet was shaped like the soulless face of a regal figure that had lived long ago, a slight crown placed above it. The man himself stood at a height of six foot eleven, with a slender yet seemingly muscular frame. Within his left hand was a jagged, charred blade, about six foot one and burnt as if it had been left in the fires of Hell itself. [/i] [i]This man's name was Olythran, one of the last of Eleum Loyce's proud knights.[/i] [u]"What did that man do to you...to deserve such a terrible fate such as death?"[/u]