[color=f7976a][u][center][b]Ser Llanowaar, Hunter of Unkindled[/b][/center][/u][/color]

Llanowaar listened intently to his foes, taking in their thoughts as the words escaped their lips. With each word that spewed, his inner struggle ravaged intensely as he tried to maintain his composure. Swinging his weapon from his shoulder, he firmly slammed the blade into the moist undergrowth between his feet. Placing both hands atop of the pommel of “Requiem,” the warrior lowered his head as he began faint whispers to himself. Incantations did not echo off of his tongue since he didn’t believe in sorcery-use, but simple words to calm himself did. It mattered not if his enemies overheard his words, they too would become whispers of the past soon enough. His ears took in the sounds of new members entering the area they all currently occupied. Heavy and light armor, mushing around in the muck they all found themselves in gave him an idea of who to strike against first.

Then, the smell of the air changed as suddenly as the air pressure around them; causing his empty-filled eyes to reopen. Something was approaching, something that was quite large and quite fast; a draconian monster perhaps? Then, the sound of a final bell toll echoed through the land with a deafening crash followed closely with the sounds of woodlands crackling. The very ground seemed to shake uncontrollably, which would cause a lesser man to stumble. Looking up into the skies above, the shadow of their newest foe flew directly over them. As one of the others asked for orders, Llanowaar took “Requiem” in-hand and placed it back onto his shoulder; beginning his stride towards the flying creature. He has learned over time, the bonfire will keep most at bay who seek to harm its occupiers but this beast wasn’t just “most.” The Unkindled may be his sworn enemies, but the Wyvern would make his mission more difficult if it wasn’t addressed first. 

[color=fff200]”This beast must fall from the heavens…”[/color] Llanowaar muttered to himself.