[center][b]Waleskevon[/b]

[b]Location; Actium[/b][/center]

Wal set off from the monk sanctuary with little to aid him. The monks had decent amount of money stored up from dealings with people. Most was from donations made after the monks helped people. Wal took a small amount of it to help on his journey, but he wouldn't bring himself to take anymore. Wal knew he was going to need help. Information was the first thing he would search for though. Actium was two days ride by horse from the sanctuary. Wal would be fine making the trek in the same time by foot. The first night outdoors was rainy. He spent the night resting under a tree. His sleep was still comfortable as he had trained himself to endure the elements, and he enjoyed the feel and smell that rain brought about. He ate random foliage and fruit he found along the way to sustain himself. 

He arrived late the second day and chose to sleep outside the outskirts of the city. That night was quiet and rather foggy. The eerie night kept the sentries on higher alert. Wal felt the night was out of order as well, and he was right. Several undead had managed to wander out of the forest and made their way through the fog. Wal spotted them shortly before a sentry raised the alarm of intruders. A few militia collected in front of the gate, prepared to stop the undead from entering, but waiting for more reinforcements before going out to meet them. Wal had nothing to wait for and began for the undead. He could sense most were rather weak, but one had a more powerful negative presence about it. He met the undead shortly before the militia had arrived to help. He had already disarmed a spear from one of the undead and effectively dis-armed it as well. The militia were slighly confused at first, but quickly engaged the rest of the undead with Wal. Two of the soldiers were cut down by the ax of a mighty undead orc with an oozing black aura. Wal quickly confronted the orc monstrosity with his spear. Wal made no initial attacks, as he drew the attention of the angry beast. It made several wild swings until finally made the move Wal was waiting for. The orc swung the ax down and planted it firmly into the ground. For the moment it stuck in the ground, Wal pierced the orcs hands just above the ax's shaft and lept on top of the shaft forcing it out of the beasts hands. He spun his spear and used the blunt end to knock the orc back a few steps. He then quickly picked up the heavy spear and laboriously swung it at the now charging orc. He cleanly struck the orc's neck and severed it's head. Following the weight of the swing of the ax he avoided being plowed by the momentum of the lifeless body. The militia were finishing the rest of undead and a few watched in amazement as Wal finished the incredible being. A captain of the men confronted Wal. 

"Well thank you for the help. I'm not sure what we would have done against that monster. You seem to be on our side, but who are you and where did you learn to do that." Wal tilted his rice hat back to reveal his features. [b][color=9e0b0f]"My name is Waleskervon. Most refer to me as Wal. I am a monk from the sanctuary that is South East of here. I have come to destroy the source of these creatures. I don't have much to offer, but any information you could provide would be much appreciated."[/color][/b] The captain had heard of the monks, but never knew this was the extent of their power. He didn't think they would ever be offensive either, but the world needed all the help it could get now to fight the new threat. "You can keep your money. Anyone fighting those things is welcome. Unfortunately I don't know much. I do know that the undead power has been growing recently. I've never been to the tower either. You would have to talk to the scouts for that. Crazy bunch those ones, going out there all the time. I don't have that sort of courage. Even though they're a part of the militia they stay pretty private. The best guess I can give in finding them is getting lucky and running into them at a pub. Are you planning on keeping that ax as well. It doesn't seem to suit you?" The massive ax was very out of place being wielded by the thin elf. [b][color=9e0b0f]Thank you for your help, and yes I will keep it. There's something off about this ax. It holds a negative aura all it's own. I want to find someone who can analyze it. Thank you for your service. I'll be off now."[/color][/b]

On that note Wal dissapeared into the city. He wandered the city, occasionally stopping in pubs to see if he could pick up on any interesting conversations. He wandered until morning with no avail and continued deeper into the city throughout the day. The locals gave him a wide birth unsure of his intentions, walking around with a giant negative ax and all. This made his search even more difficult, but around mid afternoon something rather interesting caught his eye. As he was passing by he felt a very strong source of positive energy. He turned to see a man with a horse helping a little girl, whom Wal could have sworn was hurt a moment ago, but was now fine. Wal was unsure whether or not to bother the man, but he was on a mission and he was getting tired of finding no help. He walked up to the man and got his attention. [b][color=9e0b0f]"Excuse me sir I couldn't help but notice you helping that girl and I was wondering if you could help me as well. I'm looking to destroy this undead curse and I was wondering if you had any information that could help me?"[/color][/b]