[u][b]The Forgemaster[/b][/u]

Blood spilled and fingers moved for the first time in a millennium. That was the only sign at first that Kozz, an unlikely angel in his grotesque one eyed form, had too been freed by the sacrifice of the devoted. It amazed him that one mortal could do so much. It bothered him that a human could be so foolish. The angels were free, but so were the demons. What human could consider that a fair trade? No one would be safe now he and his brethren once more walked the earth. This day promised to be the first of an ensuing dusk, the sunset of human civilisation and the coming of night and eternal strife. The Cyclops saw all this and shook his head, realising for the first time that much time had passed and conflict had already begun, and been resolved, as he pondered. No matter though, nothing would change through idleness. Only action could fix the mess that a single short-sighted human had provoked.

Kozz the Forgemaster, cyclops and reluctant supporter of Eyra, stepped away from the defiled bowl and looked about himself with one great eye. It was at that moment Chinasa saw fit to drain the prison of colour, and the whiteness spread like a disease. Kozz watched but he did not speak. Blood was being shed and the white-king had fled up the great stairwell. The Forgemaster remembered the way. He knew the prison well. He had helped forge the chains. 

With a slow ponderous walk, he followed the path laid out by Chinasa in his speedy departure. There wasn’t really any who could pose him significant threat in the prison, nor did he particularly fear death. At worse, he would be slain here and then be reborn, now that the well was destroyed his spirit could not be contained. With that in mind, the Cylops mounted the stairs and followed the path he knew. Others fought around him, some had already finished their battles, and their aggression drew the attention of what guards remained. Those who struck at Kozz found their weapons rebounded off his leathery hide, or he caught their spears and snapped them with efficiency. He still suffered many wounds, but it bothered him not.