In a place, high in the mountains. A knight was cleaning his blade - having been sent by the royalty of this land to go and kill the wyvern that had terrorizing the countryside.

His armor was a lighter shade of grey, with the motif of a double-headed eagle, inscribed in blue. He was rather, to be honest. Ever since he had discovered, that he possessed 'holy' powers - he had been trained like no other.

Raised as a knight, he soon was bestowed the title of Paladin. A title of ages past, about legendary warriors of great virtue and might. And it was true, no monster could withstand the runes on his blade.

With that notion, Arakon finished cleaning his blade and started his treck down the mountain to collect his reward.