[center][h1][color=00aeef]Lyonel Eisen[/color][/h1][@thewizardguy] [@ScoundrelQueen] [@VitoftheVoid][/center]

The discolored, empty landscape that stretched for miles to comes, devoid of nothing but gray plains and a lone figure that traversed the aptly named Ashlands. White armour, white hair and pale complexion Lyonel stands completely out of place in the sea of grays, the very same individual bear no signs of being weary from his weeks of travel by his lonesome. A short sabbatical from his duties in Erubesco as a Knight among its Royal Military was much needed and even he, self-claimed as one of his Majesty's most loyal servants, needed some ample downtime. 

Rocky gravel would crumble under the step of his metal boot as he makes his way to what he remembers to be the closest  town on the route back to the Kingdom, the sun would shine down onto himself as he walked across the plains of the Ashlands. He was far from being hopeful of reaching Erubesco by today so he shall have to make due with resting for the night somewhere in the isolated town. Climbing up an ashen hill Lyonel would come across the sight of several worn-down buildings scattered across near the foot of the hill, he promptly treks down to the edge.

Seeing the shabby cesspool of a town, the living condition would most definitely fall far short to the Kingdom's and he couldn't help but sympathise with the residents, it was only a few years ago that he found himself doing what he needed to make it out alive. The sacrifices of others and one Knight's act of kindness had led him to where he was now and there were only so many words to describe his gratitude, which can only.. 

His line of thought would be interrupted as he would catch the sounds of a struggle not far from where he was, immediately he leaves for where the sounds had originated from, most likely a brawl here was little more than a common occurrence nevertheless his curiosity had been piqued. Lyonel would be treated to the sight of a three-way deadlock between a man with a mask, another man with dark, metallic skin and a red-haired woman who towered over the two, who instantly caught his attention. The Viking.. ever since he had left for his sabbatical not once did he come across another hailing from Erubesco and for the first time in weeks he finds Kora Norrevinter, another accomplished Knight with power to match his own, failing to fend off the metal man whilst being under fire by the masked man. A sudden chill falls upon the battle as Lyonel wastes no time to jump into action.

While the Ashlands were nowhere near as hot and dry as a desert still the level of water vapour present had gave him only so much ice to work with, this definitely would have been a problem if it weren't for his for ample foresight to internally conserve moisture during his weeks of travel. Frost forms as vapour crystallises, body temperature reaching subzero and with a wave of his hands, a cluster of tall ice shards would cascade towards Kora and the metal man, aiming to forcibly separate the two as they will find a ice wall materialised between the both of them. The Knight draws his sword, levelling the long steel blade at the masked man to discourage further action from him.