Prolouge
A traveler walks along the dirt path, taken by the many merchants of Elrios. His pack is slung over his shoulder, and his sword is at his hip. He spies a group of people up ahead. As he approaches, he sees that they are gathered around something. Calmly, the traveler asks what is wrong. No one responds, as they appear to be in shock. Pushing through the crowd he glimpses what draws their attention. A grandly dressed man is lying on the ground, barely breathing. Quickly, the traveler unslings his pack and looks for a wound. Touching a burn mark, the man coughs. "Don't worry about me," he says hoarsely. "My message is more important than my life." The traveler asks what happens, but the man only hands him a note. "Please…take this…to…Elder…"the man says, placing the note in his hand before it goes limp. The traveler sighs. He had not been here long, and already he had witnessed death. Standing, he said, "Give this man a burial," but it is to empty air. The crowd seems to have vanished. Then he hears a low chuckle from nearby. Turning, he sees a warrior standing in the shade. "Give me that note, traveler." He asks. "This matter does not concern you." The traveler looks him over, and draws his sword. "I must fulfill this man's dying wish," he says calmly. "and if you are the one who caused his fall, I will teach you the error of your ways." The warrior laughs. "You think you can fight me?" he sneers as he conjures a sword from darkness. "Me, Darkside, the Knight of Darkness?" He cackles loudly. "Because you are new to this land, I will be merciful," he says before attacking. The traveler stands his ground. He knows how he will attack, and as the Knight of Darkness brought down his blade, the traveler brought it up and blocked it. The warrior, not expecting it, staggered backwards. "How..?" Darkside whispered to himself, then he yelled, "Who are you?" The traveler merely put away his blade and replied, "I am called the Doctorman." "Well then, Doctorman," Darkside growled with hate burning in his eyes, "watch your back, because the next time we meet, you won't survive." Then he turned and disappeared into a portal of darkness. Doctorman sighed. He had only just arrived, and he had not only seen death, but had also managed to make an enemy. He began to wonder why he had come in the first place. Remembering the note, Doctorman picked up his pack and, after saying a prayer for the man's soul, continued along the road to Elder. Unbeknowest to him, he was being watched by another mysterious figure. "Could he be the one I am searching for?" it said to itself. "I must keep an eye on this one." It said and it continued to follow in the shadows.