He awoke with a start, for the third time this week alone. Rather than trying to go back to sleep, which he knew he wouldn't be able to do, he rolled over to his katars. He thought about the evils he had seen and the friends he had lost. His thoughts darkened, and he felt his anger and sorrow building up inside of him, threatening to overtake him again. The ground was cold, but he wasn't a bit chilled, not as long as he knew what lived inside of him. Proteus stood up, walked to the opening of the tent and drew it back slowly taking in the serenity of the deep night around him. Then he stepped out into the night, cautiously, always preparing himself for some unseen enemy; such was his training. As he looked around, he relaxed because he knew he had nothing to fear, for no one ever has or ever will know where to find him. He thought about the trip to Ensieg that lay ahead of him, and the job that awaited him when he arrived there. He relaxed and looked up to the sky above him. Looking about it, he noticed there was an odd color in it, not the normal deep violet it had held ever since he could remember, but there was a fiery red in the background of the sky…
Guyon had been awake for many hours, it seemed to him, and he had not once grown tired. As he tidied up the church where he and his traveling band of Paladins had housed themselves for the night, he thought to himself; turning over the age-old battle with the great demon, Belphegor. He pushed these thoughts back down, because this wasn't something he cared to see again. Once was more than enough for him. He decided to go outside and get some fresh air and to clear his head; so he gently pushed the massive doors to the great stone church open, just enough so he could slip outside. The cold air rushed into his face, draining its warmth. Unwavering, he stepped into the freezing air and sat on the great stone steps. Noticing a blood red color in the sky, the kind that appears when the sun is about to set, and makes the sky slowly bleed as it descends to sleep, he felt the battle rushing back to him, cascading into his memories as the dam he built to hold it all fell away. As he drown under the weight of his memories, he couldn't shake the feeling of something evil looming over him...
Odin, the leader of the Druids hailing from forests surrounding Scosglen was up early this morning, rising to greet the sun as it rose over the canopy of their forest home like he did every day since he had married Cailleach. He looked into the hazy sky, and he thought of the battle with Belphegor, and the destruction that he and his legions unleashed. The pure evil that enshrouded the land was more than enough to dissuade even the strongest from their faith. Odin however, was devout to his druidic principles and found his strength in the land around him. It was this that kept him strong in the battle against Belphegor, and what helped him to persevere in the face of such evil. He prepared himself for the day ahead of him, and glided down the massive oak staircase to the forest outside. The trees screamed with cries of pain, but they fell on deaf ears; as Odin was too focused on other things at the moment. For this reason, Odin would never forgive himself. Evil would drive it's way back into the land, and because Odin hadn't heeded it's call, he would have to pay...