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Prologue
A dark robed figure stood silent in the night. The old man leaned wearily on his staff; the staff itself wielding many arcane runes through out its five foot length. The representation of an owl was mounted at the tip. He was surrounded by orcs, outnumbered and overwhelmed. This small clan of orcs, not known for hesitation, watched the man eerily.
"Master?" One orc that knew the basic tongue came forth. "You hold key to Guardian?" Though his vocabulary was limited, it was easy enough to understand what the orc was trying to get across.
The man simply nodded. The orc clan grew excited, the prophesy was coming true, their centuries of devotion finally coming to fruition.
"Lead me to it." The man said softly. He was slowly guided through the ranks of orcs and through the camp they called home to an old and decrepit temple. Markings covered the old temple; no doubt a history of the small clan and their everlasting devotion to their 'God.'
"In there." The orc spoke anxiously as he pointed into the temple. The robed man slowly began towards the entrance when he was cut off by the orc's words. "Master, what is name?"
The man looked back to the orc, his pale blue eyes shining brightly in the night. "My name is Edaran." The man then continued into the temple; an insignia of an owl could be seen on the archway of the entrance.
With a torch in hand the old man slowly navigated the winding corridors of the temple. At each step he could see writings on the wall, telling how the orc clan's god came to be. The old man simply smiled at them, truly understanding the origin of his long lost comrade.
He came to a large iron clad door, the orc words for "Only the master may enter" scratched on its surface. The old man placed his hand on the door and muttered an incantation. He watched as the door screeched and swung open.
The old man grinned as his gaze came upon his companion. A pillar of light shone down onto the shield guardian, webs and dust covering the metallic form. Edaran slowly walked towards the towering giant; it's height reaching thirteen feet. A small tablet was at its feet, the word Kol'Toren inscribed on it.
"Kol'Toren, hmm, a fitting name." Edaran looked back up to the shield guardian, its right hand wielding an enormous axe. He smiled once again, his mind calculating the next steps needed in his plan. He had been reunited with his friend and now Faerun's destruction was fast approaching.