Noble Knight

The dark soldier, Averos, swiftly rides up the large dark mountains that hang in the grey skies over the dark landscapes of your domain. his cold steel sword brandished at his hip. The Knight knew who dwelled up at the sumit, he was here for a reason. As his horse rode further up the rocky mountain, he couldn't help but glance at the large dead trees far below. It was quite a drop...but the Knight brushed that thought off as he continued to ride higher, he exhaled sharply as the scent of fire smoke filled the air, he gripped the reigns tighter. Slight dread pooling in his gut.

Averos knew you were up there, the Dark Lord of the mountains of Evros. Bringer of death and shadows. You had been ruler of those mountains and the dark plains for practically centuries. He was sick of it. Not that you had done anything much. But your little cult minions really pissed him off. He knew, if you want to flush out the worker bees you go for the Queen. "Though shalt feel my blade" he spat from beneath his weighty helmet, All that can be heard is the sharp skid of his steeds thundering hooves against the black rock, as he charges forwards into the dark mouth of the cavern to come face to face with the great being in the flesh.