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[Alec Leonhar]

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The wind blew violently out at sea near the shores of Vesper. The sun had just set and dockmaster Higgins was heading home when it began to rain. The dock master cursed lightly as his bad luck and began to walk east toward home. What the dockmaster didnt know was in the distance a black ship was edging closely to Vesper and that his living early for home had saved his life.

The ship was like death itself was sailing across the water. It was made of the blackest wood every seen and the sails where made of a grey cloth on the sails was a design of a huge skull with red eyes along the ships side was written the name of the ship. It plainly said "Voyager of Death." There seemed to be no life on the boat. How true that statement was for the person riding the waves in this boat was not alive but a Deamon from another world. The boat slowly and steadly made its way to shore..


Once the boat had droped anchor and the plank was extended out a tall man it looked to be with red hair and eyes of flame steped out of the boat. He was dressed in the darkest of robes and wore a skull ring on one of this hands he bowed his head and kissed his ring while doing this the boat behind he began to burn flame had appeared it seemed out of nowhere. The man looked up after kissing his ring and a smile as evil anything ever seen came on his face. "So this is Britannia." "This is where Brightblade brought which is mine. I shall enjoy bringing the word and ways of Chaos to this land. I shall make this land ours I promise." The man said as if talking to someone near him. He then began to walk north into town in search of one named Alex Brightblade and those called the Guardians of Vesper. He would begin his crusade there...