The Magic always bring unlimited power to the knowings and handlers.
You extraordinary way to control nature elements, and even create things that poor mind people,
never would be able to imagine.
There was a time where many has access to the Magic. And many power in the hand of many it is
not something that could have a certain kind of control. Several wars has being waged by simple
reasons. But the war called Apocalipse, where the entitled knights the Ironwalkers, the ones who are
against magic, managed to abolish their use and its knowledge disclosure, killing almost half million
handlers of magic, and even the biggest Masters of Magic, as know as Fawerlings. They gave end order
to this era, giving start to a brand new world where the source of power where the smithies and the power
demonstration was pouring blood using metal.
- Benark, Nicolas Benak. He would not deserve being a Ironwalker an even less a king.
- With all reason, my master.
- I was there. I have saw when his brother, with a flow movement, but relentless, crossing the fire flames,
stabbed the sword in his hearth, killing the las Fawerling. Changin our history at this moment, a moment
that i will never foget.
- Sorry, Master, but how King Nicolas brother died even before reaching the king's throne?
- Was him. That coward who makes him felt from tower. Taking his years of war glory to him. He did nothing
besides fooding horses and hunting bunnies while we was fighting. He didn't killed only his brother, but everyone
who saw the act. I was the only survivor. I told him that i understood, that i know how to be the shadow of someone
for long time. I promissed to tell nothing to anybody. And he had mercy for me.
- Sorry again, Master. But why did you tell me?
- I don't know. I'm drunk and i trust you, my your servant, Allan. Now take these coins and pay the bill. I'm going to
talk to Lady Bernice upstairs.
- One last question, my master, if it would not bother your.
- At will, my dear.
- You, sir, in place of King Nicolas, would do the same?
- No.
He goes upstair and Lady Bernice gets talking fast:
- Devon, where are your servant?
- He is downstairs, paying the bill, my lady.
- You need to beware with him.
- What? Bernice, what are we talking about here?
- One of my bird told me the King blackmailled him to spy on you.
- I... I can't believe. After these years...
I need to go, my lady. Sorry. And thanks for that vital information.
- You know that i would do anything for you, Devon.
Devon goes downstirs, with hurry and search for his servant, Allan. The bartender, says:
- My lord, the young leave the coins over the table and got out without talking. Anything wrong?
- I did a unacceptable mistake, my dear Hank.
The Pub's door
The door of the bar seemed a silk cloth in front of the impulse truths that Devon was
giving each step he needed to reach Allan, before he came to the King
The city's population never seen a knight in armor running out of both
battlefield, yet an Ironwalker.
History Idea for Game Project - Ironwalkers
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