The man strode from the ship, his ragged brown cloak wrapped around him. The sound of leather hitting metal gave away that the man was armed. He hugged himself against the sea wind as he disembarked onto the beach. His auburn hair cut to a shoulder length trailed from beneath his hood, and beneath the hood lay a face that while not pretty, was at least noble in bearing. He smiled as he looked along the lands.

"Yes, this is what I was sent back for. This land needs the hand of Tempus, the sword of the Red Knight. It needs the arm's of war to protect it. I have much work to begin."

With these words the Knight known as Calin Katar left the sandy beach, and began his climb to the fortress beyond. A stone stronghold known as Wiltun, and a place he felt in need of his blade.

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"