Shadows Incendiary - Fire Magic

The Wrath of the Red Knight

             Mounted high atop a hill watching the grasses billow in the fields below was a man who would be king. The storm winds caused his crimson and ash colored cloak to whip behind him creating quite the intimidating figure as he sat looking onward. Beyond the plains was a city, still in its adolescent stages it was not a bustling metropolis, but a simple walled and lightly fortified collection of buildings that included a temple, guild hall, barracks, shops, and homes for its citizens. A second set of walls could be seen from where the warlord perched. The old greying stone of the walls there were in stark contrast to the brightly polished stone of the outer walls. While the outer walls were fixed with a massive pair of wooden doors that could be closed and barricaded in times of invasion, the inside walls had a large but aging iron portcullis that was attached between two squat guard-towers. ‘Remnants of the First Keep’ – Ailox thought as he eyed the aging square structure that stood dark on the edge of a massive cliff facing the sea. A large portion of the cliff had fallen away years ago taking half-of the First Keep with it. The other half stood abandoned. A historical beacon left to impress upon those that came here that civilized people were living here long before this age ever began.