A being appears from the twisting nether, far from any known life. A man shrivelled with age steps from the void, tearing through the atmosphere. He steps slowly, using his staff as if a walking stick, he walks with deffinate age in his step and very much wieghed down by his plate armor and thick fur cloak that sat above it.
The strange man scoped the horizon, looking through the eyes of his Kobuki mask, he noticed a large pire on the distance. Was this what he seeked? The man slowly walked towards a hill that would give him better view. Upon noticing it's heavy guard he sighs heavily then makes head for where he knew a village would be. Kind rest with the folk would do him good before a great conflict.
Although ages he managed to make his way to the village in a short time. Strangely peaceful place, considering what continent it was on. He wandered the cobbled streets in search for food and shelter but instead found a pub. As of which he could smell the great wonderous foods and beverages. He slowly creeps through the door and notices a huge commotion. A group of thugs had decided to brandish the pub with their name and the blood of whoever stood in their way. "Hey! Old man, you be'er leave or we'll rip ya'part!" The thug spoke with bad grammar and spat black slime from between his filthy teeth everytime he opened his mouth. The old hermit just continued to enter the bar. "That's i', you're gonna ge' i' now!" The group of five walked over to the old man with their jagged knives bare out, drenched in blood. As the thugs got within a few feet of the old man's personal space something strange happened, the thugs started to stab themselves. The man merely sat down at the bar and the thugs had already killed themselves. A grand cheer filled the room as the living were set free. One of the busty barmaids rewarded the man with a drink of his choice.
"The strongest." Was what he found pleasure in so the lady poured him a mug of what they called 'Southwater Brew', a thick, dark brew that hissed with flavour. The man merely drank it through the slit in his mask and winked to the lady, it was barely seen through the small eye holes of the mask "Jertz is my name." He said in his withered and muffled voice. He let out a gasp of pleasure upon the last gulp of the drink before he was kindly lead to his room.
The room he was given was the pub's best, so they said. A huge bed with royal drapes on the sides, well positioned in a perfectly dashing room. Jertz didn't need all this comfort but he thought it'd be a nice change. He lay rest in the large bed, not taking off the armour nor cloak. His white enchanted stave merely levitated beside him as he caught his 40 winks.
Come Morning Jertz decided to search about town, see if their was anyone that knew about what the huge pire and how the best way would be to get in.