Kane shuffled lightly on his feet, even for his weight and size. His half-elf heritage less than apparent in his relatively rotund form. He was a very heavy half-human, let alone elf, but it added for some friction in these slippery conditions.

He made it to the large stone fountain in the middle of the town square the tavern bordered. He sat down at the edge of hte fountain and stared into the crystaline casing over the water of the fountain. It hadn't completely frozen yet, he could still see the water beneath the ice.

The air stung his lungs with each breath he took, a waft of steam coming from his mouth with each exhale.

"Long days, longer nights," He whispered to himself, thinking of everything that was happening, that had happened. It was all almost too much for him. He looked at the fountain and thought back to the days of the Spoke Wars with the heroes; Dominic Owen, Damian Isaak, Garok Stormwind, Balannaer the Swift and the others of the Blood Oath who promised themselves by blood to each other at this very spot. "Heh, the past," He said aloud, it was something he dwelled on too much. He hadn't written an entry in his journal in a very, very long time, the importance of it being lost to him. His father retold every one of his adventures in that book, but Kane's didn't seem to be of import... it was the life of an ordinary adventurer... looking to serve a better cause.

Kane let out a long sigh and continued to sit there, he created a fireball in his hand and tossed it about. He stopped and stared into the flame, the licking tongues bringing life into his body, and warmth. He looked back to the fountain, to the frozen water, and pondered for a moment of an oath he may now make.

Kane flicked his wrist and tossed the ball into the air, higher and higher. He then concentrated on the frozen water and lifted it out of the fountain and cracked it, then tossed it aside. Very mundane use of magic, but it served it's purpose. He then focused on creating an orb of ice, as he did many times, but rather than pull it from the air around him, he pulled it, the ice, from within the statue of the fountain, pulling the remains out, cleaning it out completely and letting the orb crystalize and drop to the ground, shattering.

He looked up as the ball of fire came back down to him and caught it in his hand, the flames snapping at his flesh but harming him not. He tossed the ball of flame into the circular basin of the fountain, then began summoning another, and another after that, pouring the flame into the fountain. He began to summon another, but halted the process as he brought the flame up the fountain, to sprout from the mouth of the fountain, back into the basin, as the water once had.

He watched as all three heads of the dragon spit flame into the basin and bring it around to spit it back out. He smiled...

Footsteps pattered on the ground as Luther walked over, his head lower than usual towards Kane. He had obviously used a little magic for the fountain spewed fire as opposed to water. This made Luther smile, as even an element that is often found with destruction looked rather beautiful in this instance.

Luther cared not if Kane had noticed his presence. He stopped to the right of him, never taking his eyes off the fountain. He opened his mouth but paused, to find the words to say, "It's strange isn't it, the ways of life and death".

Luther held out his hand and created a light right in the place of the Dragon's eye, now a white light shone, seeming to bring the Dragon to life along with the fire Kane fed through the fountain.

"I thank you for telling me, I would rather hear it from a brother than find out the....hard way..." Luther had to look up to see Kane's face, but then turned back to the fountain, he did not know why, but he enjoyed the warmth of the fire and the sight of it.

"I know they died honorably, I cannot ask for more than that."

Avye had left the tavern a few hours earlier and spent her time wandering around the ground. She eventually came across a large fountain. It was beautiful to be sure. Kane and Luther were there, too.

"Luther, I'm sorry to hear of your family. It must be hard. Kane, how are you?" Avye went closer and waited for a response.

Luther turned to face Ayve who had come to the fountain. He heard her apology, though short it was, Luther could sense that it was most sincere.

"Thank you Ayve, I needed to hear that..."

Luther turned a little bit and faced the fountain again. He tried to hide it but he raised his arm to wipe a tear from his right eye. He sniffed slightly and breathed out. He managed to calm himself again.

I will destroy the evil who killed my family

Luther turned back to Kane to see if he would respond to Ayve. Kane seemed just as quiet as Luther was right now, it was a dark time for everyone.

"Years ago," Kane said, nodding his respectful thanks to Avye before he began. "At this very spot, many of the Spoke Wars heroes drew their own blood and with it made a pact to stick together until the very end."

He looked back to the fire, the flames dancing in his eyes. "Luther, Lithuin, Armond and I have all made a similar, familial-like pact to one-another through the Brotherhood. Now, that seemingly great power dwindles before this tyrant of a plague."

He took his eyes away and closed them, a silent tear falling from his right eye, no disclosure of pain crossing his face, just the tear.

"Every day we find ourselves struggling to survive, bit by bit clawing, striving for every inch on the endless battlefield before us. If it is never going to be enough, one would ask another what purpose is there to continue fighting."

Kane turned back to the fire and looked straight at the glowing eyes of the dragon's head, seemingly more alive than ever before.

"Because if we don't, we leave the rest of the world to suffer at this monsters hands. For it is upon us to do the actions that need get done to not suffer this plague and the nemesi of the world. We cannot let this claim much more than it has now, and we cannot let Viper and his higher-ups and lesser minions destroy a world our ancestors and the Heroes faught so hard to forge... I won't let it."

Kane sat down on the edge of the fountain, the heat from the fire warming his back in the frigid weather.

"Yet, we're so seperate, so distant from one another that we argue and complain and fight against each other more than the common enemy. The Solarian Guard is the only ally we have that's of substantial merrit... but will they be enough if we can't work together?"

Kane sighed and shook his head. The world was coming down around him, his words weighed heavily. It wasn't looking good.

The air was brisk and the journy was long from the ocean but Merrik needed to see the fountain from the legened with his own eyes.

Hands in his pockets Merrik walced into the town square slowly examining it. The area was just as the Monk had described, it almost seemed as if he was destined to one day travle to all of the Spoke Wars famous areas around the world.

He smiled as the others talked Merrik observed and let it all sink in.

"So this is really it..." Merrik whispered

"Its even more beautiful than I had imagined." Merrik said looking over the area slowly with a smile.

Lithranol's footsteps crunched softly in the ice and snow as he approached the light of the fountain. He looked at the three standing by the area and smiled. He was glad that Luther, and even Kane, were okay. As much as he disagreed with the mage, he was an ally, for better or for worse. As he approached the fountain, he noticed a familiar sillouhette in the distance. Merrik. he approached the half-canishan, getting a better view of the man who was so important to Havik.

"Merrik... we need to talk."

Merrik heard a voice behind him.

Turning Merrik saw Lithranol.

Responding Merrik said "Very Well..."

Luther turned around to see Lithranol making his way towards Merrik who also had joined the group by the fountain. Luthe felt better after talking to Kane and Ayve, he had friends still, friends who would be there for him.

Luther heard a grumbling sound and looked down. His stomach growled for food, he had not eaten a hearty meal in a long time.

"I am going back inside for some food, some meat would really hit the spot,"

Luther turned around and headed back inside the tavern.

((Read Passing on before this post))
((Gordo once again if this is not okay tell me so))

Carrying Kanes body into the place where the fall of the golden age really began, was the land of the blood oath. The fountain in the town square. Fates had been sealed in this square, only at the dead hours of the night. Merrik held Kane in his arms.

"Kane, its not much but its what you would of wanted, a heros and and the symbol of a new life, after this illness, a new REAL golden age." Merrik said as he slumped Kanes body down at the edge of the fountain.

Merrik drew the sign of the reapers in oil on Kanes forhead. "Its so a part of me will die with you my good friend." Merrik said as he surrounded the caster with hay and tinder.

Standing over Kane Merrik looked down at the now lifeless caster. "Kane I know your with your father now, and I really can't say I will ever see you again. But please remember that you really meant alot to me no matter how little it seemed." Merrik said as he opened up a pice of paper he had in his pouch.

"Kane one last thing a very wise monk once told me. Things seem as they are, but they are not. No matter how lifeless someone seems, no matter if they have a soul, they will always live on in the hearts of others." Merrik read from the paper.

"and that my friend is you..." Merrik said as he tossed as lit torch on Kane.

The fire lit the cold night sky, the blaze surrounding the trail or oil Merrik lit around the fountain.

Merrik stood as he watched his friend come to peace.