[Farron Keep.]
[During the early years, the land that lays around you is full of bright and vibrant color.]
[But now, it’s dark and grim. The pastures and fields of crops that once made this village thrive have been turned to wilt.]
[A player spawns in dawned in black and yellow, his hair tinted by just a touch of light purple.]
[Jasper Redgrave.]
[And he’s weilding a large scythe!]
[Beside him spawns an NPC.]
“As you can see, the village of Farron Keep has been over ran by the one they call The Pestilence.”
“Should you value your life, turn back now.”
“If it’s power which you seek, ahead you will find a door. This door has remained locked for many moons. It is guarded by the one they call Nergal. She slays all those who stands against her, using their lifeless bodies in an attempt to unlock the door.”
“Many men have tried to slay The Pestilence, to bring life back to Farron Keep, and all have failed. Defeat her, and an endless supply of power belongs to you.”
[Jasper smirks.]
[And he dashes forward, sprinting off in the direction of the door.]
[Soon, he is swarmed by a cloud of many insects that slowly fan out to make a large dome around him.]
[The door lies ahead, and before it, The Pestilence.]
“Nergal, The Pestilence..”
“Many may have forgotten, but I have not.”
“Perhaps even you have forgotten all that you’ve done. All the despair that lies in your wake.”
“You’re the one responsible for levels of Arcadia being left to rubble and decay. You’ve taken the fruition’s of Arcadia’s Farron Keep and you turned it from what was once a bustling district and left it to rot.”
[Jasper’s character strikes forward, meeting The Pestilence in the center of the domain with a struggle for position. Each of them vying for position as Jasper continues to speak.]
“Now, like a pack of wolves, you and the rest of Apokalypsis lurk the shadows looking for the key. No matter the cost, you wolves would stop at nothing to bring someone to the door if they were possibly the key.”
[The Pestilence spins and goes for a heavy attack, but Jasper parries it and rolls away.]
“You’ve spent months looking for this key. Many of hands have come to touch that door, yet none of them have been able to open it. Who knows how much further you’re willing to go to open that door.”
“And you’ve done it all on a whim. Heresay.”
“I’m not the evil villain around here, it’s you.”
[Redgrave rolls in, slashing at The Pestilence again.]
[AND AGAIN!]
“And it’s time that you answer for the ruin which you’ve left in your wake.”
[Slash, slash, roll, slash.]
[The avatar of Jasper strikes forward and brings The Pestilence to it’s knees.]
“Don’t fret, you’re only the first to bow to the Lord of Cinder.”
[FLASH!]
[Jasper strikes forward one last time, the head of The Pestilence falling to the ground.]
[Fade.]