An Epic Tale

Standing at the top of the largest building within his personal realm, Scar felt something change in Lore. Becoming impatient, with the lack of any other presence within his realm, Scar began to formulate a plan.
“I think this time I may take part within the upcoming events. Yeah……that’s good.”
In a slight maniacal laugh, Scar began to walk towards his armory. Reaching the wall, Scar took in a deep breath and punched it with enough force that the entire dimension shook. After several moments, the wall began to disintegrate revealing a hidden stash of weapons. Quickly placing his back to the wall, Scar commanded his armor to attach itself to his body. In a few deft motions, the harness had secured itself to his body. Turning around, Scar reached both hands into two separate holes in the wall. With a satisfying *Snap* sound, two hidden blades clasped onto his arms. Pulling down two katanas, scar deftly strapped them both to an opposite hip. Reaching down into a hidden compartment within the wall, Scar pulled out two twin blades, handles made of ivory and ebony. Strapping both blades to his sheath’s that wrapped around his legs, Scar began to stand. Almost forgetting, Scar reached up into a hidden compartment at the top of the wall. Reaching in, Scar pulled out a belt of throwing knives, which he strapped around his abdomen. Walking over to an opposite wall, Scar took out both his twin knives and plunged them into the wall. With a twist, the wall began to slide down into the floor. Walking into the hidden room that had been behind the wall, Scar finally reached his scythe.
“Hello Slayer, are you ready to play?”
“I thought I’d never get to have fun again!”
Reaching over, Scar took down the magical talking scythe from its pedestal. Carefully, Scar strapped the mighty weapon onto his back. Walking towards the door, Scar managed just enough thought to latch his favorite black and red cloak onto his harness.

After finishing the process of getting ready, Scar walked over to the balcony that looked over his entire dimension.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”
Raising his hand in a deft motion, Scar shot a beam of dark energy onto the ground miles below. Hopping onto the rail of his balcony, Scar starred inquisitively as the dark energy started swirling. As the swirling reached its max speed, Scar began to make out images of Swordhaven on the other side.
“Wow, seems like Hell broke loose.”
Taking a leap of faith, Scar dove towards the swirling mass of darkness. As his body began to touch the portal, it kept going through into the world that was Lore. Now hundreds of feet in the air above solid ground, Scar flared his wings. Looking around, scar found himself above what looked like a ghost town.
“Man, I am glad that worked.”
“You mean, you didn’t know whether or not the portal would work!”
“Just be happy it did, Slayer.”
“Whatever!”
In a moment, Scar had landed and had begun to search for the disturbance he had felt earlier. Pulling out his cloak, Scar quickly put it over his body; he didn’t want to scare anyone off. Walking around, Scar began to look signs of life,

Walking east eventually finding the now unkempt swordhaven road the lady in white slowly makes her way to oaklore taking in the forest in its odd peacefulness. The trees swayed in the summer breeze and the birds chirped as if nothing in life was to care about, the trees branches seemed to span like arches far over the road and many debris from trees cluttered on the road.

"Wherever swordhaven is, it must not be much popular" she said.

Slowly she made her way.