So this is the end the end of it all the void that shall consume all light leaving only pain, misery and suffering to the few unfortunate to remain rang out the voice of an elderly man as he set is visage but a ball of swirling light with images surfacing only   to the be dispersed into fragment of light and dragged back down.

"So this is all the worlds has to hold back a tide of darkness so vile they cause gods to quiver even at they're mere mentioning an armored goliath with a mind and heart for battle yet one also set to the beating of peace.  As well as a clerical figure whose origins are birthed from the very core of nature whose heart see not the reason for violence but yet chose to remain steadfast if it means shielding innocence then it pull him not? And then there the magical influence of one who cast a cleanse flame to the vile heart of man and beast alike see that evil must be purged but by blade but by flame then there's the one cloaked in shadows whose heart burns with hatred to beasts most corrupt most foul who see the weak as their play things who would cast innocence into shadows most long and nightmare most deep who have seen great men bent low with fear and pain and last lies the silent visage of one whose blood is not true who's skin sparks upon blows and whose mind knows no rest whose hammer drives forth the purest form of steel to lash away the shadow of the heart."

"There may be hope yet then for this old fool whose mistakes may yet be undone whose fear may yet not come to fruition but will they listen will they heed my call will they see that this old raven brings not death but brings forth unending light One can only hope but oh reader mine.'

"Soon a darkness shall come yet it is not up to I who heeds the call but those before  me those whose steel has rung true time and time again heeding the call of the righteous."

*Somewhere in a tavern sits a group of heroes whose legends begin this day *

They are the Mighty Vortag Ribos or as many have come to name him Vort the Will of justice His stature sets him at an astounding  7"2 clad in a set of armor that had seen just as much conflict as any other known. Attached at the shoulders rest a cape that in it's prime was a bright vibrant red  deep in shade much like blood it had once billowed in the wind with the grace and majesty of a king but has long since faded and torn it only meagerly flicking the back of his legs at the resting on his back through several well-worn leather loops rests a greats sword of  perfect size and balance being crafted by a true master of smithing with several intrinsic runes carved into the blade glowing akin to hot embers only to the flicker and die. 

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His face a visage of a warrior stone set with cold piercing eyes always glancing around to confirm that it was the time to rest his guard to let some of his humanity slip out and to let his eye return to the warm  gleam that could claim the most distraught of beings his accent thick and at time hard to grasp next to him with eye turned down closed and a peaceful face of rest sits his comrade and friend.

Galahad Seath cloaked in a long leather coat that works to hid his identity  as well las serve as modest protection  soon his eye open to revealing flaming blue gaze and he shifts in his seat  next to him lies a hammer of his own concoction that would strike down foes and show them quite the explosive blowback it handle worn and it surface encroached by many scratches  from the many swing brought by his steadfast hand next resting in a leather holster lies another creation of his mind it feature a smoothbore barrel and a long wooden grip ending with an iron knob as well as a small hammer and a piece of steel that once struck cause a flash that sends forth a cast iron ball that shreds through armor like it were mere paper.

Across from them sits a man cloaked in a black and red robe with a weathered book in his hand and at his hip rests a steel orb the flickers for a moment only to then dull and remain so for the time that a gaze falls upon his interest to the world around him abysmal at best.

Next, to him sits an armor and cloth clad figure of a man who next to him rests a cane with a lion's head at the top with a slender black shaft acting as the cane support but hidden with this cane rests a blade most unique one that in the stead of ending lives it brings forth life for when this blade sinks into a being capable of life it returns what has been lost.  

And finally, there sits a giant as large as Vort by the name of Ashes whose image flickers for a mere moment only to return to that of a human visage hung about his chest rest several hammers, as well as other instruments, meets a smith would carry held  in a bandolier  his eyes glowed a soft orange.

As the five sit around their table either talking amongst themselves or attending other matters soon though a figure slams through the door of the quite tavern shattering the veil of peace that had beset the small establishment and with a heavy breath calls out declaring.

"To any who will heed the call my lord has set me forth across the lands to gather heroes who would see a vile evil put to rest once and for all!! So do any heed the Ravens call?"

Soon the five rise and began to approach the new man in the tavern and simply ask in unison.  

"Where do we begin?" 

And so begins the Ravens tale one that shall be echoed for many years to come.