The mighty steed Slayer slowed from its gallop to a halt.

Blackstone dismounted smoothly and aided Beya down from her horse.

The armored man walked to the edge of a large dark forest.  In the distance, a large clock sat crooked with half of its structure long gone.  Tattered flags of blue, red and white flapped in the wind.  This was once a place called London, a capital city of a land called England.

Like many countries during the Ages, things had changed - for better and for worse.   

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Blackstone reached out into nothingness with his gloved hand.  "You stated this is the place where the portal appears..."  The armored man was always semi-shrouded in shadows, only his eyes showed and they glowed with either burn or simmer.  Standing next to the armored muscled giant, Beya was dwarfed in size.  Yet her eyes drank Blackstone in entirely.

The large, dark crystal in his chestplate reflected a shine of moonlight.

"Yes," Beya answered.  The woman's dark curls were caught by the chilly night air.  "This is where my mistress was said to be held captive!"  Her words were cut off by her breaking voice.  She turned herself into Blackstone's massive form.

He placed his hand on her shoulder in cold comfort. 

"Such a portal will appear just before sunrise.  We camp here.  We wait.  We rest."