A New Hero Rises.

The scene before you was like something out of a legend. Several different armies made of various warriors and creatures did battle with one another just outside the village, too busy fighting each other to raid the lightly defended farming village.

Savage Northmen swung their rune etched axes and clashed with the cursed steel of insectoid samurai, while reanimated rotting masses of Undead fought against the cold magical steel of ancient war machines. Eldritch beings from beyond this world did battle against draconian warriors. Trolls and Oni struggled for dominance, their supernatural might tested by each other, ravenous Ghouls gnawed at the armor of Automatons, while Strange Outsiders fought with actual Dragons.

You stared at the six way war going on just outside of your village with wide eyes and gaping mouth in surprise. Shateiel was munching on a snack that you had no idea where she got it from, Lycaon was making criticisms at some of the fighting styles of the combatants, while Arthur looked extremely excited.

You and your friends were soon joined by a few other people, such as the Moon Elf ranger who shared your shocked expression, the Dwarf was giving his tankard's contents a confused glance before shrugging and chugging it down anyway. The High Elf was furiously taking notes of the machines, draconian army, and Outsiders. The Lizardfolk's mouth was hanging open at the sight, before muttering something along the lines of "This was supposed to be a quiet town."

"I need to get my stuff!" Arthur exclaimed before running off, probably to Mirabelle's smithy to pick up his armor and weapon. It was then that you realized that you were still in your casual clothes while there was a massive battle right in front of you. It appeared that you weren't the only one to realize how unprepared they were for something like this.

You run off back to your home next to the local chapel, warning everyone you could see along the way to start evacuating the village. Thankfully no one questioned you, possibly due to the high visibility of the massive melee happening.

You bust through your front door and rush to where you kept your Cleric gear.

[Gained: Light Armor (Cleric), Straight Sword, Round Shield, Holy Symbol, x5 Health Potions, 300 Gold]

Equipping everything and drawing your blade, you rush out and meet up with a freshly armored and armed Arthur, Shateiel, and Lycaon. There was also the Dwarven Gunslinger, Moon Elf Ranger, High Elf Mage, and that mysterious Lizardfolk.

"Well, we're all here, let's get in there!" Arthur shouted before trying to make a beeline towards the fierce battle still happening, only to be pulled back by some unseen force. You noticed that Lizardfolk's eyes faintly glow.

"Are you mad?" The apparently telekinetic Lizardfolk asked. "The eight of us don't stand a chance against such massive forces."

"As much as I hate to admit it, the gecko be right lad." Said the Dwarf, getting an irritated glare from the Lizardfolk. "Even with as much booze I've had today, I ain't drunk enough to believe we could take on these odds."

"So what, do we just run?!" Lycaon shouted, gritting his teeth when the Dwarf nods. "Like Hell I'm leaving anyone behind!"

"Now I didn't say anything about leaving anybody behind lad, so hold your horses." Said the Dwarf while raising his hands. "I'm just saying we go with the rest of the evacuees before whoever wins turns their sights on this town."

You give a glance towards the battle and see that the Undead, Northmen, and Insectoids have been eliminated, leaving only the Machines, Outsiders, and Draconian armies left.

Lycaon still seems angry while Arthur sighs in disappointment, causing Shateiel to start patting her boyfriend on the back.

"I recommend we scavenge for supplies first before leaving, you never know what you might need." Suggested the Moon Elf.

"Good Idea, though we will need to hurry." The High Elf Agreed.

You decide to add you're own two cents in.

[]-Agree to Gathering Supplies before leaving.
-[] But do it quickly, you might not have a lot of time.
-[] Search carefully, you don't want to miss anything important.
[]-Start Evacuating Now, we don't have time to gather supplies.
[]-Eh, We Can Take Them.

"The Temple Destroying Fist: Exile from the Midnight Sun"
Edit: Godamit almost forgot to thank my Betas @lordchaos99 @King Tharassian and @TheBlueHour

The clouds were white and fluffy on this sunny day. The forest was quiet and the waterfall mellow as it fell down with a soft murmur. The grass was a soft carpet covering the ground and its emerald expanse shifted with the wind riding over it, sending ripples all over the field in soft subtle waves. The waters sound brushed the air and added a ringing note like a musical chime to the atmosphere giving the whole scenic picture a tranquil feel and a clean crisp air. This melody of peaceful joy was burnt to a charred crisp by the black presence of a figure that made the air heavier. Drawing in the shadows around to cloak him in menace and fury as he strode forwards. His eyes saw only weakness and lack of strength when he looked at the world around him, If looks could kill he would have slaughtered everything around him long ago.

Around his matted and shaggy hair seemed to hang a thunder cloud of brutal force, a feeling of a violent storm about to blow through and create devastation within its wake. A semblance of a volcanic energy shrouded him in a haze of crimson bloodlust making his golden eyes appear all the sharper and piercing in their razor intensity. His body was a sculpture of raw searing might. The air was charged with thunder and the ground seemed to be pressed down by the immeasurable weight of this man's very being. His unified form one of hard razor edges and brutal angles. A beard surrounded his face bristly and rough that was black as soot giving him the look of his face being masked in charcoal.

But right now the man was directing that dread gaze of terrible earth shattering pain full force at the young boy with small wolf ears standing before him. The man towered over the boy as a black shadow of dread and terror that seized his heart up and shook his spine like a link of jangling chains.
The boy felt his knees melt like jelly and his arms turned to lead just being near the aura of raw breathing power that enveloped everything the man did.
The boy stood though defiant and determined looking up to the mountain of black dread with fear but also courage. There were many teachers in the village but none were as infamous for their strength and skill as this one silent malstrom of rage chained by a savage will. Whenever this storm front had gotten involved with the troubles of the village, whatever had been the issue was annihilated. Monsters, evil wizards, priests to dark and evil gods of pain and torment, whatever it was he destroyed it with a vicious and savage force that left nothing behind remaining of what it was. He took whatever reward the grateful people decided to give and then left to return to his little corner of the woods.

The Masters in the village gave a wide breadth of space when this man came through the village. Calling him a walking calamity and a force of chaotic destruction. Lycaon though had only grow more intrigued and had began to watch as the man trained using methods that could only be called insane as he broke his body apart again and again and showed no reaction to the pain he must be feeling. Acting like he was made of unbending iron.

Lycaon recalled the day he first felt the true power of this strange man. He had been hiding watching the fighter go about his routine after having hunted the warrior down to his lair. The man had been sitting and meditating out on the grass by the rushing waterfall. His face and entire body was covered in scars. Deep and malicious wounds that hurt to look at and they were carved into him like a intricately drawn tapestry.
The man even sitting down bore those past marks of battle and conflict with a fierce daring that defied any to attack him. Everything about the man screamed and howled for strife of some kind to come and find him. But now there was this stone cold quiet around him that was seeping out and diffusing into his environment. It was eerie how a man who's bloodlust washed out of him drowning others in a unstoppable tide like a liquid warzone, could achieve such a state of peace. The Masters in the village had taught that bloodlust could not allow for self reflection and inner truth, clouding the vision of those who sought it.

Yet the man's Aura was drawing closer around him and lurking deeper withing till Lycaon could barely feel the frightening pressure from before. The only thing that gave away the beastial power hidden withing him was his breathing which even when controlled and measured out like it was still gave off a scent like fiery smoke and frozen ash.

It was impossible to be true that a Aura could be so strong he could smell it, but this man's power from what he could feel exceeded even the strongest Master in the village, suffusing his senses. Lycaon had continued to watch the man as he felt something was going to happen and soon.

He did not know what it was but he could feel it build up in the shaking of the earth beneath his feet and the barely perceptible ripple in the sky.

It came out of nowhere the shout that shattered his ear drums and blasted him backwards. It was a roar that erupted from the pool of still quiet the mediating man had made around him. A shout that pulped trees and tore the earth in great rending gashes. The sound of the man's voice being wielded as a sonic blade to sheer the ground and split the sky, The force that had exploded out of his lungs was louder then thunder and snarled more then a raging wild fire.

It had every survival instinct in the boys mind activate all at once and scream to his muscles to run and he almost did, Lycaon almost left this seething place of primal energy and gave up on his mad quest to observe this creature with an aura like black flame simmering in a molten crimson haze. But Lycaon held on to his conviction and withstood the onslaught bombarding his senses to watch in terrified awe this display of a realm of power he had never dreamed could be reached by single man with Ki. The sky beginning to rain after the sound had ripped it asunder and cleaved the clouds apart. The force of it echoing and blaring in Lycaons ears for a solid five minutes. Forcing him to use his limited knowledge of Ki to heal his ruptured eardrums. Painfully knitting the bleeding flesh back together. After mending his wounds the best he could. The next sight to blast through his shaken vision. Was that of a great deluge falling from the sky like the hammer blows of a angered heaven.

Steam rising off the man where the rain impacted his figure and when the strokes of lightning began to fall he just sat there still and watched them smash to the ground around him. Lycaon was mesmerized by the unwavering ease the man was showing even as explosive death impacted all around him in a rising crescendo of blazing white wrath. A bolt came shattering through the clouds as a spear aimed straight at the man of miracles. Lycaon could not even cry out for the man to move before the white flash had flown past his eyes and blinded him. Searing light blasting through his mind and obliterating his thoughts, he reeled and flinched back from the explosion of agony that had shattered his already wounded senses.
Blinking his eyes his vision returned and with it came a sight to smash apart all the last remaining sense of reason in his head. The man was standing in the middle of the storm unharmed and when a flash ripped through his eyes when next he could see Lycaon observed that the man had moved position. He was still in the same posture and stance he had seen last but his location had changed. And every time the flash came through like a undreamed and unseen shadow the man flowed and danced through the pillars of the storm's fury.

With each movement the man seemed to be going faster and faster. The pace of his reappearance in Lycaon's vision growing to match the tempo of the storm to keep pace with the beat of the thunder and the splintering crash of the lighting. Lycaons vision had started to blur from staring at the man and yet it was still sharp enough to see that when the final flash of that particular sequence ended the man was right in front of him reaching with a hand held open like a grasping claw. All Lycaon could do as the hand grabbed him was imagine a great towering beast, heaving and snarling with bloodied fangs and lapping tongue pouncing towards him jaws open wide and fetid breath killing his ability to plan a way out of this death trap he had found himself in.

The only thing left was fight or flight and every instinct as a Beast-kin he had was telling him he would be hunted down and torn apart if he fled. So with no other option left he shifted and changed, his mind growing dark and savage with the power of the bestial blood that was his birthright. Unleashing a howl of fear and terror converted to desperate power, he charged with claws and fangs bared. The jaws of the beast clamped around the young wolfs throat and he knew death had come to rip his life away life and tear his soul from him. There was a feeling of a immense burning pressure that pressed down on all the sides of his skull before he was dropped onto the ground. He looked up and saw the Beast in all its glory and might looking down on him with eyes that crushed his will with their gaze and shattered his mettle with their focus.
"Tomorrow we will begin your lessons. You will come here at the normal time you have been arriving to spy and watch me"
The tone of his words harsh like a great cutting blade.
Lycaon replied with wonder shivering in his voice "How did you know I was here?' Looking to the man with astonishment held in his stare.
"By the Wisdom of Odin I could feel your energy and sense your Aura, anything more then that you will have to learn from me."
"Why are you swearing at me?" Lycaon asked in confusion
The man just looked at the boy without emotion on his face "I was speaking of the Technique I used to detect your presence."
"oh..."
The Master of the Midnight Sun erupted into bellowing laughter like a crackling hearth fire at the boy's reply. Lycaon started to laugh too in a nervous effort to get rid of the terrible embrasement. Hoping that by joining this strange mans mirth he could forget about his own folly. He was laughing so hard in a desperate bid to make up for his stupid reaction he never saw the fist coming his way until he felt the indent of knuckles impact his skull and break his nose. Sending him spinning and cartwheeling through the air to smash into a tree.
"Let that be your first lesson of battle. Always be ready to fight at a moments notice." He said smugly.
Lycaon for his part just glared at him and focused on healing his broken bones and bruised organs.