Rumble in the Far North

A cold wind blew across the barren ruins of a battlefield. An army lay defeated on the cold soil as a waded through the battlefield. A pool of darkness sat within the middle of the massacre. The man fell forwards, through the inky black emerging through another pool of it within the city he once stood outside of. The citizens were all already dead, the king, queen, and jack had taken the axe to their heads. The Kingdom of Nelgrast was but a hollow island now.

The man grabbed a hunk of meat from a nearby butcher shop, biting into it as he surveyed the destroyed kingdom. "I suppose I'll collect the treasure then." He mumbled to himself as he walked the bloodied streets. His head however jerked as he turned towards the sea. Even through the walls of the city he knew a ship was coming. "How interesting..." His voice drew itself out as his lips curled into a smile. He fell through another pool of odd inky darkness. Emerging again within the battlefield as he stared out into the ocean watching as the approaching ship came into view. "How very, very interesting." He grinned as he took another bite of the meat.