Malikyth
Ironworks was quite quiet this day, the sky seemed bleek, like a bad omen. A dark robed figure walks down the empty streets, you could sense the evil aura about him. He approached the tavern. ~I can find him here~ he thought to himself. He entered the bar and all became quiet, as all the eyes fell on the robed man. "Are you moderator Larry?" he hissed out from under the cloak. The bartender nodded. "I am here to slay you, I am Malikyth, but that does not matter." The man threw of his robes and you could see he was clad in an evil black plate armor. He drew a Giant Two Handed BLADE(DEADLY WEAPON!!!) *AHEM* (Damn reality changers...) "Do you accept my challenge?"
OOC>>>Feel free, anyone may control him if they want.
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