After a week of naval warfare between the Yinn Dae'tok kingdom and the Nordmaar fleet, the Dae'tok transports docked at south Icewall this morning. Yinn soldiers and members of the Dae'tok Royal guard flooded the area. They were met with resistance by Ganth regulars who defeated the scattered yinn on the west coast in small skirmishes. The bigger battle, which the highlanders have dubbed "the battle of mutt bay", was one of the bloodiest in recent history. The yinn soldiers were unstoppable driving through the Nordmaar troops all of the way north into their highlands. The Dae'tok royal guards invaded Nordmaar before being driven out by the Nordmaar 1st regiment, led by 2nd lieutenant and Knight Ultan Wallace. Casualties on both sides were extreme. Such prominent leaders such as the Dae'tok Vice Admiral of their navy and 4 Nordmaar Clan leaders died in today's battles. The Macgregor, Gunn, Wallace, and Macleod elders were all massacred. The mutt bay battle lasted 2 days with the Yinn eventually fleeing. Will the war just escalate or did the highlanders of Nordmaar deter history repeating itself with another world invasion by the Yinn. Only time will tell.

Jezeraely Swashblade, reporter the Althainian Times.

New Thalos officials have yet to comment on the situation.

The emperor rose to his feet and snarled. He was large, even for a Yinn. Emperor Chau glared at the battered Admiral.

"You WHAT?! Lost almost every man to a group of sniveling humans in skirts?! And a boat sank before it even reached the shore?? You will wish that you died with the rest of your fleet Admiral, that I promise you!"

Emporer Chau rose to his feet and walked to his door. There he stopped, leaned back, and shattered the door to pieces with a single strike of his fist. "The indignity of those humans they shall pay! All generals to the war room, this time we take what is ours!" Glaring at the Admiral, the Emperor blared, "You I'll deal with later!"

Hours later in a crowded square, a Yinn male formerly known as Admiral Du'junk hung from an tall spear. His nude body was skinned while alive and his eyes were cut from their sockets and placed into his mouth. He screamed for mercy for two hours before dying. No mercy was granted. Such is the price for failure in Dae'tok.

Many passengers attempted small talk with this tall and handsome young man, but Malachive said little and always ended up walking to a more remote part of the ship. Staring down into the ocean depths Malachive spotted something odd.

"A white Dragon is swimming underneath us. Should I....? No, it will make no commotion. Somehow I feel as if I am being escorted to this icy place."

"Sir? Would you like anything to drink? Perhaps some wine? "

A steward on the ship had found Malachive, but he still was not in the mood for company or pleasantries.

"No thank you!" replied Malachive.

"I understand, sir. Nice day isn't it? Nice and clear from out here from the sea. Sometimes, during the right time of day, the new light from the sky everyone is talking about makes marvelous design on the waters. Sir...?"

Without saying a word, Malachive walks away.

"He has a lot on his mind for such a young man. Must be from Arkane and is fleeing the bloodshed they had. "

The ship had docked on Icewall and just as Malachive's dream had told him to do, he spent 3 days finding the highest peak in Northern Nordmaar. The climb would have surely killed or injured normal men. But alas, he had made it.

"Now what?" Malachive asked out loud.

"I DID AS THE DREAM SAID! I AM HERE!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME??"

Malachive looked around him. Nothing moved and all was quiet. All he could see was a dark ebony castle in the far distance that seemed to almost hide itself in the mountainous regions and the huge ball of light that had sparks everyone's interest since it mysteriously appeared in the sky months ago.

"Do not yell, my son. For I can always hear you," said a voice from behind him.

Malachive turned around and saw a man. This man had gotten to the top of the mountain with no noise and no footprints in the snow. He looked like an Ogre with the exception that this Ogre spoke without his mouth moving and unlike most ogres; he lacked the dull dim witted look. His arms and chest were very well-muscled and his hair was full and black. The Ogre looked noble. "Perhaps a king" Malachive thought to himself.

"Nay, not a King. A god, and your very father. Since you were placed upon this world you have always been blessed. Your mental and physical abilities have always been above anyone you've known. At times, you've made the objects of your imagination appear before you. You've noticed the demons and the dragons watching you with interest. You ARE the son of Necrucifer and you are here to rule this world. "

Again, the voice came with no movement from the Ogre's mouth. Malachive stood in bewilderment. Everything the ogre said was true but Malachive had always assumed he was perhaps a gifted mage, born with stronger abilities than most men.

The voice began again.

"It is time for you to realize your true power. You can change anything about yourself you wish. Your skills and spells will form as often as you wish them. You are a GOD, my son. But upon this world you are also mortal. If you die to the hands of a mortal you are dead for good. Be prepared. Danger will come at you from al directions, even from those you trust. Rule not with empathy or compassion but with MIGHT and WILL. Your time to rule begins today. You will know what to do, the barrier of your human mind will be lifted after today's events. Do well, my son. Everything in my power will be at your command less they wish my wrath upon them. "

The Ogre turns his head towards the great light in the sky and grinned. Malachive looked to the sky only to see the light grow brighter. He turned back to the Ogre only to find him gone, quietly and without any trace.

"This can't be!" Malachive said out loud.

A echoing BOOM from the heavens disturbed his train of thought as the great light erupted into the sky of Algoron. A huge ball of flame flew through the sky leaving dark smoke and particles of debris behind its path. The great meteor roared with a loudness that would drown out even the largest of dragons. As it passed over Malachive the light from its flame lit up the entire land around him.

"Dae'tok! It is heading for Dae'tok!" Malachive said with a self-surprising excitement.

The meteor hit the earth right in the general location of the Dae'tok kingdom. A great wave of light in all directions removed several mountain ranges and shook the earth. A huge mushroom cloud of devastation rose high into the sky.

Days passed but they seemed only like moments for Malachive. As Necrucifer told him, his mind was now free from the limitations of his human form. He understood much about the world and who he was and what was expected at him. The mysteries to the universe were no longer unknown to him. Today was the beginning of his new life and he knew what he must do.

Malachive was now unburdened by the limitations of the mortal mind. He knows the secrets to many things beyond mortal comprehension but still, as anyone around his age of 20 years; he couldn't piece a lot of things together.

"Of my father wants me to conquer this world, why not just throw a meteor at all kingdoms that resist?" He thought.

"Indeed," said a voice from behind him.

Malachive had sensed no one near him, so he knew whoever this voice came from was a God of some type.

A woman with pale skin and long black hair stood with more beauty in her smile than all wonders of the world combined. Instantly, Malachive recognized her.

"Mother!" Malachive said with a boyish excitement.

Drakkara embraced her son and for a moment one would never know the evil within these two hearts.

"You do not know the trouble your father went through getting the rock to land. The same people who would see you dead everything they could to stop it. So now the responsibility is yours to conquer the world. And while I would have you off this world safe, these events must come to pass" Drakkara said.

"I guess I can understand that. Already there are many who attack me." Malachive replied. "Elves, Knights and even kingdoms have come for my head. If not protected by your Black Tower and some of the Demons, my life would already be at an end.

"And what of the immortals? The ones who suck life to sustain their own?"

"The vampires? Mother, they have long forgotten their dark gift as a prize to be cherished. They have long stopped being thankful for eternal life and immortal powers. They are a lost cause. I have hope for many, but only a few of those are worthy of their gift. And I do mean a seldom few."

"Perhaps you should teach them a lesson?"

"Can I?" Malachive paused for a moment. "I'm still getting used to this.

My powers grow daily and I am coming to understand its limits are far beyond what I imagined."

Drakkara grinned an evil smile. "The first steps have been taken. The rest is your responsibility. I will help guide you all that I can, but you should know that the more your father and I involve ourselves, the more the others will become involved as well. Even the neutral Gods fear you and will do what they must to kill you. We created you without their permission or their council. However you were created with purpose and as my son you have all of the tools to ensure our victory. You know what to do."

In an instant, she was gone.

"Indeed mother, indeed. The beginning of the end is now and I know just how to start." Malachive, his eyes a flaming black.