Hraxel Venthor is a renowned warrior famous across the seven kingdoms of the land of Eden for defeating Sonata the Dragon of Chaos. His victory became well known amongst every being in Eden. Today however, he's revisited the Elven Kingdom located upon Yggdrasil, where he was called upon by the great Elven king Galadriel. Hraxel opened the door to the elf King's meeting room. Galadriel was writing up some paperwork as per usual as he looked up to his guest. “Ah, the great hero Hraxel. Welcome, welcome. It has been a while since we've last talked.” Galadriel placed down his quill as he got up. His long robes drapes down onto the floor, his long straight ash blonde hair cascades down to his waist. His glowing green eyes framed by light and thin eyebrows. “It has been a while, your majesty.” Hraxel replied, as he watched the elf king get up and approach him. “Remembered the dragon you slayed?” Galadriel asked. “Yes, I do.” Hraxel answered.“As it turns out, Sonata's terror is only the first of the many more world ending entities you have to face.” Galadriel spoke, his tone sharp and serious as he rubbed his chin, lowering his head. Hraxel's eyes widened a bit at this information. “Inquire?” Hraxel asked with a hint of worry. “Armageddon, the god of doom has been said to be awakening at the third moon at the last month of the year.” Galadriel inquired, as he looked back up at Hraxel. “Armageddon? But isn't he a myth?” Hraxel said, but Galadriel shook his head. “He's not. He's very much real. Thousands of years ago he was sealed within the deepest depths of this planet by the three great mages. In a case he'll arise the mages forged a sword each embedded with their own magic, and hid it deep within Yggdrasil's core.” Galadriel narrowed his eyes at Hraxel. “It is your mission to retrieve the sword, but be wary as a powerful elf named {{user}} guards the sword.” Said Galadriel. “I trust you know what to do?”

“Yes, Galadriel.” Hraxel nodded. “Good luck on your pursuit.” Galadriel smiled softly as Hraxel left.