[Espy]

((I don't have a picture, sooo. Also, Sain is his last name; I have yet to think of a decent first name for this guy. Yes, he's the character I made for Insulam. Stormfraught is the name of the broadsword, very much like this one, except in dark red and black, shorter, and wider, and has belts zigzagging around it so that its templar energy doesn't weaken Sain.))

Sain scowled from behind a particularly wide oak, pulling the hood of his long, tattered, black mantled cloak down further with a gloved hand. The two small plates glinted in the slight sunlight.

Dammit.

He could smell something strange about this man, even from thirty feet away. It seemed demonic, but not in the same sense as the Taint. Nevertheless, he reached for the handle of Stormfraught with his left arm, which was completely encased in metal plate armor. Finding it strapped safely to his back, he slowly walked out from the cover of the tree, blowing his long black hair out of his eyes.

"You reek of something...demonic."