The stone walls were ancient, and built from a different era of Althanas's history.
When the Ixians were around, the castle was a lively place and was full of promise and hope. Now...it was just another old ruin. A forgotten remain of the past. Lorenor placed his hand against the stone wall for a long moment, contemplating his next move. The boy seemed excited, and would likely make a good student. Lorenor looked at the small lad for a moment, excitement in the boy's eyes. He has unusual eyes...things have happened so quickly that I did not notice them until now. Lorenor removed his hand from the stone wall and considered the next move. They were outside on the castle ground, the ancient wards placed by Sei Orlouge himself had long since broken. Lorenor looked ahead towards the gates of the castle, they had also failed long since prior.
The old places, the old ruins, oft held secrets.
Lorenor nodded towards the boy once more and gestured for him to follow. The Paladin assumed the boy wanted to see...and that's the main thing that counted. Lorenor drew his mighty sword, and held it with two hands. He gripped the weapon tightly and held it forward in a noticeable angle. His eyes narrowed calmly and he took a deep breath. Lorenor did not want to admit to himself that he was nervous. He moved forward, walking at a careful pace towards the castle's main entrance. As he moved forward memories from his past haunted him and his eyes grew distant. As he stood there the memories came back, and the ghosts of the past reminded him of who he was back then. It oft was needed to reflect on the older times of history and think of old Heroes...old friends long gone. Then, the fleeting memories passed and Lorenor saw the boy before him. Got to focus on new allies and new friends now.
Lorenor walked forward and it was right then that something happened.
He noticed it out the corner of his eyes..and then it manifested all at once. One of the specters locked within the Ixian's hallowed grounds appeared. The specter had a semi-see through body of some sort composed of this or that energy type. Immediately, Lorenor felt an anger and rage swirling off of the poltergeist. It seemed to have reacted towards the Paladin and his new charge. Lorenor immediately began to glow, but right then...the poltergeist spoke.
"...Ixian..." Came the echo from beyond.
Lorenor felt a chill go up his spine. It recognizes the marks on my gear...
"...Ixian..." It said again. And hovered a few inches off the ground as it looked at Lorenor and his companion. The glowing red eyes stared at Lorenor with a confused hatred. The poltergeist wore robes, and his face was masculine...partially visible from the hood it wore.
Lorenor looked at his companion, Fenn. A part of him wanted to call out to the boy, the other part did not want to reveal the boy's name in front of the poltergeist. "Stand your ground." Lorenor suddenly said to Fenn without revealing the boy's name out loud. Lorenor summoned the Holy Light and his muscular body began to glow with tremendous energy. But despite his initial impulse, the Paladin did not strike right away. Something was making him hesitate.
The poltergeist spoke again. "...Ixian...memory...pain..." The poltergeist suddenly attacked.