the sword of frozen fire

[Craton]

A small island, way out in the middle of no where, strange and dangerous creatures roaming, death was the only prize you could get from going to this island, but still, many people still tempt fate and brave the island, searching for the weapon, that is rumored to be on the island, a weapon unlike any seen before, a sword rumored to be made from frozen fire. There are many rumors on how such a blade came into existence, but it is believed that no one knows, but there is one, the last person of his family, the only survivor, Craton.

Craton was calm as the small ship he was on began to approach the island, he had been here before, many years ago, he had came here with his father to witness the birth of one of their "abominations". While there, his father was very excited to show him one of their greatest "creations" a sword made from frozen fire, a blade that defied all logic, a blade that is is aware of its self. As a child he had always dreamed of creating a weapon as great as that one, it was the dream of their whole family, to out do the generation before.

The Craton of his childhood is long dead, killed by the murder of his entire family, and being the only one left. He had been wandering around for a long time, and has herd many people speak about his family, all had considered them monsters, and he couldn't agree more, to kidnap people to create monsters of blades, even his own are completely aware of their surroundings.

The island was starting to get closer, when the captain called for a full stop, and for a row boat to be launched, the captain had been here before and was cautious for a good reason. without a single question Craton heads for the row boat, that is now floating a short distance from the ship. "Hey don't forget, we will only wait one weak. no longer, ya hear me?" the captain shouts down to Craton from his position at the wheel, Craton nods in acknowledgment to him, and hops in the row boat. This will be his second and last time he will ever visit this island.

[Craton]

The island has lush green forests, and a large white sandy beach, in the middle is a large snow capped mountain, even from a great distance you can see dark flying creatures circling its peak. The lush forest gives the whole island a peaceful and deserted feeling, and for the most part it is...by humanoids at least.

Craton reminds himself of these facts as he approached the island, never let your guard down, never sleep out in the open, as long as he can remember these facts, he would be fine...hopefully. Craton can't help but fall into his memories as he approached the island, that his family had, using powerful magic, created to store some of their most powerful, and uncontrollable weapons.

As the small boat Craton is on approaches the beach he loosens his scimitars from their sheaths, just to be safe, but his caution was not needed. after a short while of work he was able to drag the boat far enough up the beach to be able to tie it to a tree. With his first job finished, he waves to the waiting ship, to signal that everything's good and proceeds to get ready for the long trek to the entrance to the lab, and if everything goes without a hitch he estimates that he could get back in at least 4 days. But nothing ever goes as planed.