Akron stalked stealthily through the dark gloomy blight. His golden eyes flashed in the darkness as he gazed around himself cautiously. He held his long white blades firmly in either hand, ready to move like lightning.

He had grown up in the blight in a way it was his home. He had never given up his home nation of Malkier he often haunted it venting anger and frustration on any beast that dared bar his way. The trollocs and fades in the blight called him the shadow stalker.

He had the inborn spark and could channel. He didn't do it very often though, he prefered the close and personal melee battles.

He stalked on moving for Tarwins gap. He hadn't been in the civilized world for a long time and now was a s good a time as any to return.

Breaking into a silent run he powered off into the night. The faintest of rustles alerted him just in time to roll out of the way. A large black scythe landed where he would have been.

Akron looked up into the eyes of the largest trolloc he had ever seen. He didn't have time for fear though as he swiftly dodged the next lunge. The best defence around here was a strong offense. He started spinning his swords as he advanced. His blood pounding heavily in his veins. He narrowly dodged a fatal blow just as he heard a cry. It sounded like a woman. In that split second when the Trolloc paused Akron slit its throat. He took off into the direction of the scream.

Is it ok with you if I join your rp?

Yeah... sorry about taking so long.  :-[