Just as one man headed to the south, another traveled to the north. A man that seemed to carry himself not as one such as him should, eerily calm in his pacing for a mass of muscles that was raised among orcs and humans alike. Some time ago, he had learned of this one land where it was said that the most powerfull came to, whether they wished to do so or not. Damian was in the former group. If one would end up there regardless of their wish, better do it soon. If he could survive in this land, he would certainly not earn the right of having proved himself at his tribe, but he would also take care of his... other desire, the one to find battle a joy and ecstasy he never showed anywhere else.
It has been... What? Four years? Well, no matter how long it has been, the truth was, Damian has lived on his own for a long time now, getting by through axe, fist and the occasional chair. In his dreams as he traveled to the land of darkness, as some called it, he was contacted by an old man. If it only happened once, it could be easily dismissed as a simple dream... But it has been almost two weeks, and not one detail changed about the dream. In it, the old man requested, no, ordered the barbarian to head to a desert, to an oasis. There, he would find a guardian that would see if he was worthy of his stay. No further details were given, but it didn't matter. Damian had a feeling that if he didn't heed the man, he would regret it... Badly.
It had been almost an week since the desert was reached, and more that one oasis was found, but no guardian... Nor any living thing. Perhaps it WAS just a dream, or some cursed magician was toying with him. It was unsettling while it lasted, and it lasted way too long. Damian had given up the search, and started to head to the east, where he believed the land was. As he continued, he soon spotted another oasis. That got on his nerves... But still, it was a chance to refill his water supply. Was he surprised when he saw a man, holding a strange, curved sword waiting for him.
Damian made no effort to hide himself, instead, taking the bardiche he carried from his back, holding it with both hands. It was a rather large and heavy weapon, it could probably cut a man in half with some luck... But while he didn't notice, a fine layer of magic covered it since he was contacted by the old man for the first time. It was unable to cut properly as long as he didn't pass the test. With a shout, the challenge was made. "You! I was told that there would be a 'guardian' waiting for me... If you are him, then i believe i will have battle you. If you aren't... Well... the only difference is that I'll actually feel bad for killing you." With the setting sun thankfully on his back, Damian approached. The wooden weapons on the ground didn't escape his notice, but they likely didn't matter. The sand would make running a waste of energy, such with large steps, the first swing would be delivered to the strange elf's body.