A storm was brewing over Westeros, the worst in human memory. So strong in fact that many would see it as retribution brought upon Westeros by King Joffrey "Baratheon" for having Lord Eddard Stark executed.

In realty, it was so much more.

It covered all of Westeros, heavy rain and lighting being spewed everywhere. The rivers, lakes, and oceans churned, frightening all but a few of the inhabitants. Hail was also not uncommon, while in the North it was snowing quite a bit a bit despite Fall only just setting in. For those beyond the Wall they would not hesitate to call it a blizzard. Meanwhile in Dorne sandstorms seemed to be predominant, though Lightning was a close second for them. This storm, later named Ned's Revenge, would kill hundreds of Westerosi citizens.

Those wise enough knew to stay inside, all but one.

A man named Arachnos was currently meditating in his home, a not too small not too large log cabin, about 20 Miles north of Dorne and 6 Miles east of the coast of the Reach in which it was situated. He owned, legally, 25 acres inside the Wolf's Bell forest, named for the abundance of Blue Bells & Wolfsbane growing there. He farmed and hunted for his food, and those foolish enough to trespass onto his land without permission, well, this was one of the many reasons he bread dogs.

He did not live alone. A young orphan girl called Sara lived with him, only 12. She had become a Daughter to him. She was small, no more than five feet. She had no figure to speak of and her hair was a dark blonde color, nearly brown. Her eyes were a haunting shade of green. Despite being petite, she was clearly a girl as she had an extremely feminine face, almost cherub like in it's innocence, and yet it was clearly false as the girl was not the pure thing she appeared to be.

On his bed (the one nearest to the front door) were two of his dogs, one female and one male, a small platinum blonde goberian with striking blue eyes named Mavis, and a large black beast with scruffy black fur. He almost looked like he could be a Direwolf, but he wasn't quite big enough. He didn't look too much like a wolf either. His ears were too long, his paws were white, the only distinguishing color outside of his black coat. His tail was also way more fluffy than a standard wolf, and his eyes were slitted like a cat or a lizards, though it was hard to tell as they too were black. His name was Zeref.

Finally there was Arachnos himself. He was only about 5,5 in height, his skin nearly as pale as snow. While his eyes were currently closed, those that know him knew his eyes are a passionate striking Blue, which stands out against his pale complexion. His hair was a dark Brown and reached to his shoulders. He also had a full scruffy beard covering his face.

While Arachnos is meditating Sara is cleaning up the remains of their dinner.

The layout of their home consisted of one large room split into two areas, one of which Sara currently occupied, and had a small square table where they ate, a tub for washing the dishes and ones body, a brick oven, and various containers for food stuffs and the things with which to prepare them. The other hath of the room consisted of a desk near the front door, and on the next wall were two beds that they slept in. Other than these things, there were a large number of candles around the room to provide light, 20 in all, spread out among the main room. The only other noticeable feature of the cabin was the Door at that back of the room, perfectly positioned at the center, in-between the beds and the dining table. One noticeable difference between it and the front door was the large iron padlock keeping it closed, and Arachnos had the only key.

Speaking of Arachnos, in his state of meditation he was clearly experiencing something. His brow was sweaty, his eyes were clenched shut and clearly moving behind his lids as though in the middle of a vivid dream, and his hands were currently wrapped around his knees so hard they had turned stark white.

{Inside Arachnos's troubled mind was a turbulent mix of images and sounds.} Stars, men fighting, the music of a swords clashing accompanied by a strange buzzing-hum, Stars, a baby, a little girl with a marred face, Stars, a familiar red comet, an odd sort of breathing, Stars, the roar of a beast not seen in more than a century, more Stars, and an eye, one so blue it quite literally sent a chill down his spine.

Suddenly, Arachnos opened his eyes and rushed clumsily got to his feet. This caught everyone's attention, Girl an Dogs alike. Arachnos merely moved to grab his cloak which hung by the door. Opening said door exposed the storm outside. He silently stepped through closing the door behind him.

Sighing from minor frustration, he assessed his surroundings. The area around his cabin was mostly unchanged, with the exception that gallons of water and high speed winds were invading. To his left was the smaller but no less sturdy structure that housed his other dogs, who were barking up their own personal storm. Behind that was a Barn where his farm animals resided.

He got going, not letting the state of the world deter him in the the least. As he finally reached the barely intact fence surrounding the main portion of the property, He saw something odd. When he'd first purchased the property, he'd had the urge, an inkling of pure intuition, that he should plant two trees just outside the fence, just about 25 ft. away. They were a apple & banana tree respectively. Looking at them from where he stood, he could see that they had both been partially uprooted, tilting away from each other. He got the impression that he needed to go that way. Like a sort of sweet devilish whisper in his ear.

He moved towards them quickly not wanting to be stuck in the mud. Grabbing a low hanging branch to ensure stability once he reached his destination, he looked down. It took him a few seconds to see clearly, but no more than a foot or so away was a pool, or rather, a 5 foot diameter hole in-between his trees being filled up by the rain. It wasn't yet full, meaning either it was a particularly deep hole, or despite the heavy rain the soil still absorbed most of the water, maybe both.

For awhile he just stood there, completely still, staring into the hole. His senses, the whisper again, told him that something of importance was buried at the bottom. Taking a deep breathe, preparing himself, he jumped in.

It was cold, so cold that Arachnos almost instantly went numb and as a result nearly lost consciousness, but this didn't stop him. He took in another large breathe, and held it. He then took himself under. He knew he wouldn't be able to see in the dirt filled body of water, so he kept his eyes closed. He relied only on the whisper. It was because of it that he perceived his objective, three items, all cylinders, all large enough to be held in a single hand, all metallic. He clung to the walls, using them to pull himself to the center most bottom of the hole. Reaching the bottom, he noticed that they hadn't been buried that deep. Using this, grabbed at the area he felt the presence of the objects and grabbed at the dirt until he finally found what he was looking for.

Grabbing the cylinders, he suddenly seemed to need oxygen, badly.

He moved quickly, and when he finally broke the surface, he inhaled, breathing so heavily that it came out as a wheeze. He took a moment to catch his breath. His body was cold while his lungs were hot and full of a searing pain.

Once he caught his breath enough, he looked at his prize. As he had sensed there were three cylinders. Nearly the same width and length, it was however clear that the individual outward designs were different. Arachnos lifted himself from the water fully, feeling the heaviness of his wet cloak.

Picking up one of the cylinders, he found a strange indent, like a sort of switch. He felt curious enough to try it, to see what it did. He held the cylinder parallel to his body and he pressed, and was awed. From the cylinder a Blue glowing beam, truly it was the color of a star and twice as beautiful, a vibrant sound resonating from it like a heartbeat. The Same buzzing-hum from his visions. The heavy rain became steam as they hit the beam, a sort of power to be weary of.

His Awe did not last however, as a lightning bolt hit the ground not far from where he sat. Realizing he had to get going, he took off his cloak and wrapped the cylinders in it. He then tucked them under the exposed roots of one of the trees, and headed off.

He moved as quickly as he could despite that now he was even more exposed. He concentrated on his task, protecting a small bag he had brought with him. He was cold, colder than he had ever been. Soaked truly down to the bone. Even with all this he focused on getting to his destination. It was especially difficult, as the ground had been turned into pure slurry, and so with every step he sank a bit. Even so, he carried on with a single minded determination. He thought of his training, of the whisper that guided him on. Soon, it was like he wasn't really there, like his body was merely moving on it's own, while his mind was somewhere else. He was so unaware that he didn't notice the grove of various fruit trees (that he had also planted) that he began to move through. Here he was no more than 1000 feet from his target.

As his body moved along, his mind focussed on the equipment he had brought with him as the whisperhad instructed. This consisted of a pair of leather gloves, the longest piece of rope in his possession, a hook, a pulley, and a large tarp. He didn't yet know what they would be used for, but he had his suspicions. He knew deep down that what he hap been waiting for had finally happened, though he didn't yet know what that was.

After about 40 Minutes of walking, he stopped. It took him a moment to realize this, and another to reorient himself to the state of reality. The storm continued on around him.

He didn't immediately notice it being that it was only partially visible. However, when he finally looked slightly downward he saw a structure stuck in the ground, sinking deep into the fresh mud.

It seemed to be metal, a broken window seemingly imbedded in the front with the jagged glass forming a foreboding sort of image resembling the maw of a hungry beast. Barely visible in the wet earth was a set of footprints leading away from the structure. Ignoring this however, Arachnos examined the strange craft as he perceived it, and attempted to make his way into the belly of the beast.

Attempted was the best description as he slipped on the mud in such a way that he cut himself on the glass, though he achieved his objective of entering the strange structure. Making himself comfortable and checking over the cut on his arm he saw that he was mostly ok and went on ignoring the small amount of pain.

Examining his new surroundings, he found that everything was made of a metallic alloy he had never encountered before in all his travels. He also found a number of seats with a series of belts attached. Arachnos considered that they might be for keeping prisoners in their seats, but came to the conclusion that this was unlikely as the belts latches were easily released and there was nothing to secure the hands.

Moving deeper he found a number of devices that he couldn't begin to fathom how to operate. So caught up in his exploration was he that he nearly missed something, or more apply, someone.

At first he thought that he'd bombed into an object on the floor, but in reality it was a man, or at least, Arachnos thought it was a man. The figure on the ground was tall, taller than any man Arachnos had ever encountered in person. The figure was dressed wholly in a black suit of armor, a hauntingly well crafted skull like mask upon his face, like a Black Knight of Legend.

Grouching to the ground, Arachnos knew already that he was dead, but this did not deter him. Seeing a cape, he decided removing it would make transporting the body easier. It took him a bit to undo the silver chain and a set of shoulder guards separate from the rest of the chest piece.

Taking those and moving them to his bag while removing the tarp, he then unfolded it best he could. When he moved to get the body onto the tarp, but found that the Knight weighed quite a bit. Eventually he managed it however. With this he refolded the tarp over the body.

He then tied the tarp closed the rope. The complicated series of knots used made it look like a cage with last piece leading to the top of where the head was within the tarp.

He then went to leave the craft. Having some trouble climbing out while dragging part of the rope out in his now gloved hands, he kicked out the rest of the glass as best he could.

With this he finally managed to crawl out, dragging the line of rope behind him.

He then pulled out the hook, along with the pulley. Taking a separate piece of rope he attached the hook, then tied the other end of the rope to the pulley. Running the original rope through the pulley, tying the end of that in a knot, he then grabbed the hook before moving out towards a tree.

Locating the sturdiest branch he could, a difficult task in current the weather, he tossed the hook, and missed. This was due to the high winds. This went on for awhile before he finally nailed his target. Pulling on the rope to make sure it wouldn't suddenly come undone, he began to pull.

This was all the more difficult because his prey was so heavy. It went on for so long, that the exhausted man lost his footing and slipped in the mud before he finally succeeded in raising the Black Knight from his strange tomb.

Once the tarp wrapped body hit the mud covered ground he cut the rope and tied the newly formed end around himself as he headed back to his cabin.

Exhausted and weighed down by his cargo, it would take awhile.