The Story of the Forsaken (Working Title)

This is a story I've been working on for quite some time, and as such has been re-written countless time, but I shall now share with the world its present edition.
An Excerpt from the Story:
A cloaked figure wondered through the country-side his reptilian features barely visible in the light of the waning moon. As he reached a road sign, he stopped abruptly, staring at the arrows that pointed off into the distance. The arrow pointing towards the plains on the road to his left read, "IMPERIAL HIGH CITY, GORIK." The other pointing to the woodland to his right read, "BEWARE ERAGONIAN BORDER AHEAD." He looked at the sign awhile before finally heading off onto the path to the right.
"Lunas, goddess of the glaring light, guide me on my path home," he said aloud pulling the hood of his cloak down until it rested upon his shoulders, revealing a reptilian like face cover in scale of a dark sapphire in color and his blood red-eyes the right-eye marked by an aged scar. "Forsaken by you so long ago but now I must return and protect what sacred truth I failed so long ago to safeguard," he said a since of pride welling up within him, his mind flooded with the memories of his home that he had always wished he could forget.
Walking through the night, the clouds over his head swirled and cried out in anger. The cloud began to grow and twist until they finally engulfed the moon's beckoning light, yet as it faded he became aware of the tiny flickers of light given off by torches up off in the distance. As he got closer to the lights he noticed the faint outline of an expansive wall in front of him. Then he saw several figures up a ways standing in the road.
"Halt none shall pass less they pay our toll," one of the figures shouted out as he neared. "Give to us our desires and no harm to ye shall there come," the figure shouted a slyness in his voice.