[b]Meanwhile, in Roarhaven[/b]

Roarhaven wasn't exactly an interesting place. Small town surrounded by several farms and hosting only a couple hundred inhabitants. They were usually left alone and they didn't really invite newcomers into the town. Overlooking the town stood an old manor house, long abandoned by the mayor of the town however it had been kept in prime condition due to its historic importance. Outside however, there stood a figure in black. Then the doors opened and another figure with his hood up, his skin greyed and face badly burnt he looked at a congregation that followed him. "I felt it too, Dark Magic. I haven't felt anything on that level since I tapped into the Nether years ago.""Do you think it is the Necromancers?""No. They wouldn't be so blunt and open, they know we still exist and would move against them in an instant. This is something else. The Mages guild will know what it is and we need to move." This time a female Shadowmancer spoke up. "The Mages Guild? Are you crazy? You realize how long it took to convince them that we were different than Necromancers alone. The chances that they will listen to us are tiny. They will more than likely lock us up if we are [i]lucky[/i].""That is why I alone am going." There was silence, as if they were waiting for the punchline of the joke. It didn't come.

"Before you argue it will take everyone days to get there even with Shadow-Walking. I will be tired don't get me wrong but I can do it in one go and time is off the essence. Not to mention there has been bandit activity recently near Roarhaven so some of us need to remain behind in order to protect the town. We still have a deal to fulfill." Shadows gathered from all around and moved up around his body and he disappeared.

Shadowwalking was weird, he was essentially cutting through the nether from the world and back into the real world. Over such distances it was difficult even for him with his abilities, a distance this far would damn near kill him and he knew it.

In the town center shadows from the buildings, fountains and people all drew together into a small circle. Some people began to panic as mages conjured fireballs and readied weapons against what was happening, some simply ran for fear off another one of these bombs. The shadow grew to be just over six foot tall and in a cylindrical shape. Slowly it formed into a person and Umbara walked out, weakly. He had to support most of his weight on his cane and he looked at the nearest mage. "I request audience with the leaders of the mageguild. I am Lord Umbara from the Children of Shadow." He looked around at all the weapons pointed at him and all the mages ready to cast spells. "I uh, come in peace."