[h3][color=fff79a][b]Baraian Paladice[/b][/color][/h3]

[i]Time: Dawn
Location: Roshmi City[/i]


On top of one of the many outlooks towering over the marketplace, a white clad dark elf had found his viewing point. There were no guards standing guard there as long as the markets were open, and it gave a fine view of the marketplace below. The dark elf's red eyes searched the various figures below, as if he was looking for something. Normally it was simple pickpockets and urchins taking food and amas from those unaware of their presence, that were the reason for most commotion in the market. Though sometimes there were others being hunted by the city guard, for various other crimes far more serious than theft.

It was crimes like those that intrigued the dark elf, as he stood and watched the busy marketplace swarming with people. There were plenty of people in Roshmi, and that also meant that there were more rebel activity. Ever since Aklenroth seized the throne, there had been rebels popping up here and there in various numbers, but all of them had been relentlessly smashed to pieces as the dark elven army had descended on them. The rebels were often too unorganized to deal with the power structure that Aklenroth had formed.

So they not only had a lich to deal with, but others aswell who in turn served Aklenroth as their master. The dark elf allowed himself to think back to the day when he was going to be drafted into the army, and what the result were at the end of that day. There were many dark elves who were thrilled in serving someone who had. Still have the ultimate power. For some it is the hatred for the rest of the world, of the other elves, of the fairies or the demi-humans. Which draws them in to forge them into terrible hounds of war, capable of unleashing dark magic on anyone daring to oppose the lich king.

This particular white-hooded dark elf was drawn out of his thoughts as some urgent plea was heard. The dark elf leaned forwards slightly to look down, where he saw a woman asking a demi-human with horns for assistance. It was not an overly uncommon sight, and the dark elf was about to lean back when he noticed the person next to the horned demi-human. Some short humanoid with strange looking clothing, of a kind he had never seen before. The dark elf concluded the humanoid was not from the city, and if it was not from the city? Then from where?

The hooded dark elf began to walk down from his vantage point, once he came to the ground he stopped, and began to watch where they were going and if anyone else had noticed the odd attire that short humanoid was wearing. Then he stepped forwards, his steps were calm and almost machinelike. A few demi-humans ended up in his path along the way, but he brushed past most of them. Some of them backed away slightly on their own on seeing the golden skull on his shoulder, their chatter going quiet until he had passed where they began to whisper among each other, throwing frightened looks in the path of the white clothed dark elf, as he was homing in on his target.