Hunter sat atop the rooftops of a house in a town not far from the dwarven mountains. He watched the people below, curiously. He allowed his feet to hang off the edge as kicked them back and forth a bit. The sky was clear and it was a relatively warm day. He stood up atop the roof and stretched out a bit walking over to the other side. Many people ignored him. The guards would occasionally come yell at him, but he never understood them. They just sounded funny to him. Everyone he came across made weird noises. It was interesting to him, which was why he observed them quietly. Eventually they learned that he wasn't harming anyone and all he did was watch so the guards stop yelling and the people would just pass by. He was jumping from rooftop to rooftop watching people go when suddenly he felt something odd. He didn't understand what it was but it was a like a wave passing through him. It brought flashes to his mind of his past life, before he was reborn into the kid that he now was. The flashes came to him mid jump and hurt his head. He couldn't focus and he crashed into the edge of the building, knocking the wind out of him before he fell to the streets below. He crashed through a few canopies before smashing into a pile of wooden crates. They crumpled under his weight and broke to pieces, mostly slowing his fall, but also hurting Hunter as sharp edges gouged his skin.
Cairo was deep in his studies within the mages guild. He was looking for a means to absorb celestial energy in order to extend his life on the mortal plane. It was always a curiosity of his ever since he had arrived in Ellira many, many years ago. He had always considered the possibility of becoming a Fallen Angel by absorbing Dark Magic, which would most assuredly expand his lifetime indefinitely, but it would also make him mortal. He wouldn't be able to heal injuries the way he does, nor would he ever be able to return home, even after Death. He didn't want that, he only wanted to extend his life so he could continue his studies. Suddenly the city shook violently. He nearly soaked his journal in ink, and would have if he had not pulled it away before the vial tipped. He blew on the page he had been writing on to dry the ink before he closed it and stood, he moved to the door and cast it open where a familiar face greeted him. "Malcus! What is going on?!" He asked. Malcus glared at him as drew deeply from his pipe, letting out a large puff of smoke from his lips. "Dark Magic." Malcus spoke in a low voice. Malcus spoke almost always with a growl. He was old, and his voice showed it, but he was also hardened by two wars where he fought as a powerful mage of destruction. It turned him bitter and angry, but also wise. Cairo tightened the straps on his arms and followed Malcus out the door.
They joined with the rest of the Guild Council in the main hall. The Archmage stood closest to the door and greeted Cairo and Malcus as they approached. "Archmage Valarran, what is going on?" Cairo asked. Valarran looked over at Cairo and straightened his robes. "It seems there was an explosion of Dark Magic outside of the city, it was powerful enough to send a shockwave across the world." Valarran spoke softly. He was much older than Malcus, however he was a High Elf, an immortal of Ellira, his age did not show on his features. His long white hair was tied back by a hair clip which bore his House's Sigil. His steel blue eyes turned towards the door and saw Umbra appear in the distance. "It seems we have a guest. A Shadowmancer." He said. Cairo breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. He followed the group as they moved to surround the Shadowmancer. As they approached the noticed their mages readying to attack the uninvited guest but as the council approached they lowered their guard. "He shan't be a problem." Malcus growled looking towards Umbra. "Their magic drains them, he seems to be drained entirely." Malcus finished and took his place in the semi-circle the council had formed.
"How long has it been since we've dealt with Shadowmancers?" Cairo questioned Valarran. Valarran looked down at Cairo and his eyes moved to the horizon in thought before flicking back to the Angel. "At least a hundred years. Cairo, as my vice I would like you to speak on behalf of the guild." Valarran nodded as Cairo looked at him puzzled. Cairo nodded back and turned toward Umbra, taking a step forward. "My name is Cairo, I speak on behalf of the Mage's Guild. State your name, Shadowmancer. Why do you come to our City so shortly after such a large scale incident? If this is your doing then we would have you tell us your intent." Cairo spoke calmly, without fear or anger. He spoke more in a manner of curiosity, under any other circumstance his tone could be compared to one who was being open or friendly. Cairo examined Umbra inquisitively, looking for hostility. He knew he would be at a distinct advantage given his control over magics of light, he could eliminate shadows to manipulate before conflict erupted if he had to.