The wind blew through the trees creating a high pitched squeel although it was barely audiable above the din of a passing storm rain lashed down and occasionally the sky would become alive with a flash of thunder. It was almost midnight and the denizens of the woods were wither asleep or hunting all except a intruder to the wood, Rolkinar. He wandered through the rain his cloak huddeled around him but still a red aura could be seen enamating from him.

He quickly hurried into the woods to gain shelter from the storm almost yelping as lightning hit a tree to his right causing him to run into the forest faster. He smiled as the canopy overhead covered him from the rain and thunder and his own aura lit the path verywell. He wandered over to a tree and slumped down to the ground exhausted after a days travel he began to drift off untill a shadow crossed his vision he quickly got up "who's there?" he called out a little nervous.