The stars. They twinkeld and danced their heavenly joy away under the watchfull eye of there sitter, who seemed content this night, as she was full. She gaurded them fro all dangers of the earth beneath her feet. Where Lynthaer lay, looking up into the night sky. His eyes blazed as he watched the heavens dance before him. Up there was the home of his fathers wife. not trully, for the planes did not reside in a ceertain spot, but he had always consider the sky the opening to the home of celestials. Just as he thought of the earth as the gateway to the abyss, and so many more places.

As Lynthaer looked at the sky, the gateway to Celestia, the other two entities let there minds wander. Some of there thoughts drifted into his controlling one. Shlarthærans was about the abyss, as ussual. The madness' was hazy to Lynth, but the smell of fire was easy to catch. Why he allowed these two to reside within him, he did not know. They each had one track minds, often confliciting with his own. Lynthaer frowned suddenly, and shook these thoughts from his mind. He did not feel like thinking of these things at the moment. He wanted a blank ming, and he knew of one way to get it.

With a quickle mumble, Lynth held out his hand, letting spraks fly into a nearby trea. With nothing but a thought, he grabbed the flames he had started, and brought them in the air above him. He starred into the small blaze, letting it incinerate his thoughts. it grew under his watchfull eye, playing as the stars above were. He was the sitter now, and this was his charge. He watched it dance above him, paying no attention to his surroundings.

Vernon had taken to visiting the hills of mist for he haerd curious tales of the Lake of Darkness, tales that might refer to the blasted black dragon he had evicted from his beloved marsh. It was not likely that it was inded her, but if it was her would have an easy way of keping watch over her as she bided for what ever she had planned. He didn't wish to be caught unprepared. So far he got no trace of any dragons for quite some time and it would not be long before his wonderful nose would be picking up scents form the lake.

Overall Vernon was displeased with the area. It was certainly not as comforting or his home in the sewers and certainly not so much as the marsh he was master of. It was dull and lifeless. It had an ominous empty feeling to it, an insidious silence, and an unfavorable lack of smells. Just hills upon hills, a few placid woods, and plenty of mist.The mist seemed to slowly condense to the ground as he came closer to the Lake, letting the stars peirce through with increasing vigor. Before he could reach the lake he noticed a new scent that might be coming from there. It was certainly not dragon. It was some sort of vampire...yet also elven and demonic. A curious soul indeed. Vernon decided he might as well meet the fellow at not make his visit to this boring wasteland and equal waste.

As Vernon made his way onward he smelt smoke and could see a light in the distance, the vampire was likely a pyro of some sort. By now his own stench would have preceeded him and certainly caught the attention of any working nose. One downside of his stench was that it warrented few freindly meetings.

Lynthaer was almost too caught up in his watching that he didn't notice the scent of another for almost a minute. Even at that, he only noticed it by chance as he took in a deep breath through his nose and inot his unneeded lungs. He just wanted to savore the scent of the flame when he noticed a rancid odor lying beneath it. Just when he thought he might be alone another must show up. Not that this angered him, he just found it funny that he did not often find peace.

With but another thought, he brought the flame into one focused flame directly above his eyes. True, Lynthaer was a leasure loving person, but he had learned easily enough that people hated him and would love to kill him long ago. It probably had something to do with how he so loved to toy with people, for days on end even, before cutting them down and feasting.

Now that Lynthaer knew that someone else was there, he began to weigh the odds that they knew he existed in the same spot at the present moment. Truth be told, he thought with a smile, it was more a matter of how blind they were not to notice a huge flame being sustained high above the ground. With that small peice of information, Lynthaer decided rather quickly, and correctly, that he had already been found out by the other in the area, and with him being him, he wanted to introduce himself ever so politely.

"Well hello there my fellow man. Tis a lovely evening to be strolling about in the night. Might I aquire your name so that we may converse this night not as strangers, but perhaps as chance companions?" he said loudly into the night without even sitting up. Smiling, he soon added more speech to this, but in a darker, more bloodlusting tone. "Or, if you so prefer, we may begin the fight you are seeking with ever hunted Vampire of the Abyss? What say you my fellow night walker?"