Fore Shadow

[Riko Rain]

Dune sat in the small room, WAY too cramped for his style. Everything Elven in him hated cold. Hated hard stone. Hates small cramped rooms. And definitely didn't have a very good taste for humans with alot of facial hair. Go figure, he was in a small stone walled room, cold and dank, with no window, a wood table and some chairs and a couple of bearded humans. At least it only had three walls. The last was open into the main area. There were other 'stalls' similar in the 'Bar and Store', which at some points was more a bar than store.

Dune listened intently while looking uninterested, hidden in his plain cloak and dress.

"Are you sure thats what you saw? Sure you wa'nt drunk again?" One said.
"I'm sure!" another responded, "It was this big dark thing, like scaly all over, and it had spikes, like a.. a.. A dragon! Like a dragon, but it looked human too!"
"I say if it DID exist, its some halfbreed and'll die on its own soon"
"Naw, this wasn't no halfbreed... I knows half breeds when I see them and that was no halfbreed"
"Just have another drink.."

Dune took this in. There had been other similar reports, but it just seemed demonic like beings, new races of half breeds, and other odd occurrences were becoming daily activity and slowly wrecking the world apart.

[Hiroshi Shinda]

Hiroshi hated bars the smell killed his nose. For once, he envied the skeletal creature that followed behind him as he entered the fumey bar.

The sound of drunken humans, ah, how it reminded him of how much he hated them. The albino shook his head as he looked around a little, taking in the glares he got for his bone-like armor, and the number of people who grabbed for their sword hilts.

He sighed to himself and went to an open seat, the bone-creature following after and turning into smoke as he sat down, posing no more threat to the patrons of the terrible smelling tavern. He hated making his friends, skeletal or flesh-bearing, disappear because no one in the area would leave him alone if he let it sit there happily chewing on itself.

His red eyes took an inventory of the glares he was still getting, a few put him on edge, but most were just weary glances.

The rumors of dragon-esque beings and demons made him laugh, he summoned them regularly, so it wasn't something he thought impossible, but it worried the necromancer some, to think that some one else might be using such and interesting talent to tear the world to bits...he couldn't let it settle in his mind as just drunken stories...

[Riko Rain]

Dune couldnt help but join the others in their odd oblog stares. At least his had understanding behind it. A summon, it must have been, ebcause demons alone dont do that, arent capable of, or havent shown to be capable of it. He stopped to focus on his drink to hear the humans talkign again.

"-amn right it wasnt a summons... those guys are wierd.. this thing was real reall its own living nightmare and actually thought more than to eat itself.."
"You obviously need ANOTHER ale..."

Dune tried to piece all the stories he had heard togther, but he was tired. Too tired right now to think about it. He woudl just finish his drink then see if this Bar had vacant rooms to spare for some sleep.

[Sorry thats all I got for now]