A dark message arrives..

[Vendayvian]

~ A shadow approaches an abandoned barn as an erie silence desends upon the area.. The air temperature drops noticeably as the shadow begins to take form.. A Tier'dal steps from the mass of darkness near the door.. His movements are fluid and as graceful as any feline. Crimson eyes scan the structure as he enters.. A dark grin spreads his lips exposing his fang tips as he feels the tiny sensation of a magical ward set off by his presence.. A Chuckle escapes him.. ~ " the bards blood did naut lie.. " He notices a table with the remains of a candle used not long ago.. He moves to it reaching inside his black armor and retrieves a small scroll and lays it upon the desk confident it will be found... eventually.
(( written in scripted handwritting ))

~ To the Alliance..
Greetings to dos, allow me to introduce myself.. I am Vendayvian Mortath d'Veldrin. Usstan am sure dos shall come to know uns'aa and my Fuma. A new power has risen in Neriak.. the old House of Kultar as fallen into decay and disuse, but do naut rejoice as of yet.. Dalharen d'Phlith now assumes the duties of spreading the Fathers Will among dos pales.. succumb to it or perish. I care naut which.
Until then, Aluve... ~

~ Vendayvian turns and leaves the barn.. His chain shod boot make no noise as he crosses the floor.. the door closes behind him as if of its own will.. as he fades into darkness only his crimson eyes can be seen faintly glowing for a brief moment, then nothing.. the silence gradualy departs and all returns to normal..~