Lotharn sat by the fire as well, and though the weather was warm here, he felt cold. "Tell us of this land." he asked Timberlane.<br/><br/>Timberlane stood at the entrance of the ruins looking out at the night. "It is a large land, with three Elven cities and Kingdoms, Three Mountain ranges that hold four dwarven Kingdoms and several human ones about the lands. As you would expect, there is constant fighting among the human kindgoms, and the elves stay out of it as well as the Dwarfs, though the Dwarfs have more interaction with the humans then do the Elves. On the plains between two of the mountain ranges is the Horse Clans. Hearty folk that live in clans, and have no real ruler, though they did once during the War. He died soon after and they squabled about who was to rule." he took out his pipe and filled it and lit it. "Far to the East is Eldrock, where the counsel of wizards is located. A grand city much bigger and more beautiful then the one you were in. It has tall towers and spires and glistens in the sun."<br/><br/>Then he suddenly fell silent and looked long out into the night. "We are not alone." he spoke again. "Wraiths! Some of the Evil One's worst nightmare creatures. But they can be killed, though it is hard. Prepare yourselves." he then started speaking in the tongue used for spells and unleashed a bolt of energy out into the night. There was a shrill and horrible cry and then from the walls emerged four black clad figures emerged. They smelled of death and decay.