As the travelers talked and gathered their meals they would likely notice a strange and sudden quiet in the air. Nearly twenty feet from the location that they stopped, a small green flame flickered to life, hovering about a foot from the ground, flickering and glowing in the present darkness and the low light of the moon. The flame rested for a moment, then grew quite suddenly, growing in size and shape until a pillar of green flames stood from the ground, it would only be another moment before a dark figure began to appear from the flames, separating them as they flowed around it, a robed form, emerging from the fire.<br/><br/>As the robed figure stepped from the flames, they diminished, The Warlock had arrived through his chosen method of transportation, his transportation spell. The Warlock stepped away from the charred ground that had marked his entry, stepping towards the followers of the king just out of their line of sight, though he had made his method of entry obvious to the ones more stealthily inclined on purpose, in case they thought he was an enemy and attacked him.<br/><br/>The Warlock was dressed in flowing robes, ragged and seemingly tattered wrapped around his form in a nearly provocative, but strangely intimidating fashion, he gave his all to appear as a warlock of great power, throwing all subtlety away in this form, here, in this clothing, this presence, he was Malak, the Warlock. After watching them for a little while he decided to make his presence truly known, though some of them may have noticed him lingering around by then, though the wolf was already eating as he stepped into the camp.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Good Evening Gentlemen... Madam... Please excuse my sudden, and unexplained entrance"</span><br/><br/>Malak smirked under his hood, his lips and chin one of the only thing clearly visible from the outside. Malak decided he would be best off introducing himself<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"I am Lord Malak, I am here to join you, on the King's orders..."</span>Malak had introduced himself as himself on purpose, he did not have anything to hide from these people, people he could likely count on as allies at some time.<br/><br/>The warlock grinned from under his hood, looking over each one of them as he came into the area where they all stood. Malak grinned from inside his hood, looking from under the brim at the four, the Drow, the Knight, the Wolf, and the Dragon, taking in their features and projecting his prediction of their personalities and abilities, taking in their stances, and gauging them, learning all he could learn from sight in that first moment. The Warlock's eyes could be seen from under the hood for a moment, faintly glowing viridian crystals hidden in the darkness of his hood. Malak's smile turned to a smirk, two elves, and two beasts, grace mixed with bestial nature, upon viewing the area previously he had noticed several things, namely how they interacted with each other, how they hunted their respective prey, how they insulted each other,, and how they drooled over the Drow... it brought a merry little grin to his lips, such a shame they were on his side.<br/><br/>Malak smiled, facing the people that he had been oh so politely ordered to travel with for the time being, his hands hanging nearly limply at his sides, the sleeves covering the digits, concealed inside the tattered robe. The male gestured, his gaze focusing on the Knight and the Drow,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Though one or two of you may already know who I am... The King knows there is a chance that you... we might run into Elvin mystics, so he sent me to aid you"</span>Lord Malak, the King's court Magician did have a reputation amongst the King's troops, a master of magic with a bloodthirsty nature and a strangely whimsical personality, though the rest was shrouded in mystery. Malak sauntered into the makeshift camp<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"It took me a little while to find you all, save for some negligent use of powers..."</span>the Warlock rolled his eyes a little, directing his attention to the fallen knight. "When you are prepared we can move on, now that we are acquainted."<br/><br/>Malak paused, waiting for the rest of the group to make their comments on the newcomer, whether it was relief, apathy, or irritation. Malak smirked as he waited, he didn't of course expect to be welcomed with open arms, though appreciation for having a magic expert arrive in case they ran into one of the Elfland's famous barriers. Malak's eyes scanned over each of the people, before finally resting on the Knight.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"So.. general, what is your current plan to obtain the shard? I do so look forward to the slaughter we will be engaging in"<br/>
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