<span style="font-style: italic">There was a vile smell in the air, like something rotten was burning. Wrynsora could feel the wind blowing the stench from the south, searing his nostrils. This odor was familiar but, he could not place it in his mind; it was never before quite this strong, and it was making breathing uncomfortable. He took to the Eyr Trees and climbed high as he could. The sun was bright and warm on his ivory skin, it was invigorating to him, but as the he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glare, he saw black smoke rising from the horizon, filling him with dread and disbelief. Wryn rubbed his eyes and looked again, trying to remember where he had heard of this smoke. There was nothing to burn that way for miles, no forest, grass, any kind of dry brush. This didn't smell natural; there had to be someone burning something out there, something human-made. Wryn jumped down from the tree branch by branch, hit the ground, and he sprinted to his village to warn his kin.<br/><br/><br/>Wryn shouted as loud as he could, "Fire! Humans! To arms!" as he dodged the trees and bushes</span><br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>The night had grown frigid , Wryn had left the forest and set up camp. He wrapped himself in his fur blanket and sat on the ground blowing into the embers of a dying fire. He was headed north in the morning. He was miles away from the flying towers of the Mage Guild, but even from where he was, Wryn could see them, floating on the horizon as they glowed their ghostly light. There was an opening above them in the clouds, they seemed to veer away as they came close to the towers. There was nothing mundane about what he saw, as just gazing upon them was halfway between awe inspiring, and terrifying. Wryn was afraid, he had never met a wizard, and what he heard about them didn't make him feel any better. Wizards of the Mage Guild are terribly powerful. Like monks, they spend every day honing their skills to destroy the demons that sometimes surface from their world into Embryne.<br/><br/>Wryn crawled into his tent and looked northeast, and in the distance, a dim light flickered.