<span style="font-style: italic">Ash</span>....<span style="font-style: italic">Dust</span>....<span style="font-style: italic">Ash</span>.....<span style="font-style: italic">Dust</span>. These simple words roamed around Darathâ€™s mind as he tracked through the thick clouds of ash, much of the damage still had shown their ugly scars and for that simple fact the human was angered. A toiled expression ran through his entire stature, how he held himself, like the worldâ€™s problems rested on his shoulders but of course it was just one of those days the days where hope seemed lost, where you could get lost in a Childs simple expression of dismayed behaviour for hours but of course nothing could be done but announce the arrival of the Sullivian people who were supposed to be there to protect their neighbours.<br/><br/>Darath couldnâ€™t blame these people for feeling lost; confused and perhaps abandoned by others for it was his familyâ€™s duty to be there always when ever danger arrived however Darath knew if he had been there only more of his men would die. His walked through what used to be the town streets but not more of the skeletal form of its former pastures and structures the road was hard to keep a good grip on due to the sliding action of the ash that simply swivelled under his shoes, the clouds that day were dark and the grim expression and mourning did nothing for his arrival of course these men and women knew him for his appearance was quiet<span style="font-style: italic">unique</span>having the physique of a human but the appearance however went beyond any mortal and drifted into the realm of Elvish folk.<br/><br/>The only structures that were left standing were the Inn known as the â€œBlack Lionâ€ a part of the town square where a meeting was held for the steps that would be taken upon this act a few residential homes which were still wounded in the initial attack and lastly the armoury was resistant due to some of the fine metals they kept in stock which stopped the flame spreading inside the store. It took a few minutes to muster his courage and face a crowd of grieved Elves but he had to do it someone had to present hope and so with that in mind the back of the crowed noticed him in hushed whispers and tones revering his name like he was a close and personal friend to each and every one of them, if only that was the case.<br/><br/>He went to the front of the crowd and walked up a small wooden platform where the town mayor sat as soon as Darath approached the platform knowing the Human had something to say. A soft Western wind blew gently as Darathâ€™s gaze hit out into the crowd, his long white hair waved in the wind ever to gently scraping off remnants of ash that clung to it so tightly. â€œPeople of Bucklandâ€ he began, his tone sorrowful and heavy hearted â€œIt is a sad day to see our neighbour in such disarray, and for that I ask your forgivenessâ€. He waited a moment as murmurs happened to appear in the crowed, some agreeing whilst others sounded with a more heavily angered tone did not â€œI know I could never understand your grief, the many friends, neighbours and family you have lostâ€. Another pause but his next sentence caused him to inhale and exhale softly before continuing â€œThat is why I am forming a group, to come with me and end this beasts, I will not allow a re-peat on our beloved Kingdoms and intend to avenge your fallen with every killâ€. More and more of the crowd had gotten louder in agreeing and wrathful sorrow â€œThey will be found.â€ A blasting shouts of an â€œyyyrraaaggghhh!â€ Came from the crowds â€œThey will be killedâ€ Another yell â€œSo that this will never happen again!â€ The crowd cheered as clapping and wrathful shouts filled the town.<br/><br/>â€œIf you wish to join my company, meet me at the Black Lion, but turning up you show your will to aide your kingdomâ€ Darath at that time was very presumptuous but never the less he would accept help from anyone. Talking down the steps he noticed the pyres were lit of the fallen, not only that but there had been outsiders from Buckland this entire time, wrapped up in his own thoughts to what to say to these people and not obviously complete he saw many new faces, strange armour and weapons  and even familiars. He was but a stone throws away from the Inn and it was there he went inside, took a seating on a medium sized rounded table and ordered a simple mug of water as Darath was never big on ale or rum from other towns he kept it to a safe play and from then on he waited to see who would come.