The wind blew hard at his hair and clothing wiping them around his body, though he paid them no mind. He stared off towards Elsweyr where he felt a large force of Necromantic energy. Someone was raising enough undead to create an army. His garnet eyes finally blinked the cold wind finally irritating them. He shook his head and wrapped his arms about his bare waist. He wasn't cold persay, it was just the empty feeling he got when he felt so much power.

He was standing on one of the highest peaks in High Rock. From his vantange point he could sense things from far and wide. Height always gave better range. Though he had felt this even on the ground. He had come up here to take a better look. Opening his Garnet eyes once again he began his decent. Leaping from one foothold to the other his unearthly grace made it seem like it was nothing. Finally hitting the ground he knelt on one knee and stared off in the direction that this power came from. "Darkness rises from the south." He muttered to himself.

Normally he wouldn't care but he felt the whole feeling of the world around them change. The air tensed with the power. A war was brewing. "The earth is quaking with fear. The war of ledgends is beginning." Taking off towards the power he knew not where he was heading first. All he knew was that he had to find out what was going on.