A beginning.

[Unknown]

::The firey sky kept expanding over the Mysty Mountain area. The small demon party after a long travel reached their distination and the three silver shadowlings started to cut down trees with their large sharp calws. As they started to work, the six red shadowlings scattered throughout the forest keeping a lookout with those cold black eyes. The chaos sentinals remained near the silver lings and scanned the forest with those glowing silver eyes that stood out in the shadows of their deep hoods.::

::As the work took progress, a caravan of fifteen small cover carts exited the rift despite the two nearby. The carts were being pulled by these large scaled lizards that were being guilded by the silver and red shadowlings that rode the lizards. All the demons had to do was tap the lizards with a stick to guide them. Also exiting the rift were snake-like demons that wielded a sword and shield. Their thin sharp teeth and thier twisted horns on their heads were also something to watch out for besides the sword. Along with them were winged shadow beasts that were built like rocks and could fly. Their bodied covered with short black fur and their green eyes flashed when light hit them. Though they lacked speed, their power made up for it. A few chaos sentinels accompanied the caravan and bringing up the rear were two fire demons, their wings folded neatly behind them and thier pointly tailes swing here and there. These two were running the operation since they were the only ones who said anything. They barked orders in a demonic tongue that most other demon wouldn't be able to understand. All these demons were only to get the caraven where it needed to go. If attacked there would be no mercy.::

::Back at the site, the silver shadowlings had accumulated enough wood for the start of their plans. They started to cut the wood down into pieces they could use for their next job. With their sharp teeth and claws they did it in no time. Once they did what was needed, they started to put up what would be supports for a large tent, shortly after they set up support of other tents of the same size. They only set up seven of these tent structures before going back to work to harvest more wood for further structures.::

[Tempest]

::hearing the sickening sounds of trees being harvested, the decsion was made. Knowing there was no way she could take them all on, she turned her horse round and kicking him in his flanks, rode like hell to the castle. Bending over the neck of her horse, she made excellent time. Skidding to a halt in front of the castle doors, she jumped down and slammed open the doors of the castle, yelling out for Nicho.. She wasn't sure if she was still welcome but damn it she felt obligated to come:: Nicho! Where are you? Some freak is tearing up the forest. ::she looked around the main hall, hoping to see him soon::

[Unknown]

::The caravan reached its destination and the final things needed for the tents were added to the structure. This caravan didn't have many important things, only the minimum to do a few tasks. In the off to the right of the area the demons were setting up in was a huge pile of wood and it only continued to get better. Some of the new silver shadowlings that got into town on the caravan started digging in places. No further creatures left the rift and it would be some time till anything did come through. The small camp was taking shape as traps were set up out in the woods and small hunting parties went out. The whole while the sky burned intensely. But one night after things were settled, the sky ceased to burn and became pitch black, no stars shown but the moon did. In the middle of everything a huge fire was made and few of the demons stood around it while others kept working.::

[Unknown]

::The structures were coming along smoothly at the camp that was being built. A few towers that overlooked the forest stood tall with a chaos sentinal in each. At the edge of the camp where trees had been cut down a wall was being set up, it was made of bone and spikes faced outwards from base. Along with a few tents a few huts made of wood and stone were constructed, the demons even carved symbols into the stone which to them acted as wards. All throughout the camp symbols were being cut into the earth by the two fire demons who were in charge for the time being. The burning sky came with day and turned black at night allowing only the moon to shine in their area.::

::The most activity was near the temple that was being constructed day and night. It was placed right in the center of the camp. The stone was smooth black marble that was being created with magic that was placed on ordinary stone.::

::As the work went on, more demons of various kinds started to emerge with another large caravan. This time the caravan was lead by a figure that looked to be a regular man that had black feathered wings. He wore no armor, just simple clothing. He had short black hair and light blue eyes. He had a medium build that was hiddenby his loose fitting black cloak and black clothing. As did the last caravan it headed down the path to the camp.::

[Lord Ashram]

In the lands north of the Mountains a black portal with spiraling purple energy opened up. Slowly emerging from the portal was a figure who's presense was well recognizable. Slowly he fought his way out of the shadows that had entrapped him a while back. His body was tense with the unbareable pain that was brought upon him in attempts to break him into submission. His body trembled as he forced his way out until he collasped onto the ground, the portal closing shortly after.
Laying there on the ground all sweaty and now clovered in some dust was Ashram. He coughed a little as he squirmed in pain on the ground. A heavy black cloak lay over his armorless body, and he still had that demonic sword strapped to his left side. His long jet black hair was matted down and all in a mess. His dull gray eyes look out towards the fiery sky, his senses starting to return a bit and the many presenses and energies in the area starting to stand out to him. Try as he might he couldn't move because of the pain he was still feeling. His presense could be felt a long ways away, the familiar dark presense he always kept supressed.

[Lord Ashram]

The wind whistled as it blew by, Ashram's now dry hair whips around in the wind. Ash had awaken after suffering for so long that his body shut down. The cool grass beneath him felt soothing to him so he didn't bother getting up yet.
Calmly Ashram rose off the ground, in the grass was an impression where he had layed for many hours. It was just now that he felt naked because he wore no armor. Everything fel so clear to him, his senses seeming to have been renewed in what was feeling like a new yet recognizable world. Ash remained where he was lost in thought, but after thought was given on what to do, a second black portal opened infront of him. He took a step forward vanishing into it a moment, then he emerged out the other side. His body was encased from the neck down in polished, heavy black armor. The light of the moon reflected off of it making it seem all the more perfect in design and creating what looked to be a white aura. His armor had gold trim and on his chest in gold were unholy symbols which appeared to others only as decorations but stood for more than one could think of. That demonic sword still hung at his side and looked the way it always had in that decorated black and gold sheath.
Though most of Ash's appearance looked to be the same, two things were a bit different. One was the helmet he wore. It was the skull of a demon from the shadows he had just escaped from. It resembled that of a dragon's skull but was much more fierce looking. The second thing was the set of large demonic wings that were as black as his armor but see through at the same time, they would be more visable during the day. He had wings for a long time now but were always kept in a transparent state and not really shown to anyone.
After he had passed through the portal and took a few steps towards the mountains, he paused. His dull gray eyes shimmered in the moon light as he looked to the south where GM was. Though he would end up there he would be going to pay the demon's a visit.

[Unknown]

::In the quiet mountains the camp had turned into a small fortifed village. The last caraven had reached its destination and the temple had been completed and the rift had closed. The winged man moved inside the temple taking a bag of items with him, he would disappear into the darkness of it and wouldn't be seen for hours. Work pretty much ceased and all was still and silent. After some time the man walked out from the temple and the unusual dark energies were starting to gather inside the huge black marble temple that was guarded by stone statues of the same black marble. For the most part the demons didn't seem to be doing much more than settling the area and making it their own. The fiery sky during the day was a sign that they claimed the mountains as theirs.::

::As a new presense emerged from the lands north of the small village, the winger man took a moment to look out that way with his light blue eyes, but that was all the attention given before he headed off to his tent to settle in for the night.::

[Tempest]

::after standing in the hall for what seemed like hours, her temper and frustration grew. Pacing the hall, she finally muttered:: Oh to hell with this. ::walking back out into the night, she took a deep breath and began braiding her hair. The single braid ended just below her butt. Walking to her horse, she swung her on to his back. Taking the reins firmly in hand, she leaned over and spoke to him:: So which rift do we go play in first? Mysts or mountians? ::letting Darus choose, she gave him his head and off to the mountians it was. What the hell she could do was beyond her but screw it. She was always getting her self in trouble. One of these days though her ass was going to get in more trouble then she could handle. Finally after what seemed like hours, again, the little impatient Tempie was a the base of the mountain. Looking up, icy blue hues widen as she takes in the changes:: Holy crap.

[Unknown]

::The changes in the amount of time was rather unbelievable. Strong magicks were in work along with demons that could work for long periods of time without getting tired. The demons were here to stay and there wasn't much one could do about it. The demons were adapting and learning how the magicks of the land worked and the properties of them. Despite the on lookers they kept on what they were doing, no worries at all. With the small village built there wasn't much activity except the guardian beasts and a few of the demons that studied magicks strolling around.::

[Lord Ashram]

Ashram proceeded across the lands and up into the mountains, normally in his slow pace it would have taken him a long time to reach where he was but he was using his ability to shadow walk which cut distances and time of travel greatly. Ashram headed straight towards one of the more guarded entries to the fortified village. He did so in a calm manner and with no intent of being hostile since he knew that wouldn't get him far. The energies in the area were odd yet familiar to him, it had reminded him of one of the past times he was pulled into one of the shadow realms. Grimly beneath the bone helmet he smirked, one energy stood out above all the others and was reminded even more of a past time in a shadow realm.