Dark clouds filled the sky, and the plains became a wetland of rain. It was almost impossible to escape the rain, except for the ancient tower. The ancient tower stood silent and empty for a while, until H'tes entered with a rush to escape the downpour of rain outside.

He was soaked, and so took a moment to dry himself off. His sounds echoed through the halls of the Ancient tower. It seemed that for a while, this place would act as his shelter. H'tes looked around the place. It seemed to be empty except for him. He had heard of this place before, but it was his first time actually being here. He was lucky to find a shelter from the rain storm outside.

He walked out of the main hall, through stairs, until he found a bedroom. Although dusty and showing it's age, the room was rather nice, with a bed, night stand, and some pretty-for-their-time decorations. He set his staff down to lean against the night stand, it being one of his only things he carried around with him aside from his journal which he set down on the night stand. He did not even really use his journal, but he had it if he ever felt like writing something in it.

He looked out the window to watch the downpour, and saw that there was lightning, and then he heard it's thunder. "Looks like I might be staying here a while," he said to himself. Well, at least he could thing of worse shelters to have found. He was lucky to find a place in nicer condition then some like a cave, so he would not complain about it too much. H'tes laid out on the bed, and began to rest in it, not for sleep, more just to relax.

A lone crate sat behind the stairs. Inside it was a crowded Yoro.

"He's probably gone now," he told himself. Yoro removed the crate. He looked around. Silence. Yoro heard footsteps. Coming for the stairs. Yoro got low and pressed up to them. A male he guessed. After the steps seemed to fade, he whispered, "Gilthrikka." From his back sprouted some black feathers and her wings came out. He slowly began to ascend. He peered around. He saw him walking into a room.

Yoro knew this place like the back of his hand. That room was well furnished. This person must be here to rest. Harmless. To make sure, he tossed a thieves' knife onto the ground and slowly began to descend. Now to wait.

Rain poured from the sky, smoke arose from a flame that moved across the muddy grounds to the tower not too far off. The flame was quickly dying, fading from the one who held it around his body like a cloak. A man could be seen, runing as quickly as possible to the tower, a couple of seconds before he reached the door his flames had died out, now he was getting drenched by the rain. He cursed the rain as he finally made his way into the dry interior, water dripping from his clothing. Being an elemental, expecially one of fire, made it difficult and extremely frustrating to be drenched from head to toe. He probably would have been drowned if he hadn't summoned those flames to cover his body. The entry way was darkened, only lit by a couple of torches mounted upon the dirty walls. The place seemed a bit small compared to the Shadovar's halls, but there was no telling how old this accursed tower has been here. Aduro knew that it had been there, abandoned, before he ever laid a foot on this world. His hair was laying down on his face as it continued to drip. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before he dried up.

He looked around and saw a few more torches mounted on the wall. He took one from the wall and lit it as he would a weapon. While he was here he might as well explore this place a bit. It hadn't been for several years he had been here, more than likley he would find something new of interest. He steps echoes off of the dirty stone that made up the tower, spiderwebs frequented catching on fire by the torch. It wasn't long before Aduro reached a dusty staircase and made his way up. As he continued to walk he fealt a cold metal beneath his bare foot. He looked down to see a blade. It wasn't dust covered like everything else. Perhaps it would be wise to keep aware of anything that made a breath in this building.

((this is my first rp ever, bear with me tell me whats wrong))

Kirik was crouched under the one tree he could find in the plains, cold and wet desprateley trying to get a fire started. He was hungry and being a cook the only thing between him and his meal was getting this fire going in the rain.
"This just isn't my day" he said to himself soaking wet trying to light the fire. Kirik looked up and saw a structure in the distance. "A building in the plains? It looks like somewhat of a tower" he said to himself, happy that there was something out there other than darkness and rain. He grabbed his bow from under the tree. "Here we go" he said to himself quitely. Taking swift light steps, kirik was on his way to the tower running as fast as his sturdy legs took him. "Finally!" he said, out of breath and drenched. He slowly entered the tower, taking caution with every step. Eventually he came to a room with a small oak chair and mahagony table. He sat down to rest and heard footsteps. It sounded as though there were more than one person in this place but he told himself it was just an echo. He began to get a little nervous and thought "better to just head back out, this place is strange.." Kirik slowly walked toward the exit.