Thindraug passed through the streets of the village, alone in the darkness of the cool night. A light breeze ruffled his fur as he walked in silence, eyes keenly taking in his surroundings. Watching the dust blow across the well-trodden path before him, he followed the scent of humans and alcohol. He was known as the Night Wanderer to many, the common tongue translation of his chosen surname. He enjoyed slipping through cities like a shadow and stirring up trouble and his reputation branded him as unruly, adventurous, and he was sometimes known for his sticky fingers. Though his habit of taking what he wanted without paying for it was least spoken of, he was rather sly.

Tonight he was restless, as usual, and wished to wake this sleeping village with something mischievous. The scent he was following took him quickly to a small pub next to Kaima Inn and he stopped to peek into one of the side windows. The window was small and grimy, like everything else in this small, battered village. Wiping it with his paw he glanced in and grinned at the sight of people. It wasn't late enough for the pub to have thrown people out yet, he would have an audience tonight. He stepped away from the window and paced around, thinking. He stroked his chin mischievously and grinned as an idea came to him.

Sneaking quickly across the street he ducked around the corner of the small shop facing the pub. Grinning all the while, he raised his hand with a grin, a fireball hovering above the palm of his paw. "Wakey wakey, Estolad," he whispered, then threw the fireball at the pub's poor-excuse for a roof. Thatched and covered in tar it would light easily and go out with much struggle. He threw a few more fireballs for good measure, another at the roof, one at the front window, and another at the main body of the building. The second he finished with the last fireball he sneaked off to the back side of the building he was hiding next to, then jogged down several buildings and away from where he had started trouble. He came back to the front side of the buildings and crouched in a shadow to watch the chaos he had created with a grin. The pub and the village would be fine, he knew that, and for the moment he felt no guilt for what he had done.

((Hope you don't mind me joining in))

Shelurath flew through the air above Estalod in half dragon, half human form (human with dragons wings) Her black wings seemed camoflauged against the night sky, and so did her robes, to people down below she was hardly there. She glided down and landed gently on a roof top keeping sure that it wouldn't cave in, she watched the ground. A Lupine, or wolf or whatever it was was watching the inn, seconds later it darted behind the building Shelurath was on and set fire to the inn. Shelurath watched carefully and listened to the people panicking inside.
"Well" she said "It's their own fault for having a thatched roof"
She jumped down from the building landing silently near the Lupine and sparing it a quick glance before turning back to the inn, she leaned against the wall and watched the people panik with amusement.

Mairi looked about and saw a Lupine. A gray Lupine, if her eyes didn't decieive her, dart behind a pub and light it on fire. She laughed as she heard the excelaims of the people inside and watched for a moment as the fire spread to the buildings around it.
Well...Let's have some fun!
Mairi grabbed a torch from a holder near someone's front gate and set a few other houses on fire, laughing maniacally when the inhabitants screamed. This was going to be much fun indeed..

As he crouched in the shadows watching people pour out of the pub across the street Thindraug grinned, twirling a golden coin around his clawed fingers. He stopped spinning the coin and held it up to admire it for a moment, the moonlight glinting off of the smooth surface. He had cleverly stolen this coin from a Lord of Lómëdor after a brief encounter with him on the streets of the city. To this day the Lord still doesn't know where he misplaced the small treasure, but he has long since forgotten the charming Wolven fellow he met outside a pub one night.

Thindraug closed his fist around the coin, then tucked it back into the inner lining of his armor. He stood brushing himself off and casually stepped out of the shadows. He strolled nonchalantly over to the burning pub that was close to fully evacuated. He inspected the roof as he approached, noting that the right side looked like it might cave in. He stood in front of the pub now and glanced in through the front window before stepping into the building's shabby front doors. It was empty as far as he could tell and he walked around pushing over tables looking for anything worth taking. Many of the tables were already overturned from the rush to escape. He wouldn't have much time to scrounge up any goods before the water brigade showed up with their lines of villagers with buckets of water to attempt to douse the flames.

He leapt from where he stood and landed heavily on the bar counter. He overturned a shelf and knocked over half empty glasses as he searched for the cash box. He dropped down behind the counter and sifted through random junk, hurrying much faster now that the smoke had started to thicken in the pub. He grunted with annoyance, it appeared that the bartender had taken the cash box with him. He spun around to face the wall full of liquor and looked through them quickly for their best fine ale. He quickly grabbed two bottles and tucked them into his pack, then leapt over the counter to head out the door again. Half way to the counter there was a creak of strained wood and he looked up quickly at the ceiling to his left. Before his very eyes a wooden support beam for the ceiling snapped and flaming wood, tar, and thatch caved in toward him. He made a wild leap for the door, tumbling to the ground and praying his quick reflexes would be enough to get him to safety before it was too late.

Mairi turned from her fun when she heard a loud crash coming from the direction of the flaming pub.
Damn.
She hurried over, quickly morphing into a Rock Golem, that can’t be hurt too badly by fire, reason told her. She looked in the door and saw that Lupine she’d seen earlier jump for the door, and miss it by about a foot. Mairi ran at full speed. Another second, and the whole roof would cave in!
She ran into the flaming mess and came awfully close to burning herself. Good thing her skin was currently made of granite, else she’d be a crispy wafer by now.
Mairi bent and grabbed the Lupine’s paws, being careful not to crush them, and helped him–more like half dragged him–out of the burning pub and into a cool alley a few houses down. She propped him up against the wall to let him catch his breath and morphed back into her HalfElven form, hands on her hips.
”Not one for staying where it’s safe, are we? You’re as bad as I am, almost dying that way!”
Mairi looked at the Lupine as sternly as she could, but it was all she could do not to burst out laughing at him..it...whatever.
”What’s your name, anyway? Mine’s Mairi, if you want to know. And you’re welcome for getting you out of a freaking inferno before you died of either burns or breathing in too much smoke.”

The Lupine had too far to go to make it to the door and his reflexes, though able to save him from a falling ceiling beam, weren't enough to get him out in one bound. He looked up from his position on the floor and saw what appeared to be a stone golem but before he could do anything more than appear puzzled, the golem grabbed onto his front paws and dragged him the rest of the way out of the building. He was more tired than he had expected from breathing in too much smoke and the golem was able to drag him a small distance before he could protest.

He found himself leaned up against a wall and he looked up at the golem. It was the first creature he'd seen in a while that stood taller than he, then, to his great surprise, it suddenly changed before his eyes, shrinking back down to a very petite, Elvish looking girl. She immediately jumped into a lecture about him. He shook his head clear, not really listening to the child berate him. He looked around at where they were hidden, wondering why she had seated him in a puddle of water. He sniffed and the scent of alcohol burned his nose, and he jumped up cursing. He tore his travel pack off and opened it to find broken glass and spilled ale all over his possessions. Miraculously, only one bottle of ale had broken, the other was still intact.

He took out the remaining bottle and dropped his ravaged pack to the ground, moving now to sit on a wooden crate in the ally. "Well, Miss Mairi, the name is Night Wanderer," her said, letting his reputation take the credit for this mess. He had managed to keep his real name, Thindraug, out of attention's eye much better than his infamous name of Night Wanderer, and he wanted to keep it that way. He opened the bottle of ale and took a deep drink of it, then doused a little of it on a cut on his right foot paw. "What is a young girl like you doing out this late at night, coming to the aid of trouble-making strangers?" He took another sip of ale as he casually awaited a response from the girl.

Shelurath watched curiousley as the golem dragged out the lupine and down a nearby alley, she stared into the flaming mass of the pub and the people running about.
"Humans" she sighed.

Awhile later she landed on the rooftop overlooking the aleyway watching the lupine talk to a half elf girl. She stood up straight almost camoflauged in the night sky, and dropped down behind them.
"Not meaning to interupt what could be the usual lecture about dangerous actions" she said "but I think you might have been looking for this"
She held out a small money box which one running idiot had dropped in his panik.
"I've got no use for it so you can have it if you want" she smiled "if that's what you're here for"
She looked the lupine up and down, estimating him.

The lonely mage sat in the back of the local pub drowning his sorrows away with the vile concoction known as beer. Everyone in his life was now dead. He had little to live for. The thought of vengeance kept him going. He wanted to destroy the demons who had slaughtered his father, to eradicate the barbarians who had brought the plagues that had taken his mother, and slay the beast Vrobleski who had killed his one and only friend Emma.

He had just started on his second bottle of the disgusting brew when the roof burst open in a blaze of flames. Startled he fell back in his seat sending his bottle crashing into the floor. Even with the buzz in his head he could tell that the fire was created by magic. He now wished he had not had the beer. He wished the buzzing would stop so he could think clearly.

He quickly rose off the floor and whispered a few words in the ancient language like he always did when casting magic. The rune tattooed on his forehead burst into a bright icy blue color as a shard of ice flew from his hand, but his head was too clouded for him to cast any powerful magic. The ice melted before it even got to the roaring flames.

“It is too late!” a voice said. It was a voice that had haunted the mage for weeks now. It was the voice of Emma. “Please, just go,” it pleaded on. “There is nothing you can do! Run you fool. Run Morris!”

The mage named Morris held his palm to his head as white-hot pain shot through his arms. It was the pain that only magic could cause. He felt it carve something into his upper arm as his head split open in misery. The words “Run Morris” echoed through his ears as he lost control of his body.

He lifted his sleeve to look at the new rune carved into his left bicep. It now shimmered with a gray light. Whoever was now controlling Morris fled the scene as the fire blazed on. It was neither Wrath, Grief, nor Mule, but the memory of Emma who now controlled the mage’s body.

Morris fled into an ally where he found a barrel of water. Feeling he needed to clear his head he dunked his head into the barrel soaking himself in its cool depths. Over and over he submerged his head until the buzzing was gone. He looked up pulling his hood back over his head as he gathered his thoughts.

He did not get much time to think before the townsfolk came rushing up to him. “Hey what are you doing? Don’t waste that water. We need it. There is a fire! Come quick. We need all the help that we can muster,” they shouted at him as they pulled the barrel away from him and head back toward the inn.

Morris did not follow the panicking civilians back to the inn, however. He went deeper into the ally searching behind every building for the dark mage who had started this chaos. He would pay for disturbing the mage.

He came to a stop as he saw not one but three beings. (I must call them being for they were not humans. Neither were they of the same race.) Morris only caught a few words of their conversation, but he picked up that they were talking about the fire. It was easy to conclude that they were the cause of it.

“So you like fire,” Morris said announcing himself, “well then you are going to love this.”

He bent low as he mustered the power from his body. If Wrath was in control it would be no problem, but it was the memory that moved the body now, so it took more than just words to summon forth the power. He quickly jumped back shouting is ancient chant and throwing his hands to the sky. Flames burst from his palms fly into the sky. They quickly whirled together forming a flaming body resembling a burning human.

“Still like fire?” he asked with a chuckle as the fire spirit landed in front of him.

Before the girl could reply to his question there was a soft noise and a voice behind him and he stood up, turning around to see who lurked behind his back. To his surprise he saw what appeared to be a female half-dragon. Even in small villages like Estolad you could find creatures of every race, it was amazing sometimes. She held out a metal box as she talked and his jaw dropped slightly, "This is absolutely outstanding! I thank you kindly ma'am, this is the very thing I was looking for," he said with a wink. He gave her an elegant bow of appreciation then stood straight again, graciously taking the box she offered to him. "M'lady, if there is anything I can do for you, by all means," he said with elegant hand gesture, "ask it!"

He looked down at the cash box happily and hummed a little to himself as he sat down once more upon the crate. He replugged the bottle of ale with its cork and meant to rifle through his pack and clean up, but yet again he was interrupted by an additional person arriving. No matter how deserted one might thing the land they're walking through is, there are always people there to encounter. This particular man was rather unpleasant and high-strung. The man seemed very unhappy and vengeful about the fire Night Wanderer had caused, and with a surge of power and flames he summoned what appeared to be a fire elemental, but he couldn't be entirely sure as he had never seen one. Quick to anger, this one is, eh? he thought to himself. Best diffuse the situation...

"Why, good sir, you're quite right, I love what you've done with that. To answer your question, yes, I'm still fond of fire. I should dare say life and food would be much duller without it. Not sure what you intend to do with that fancy fire of yours, but it is quite entertaining, bravo. Come sit and have some ale now with your fellow fire victims." Surely he hadn't given himself away as the fire-starter, any previous conversation had only been light talk about being up late and potentially getting hurt. He hoped his skill for bluffing and diplomacy would help him through this. What was the purpose of practicing lying and squirming his way out of trouble if it wasn't going to help him?

Shelurath looked up bored at the fire thing above her.
"Nice light show" she teased "but if you were planning to try and hurt me with it you're out of luck, in any case why do you instantly see a fire, see 3 people standing in an alleyway and immediatly blame them? You jump to conclusions"
She flapped her wings slightly and folded them away so she could move more easily in the enclosed space.
"Who are you by the way?" she asked "I'm Shelurath"

The lupine was a race Morris found to be filled with a lust for chaos, so it did not surprise him to receive such a nonchalant answer from the beast. It did, however, fill him with rage. The mere thought that someone could create such havoc and laugh about it was enough to make him puke.

The dragoon joined in making fun of Morris’s power. Morris cried out in his anger, “My name is of no consequence. Just know I am a mage of Liara the Goddess of Nature. It is time for you to feel the full sting of Mage of the Order of Nature.” Morris pulled his staff from the sling on his back. The gem Liara had set upon it was emitting a green glow.

“Yes, strike them with a fireball!” Wrath scream in Morris’s head. “Fight fire with fire. Let them know what a real mage can do.”

“No,” replied the memory coolly, “we do not want to start another fire. Do not worry they will feel our power.”

“Spirit, destroy them, but be careful not to start another fire!” Morris screamed at his summoned element.

Morris looked up at the trio with a hunger for their blood shining in his eyes. He raised his still glowing rod and shouted out in the ancient tongue. Morris’s bicep erupted in light as he tapped into his full power. The gem upon the staff shimmered right before a giant blast of ice flew out of it headed toward the group of miscreants.

((OOC: I have feat empower spell, Liara's staff, and Liara's emproved elemental power, so the Ice Arrow is really powerful.))

Mairi glared at the Draconic newcomer for a moment. SHE’D saved This Lupine’s life, and she’d gotten WHAT for it?!
She turned in surprise when the strange man appeared behind them all. And laughed at the Fire Spirit. Ignoring the Lupine’s reply to his rash words, and turned to face the Spirit.
”...Don’t make me laugh. That thing looks pathetic.”
She then turned to “Night Wanderer”.
I’ve never heard that name in my life. And I’m fairly sure it’s not your real one....And I don’t even get a thank you for saving your life. Quite And I’m out in the middle of the night because I can be. No one’s going to stop me, I’ve no one to answer to but myself, and that’s how I like it.”
Mairi turned to face the Spirit and its controller, claws drawn and laced with Shadow.
”As for you...Bring it.”

Shelurath looked up to see the mage casting a spell.
"Well that's what you get for trying to be nice" she sighed "I hate this world"
She took in a deep breath a let out a stream of jet black flame infront of the mage intending to throw him off balance.
"And quite with the fireworks" she said casting hailstorm and using the ice balls to punch through the fire spirit, melt and then put out the fire "you're boring me"

Morris's eyes darted to his minion as he heard a scream of pain come from him. Morris quickly realized that one of the fools had summoned a storm hoping to kill Morris's fire spirit. Morris laughed at the lack of knowledge that his opponents showed. Morris knew magic well and knew that a summoned storm had very little magic in it's power and therfore could do only little harm to his minion. Morris, however, decided to show of his great power by raising his hand and saying his chant to vanquish an entire storm.

The storm was no sooner gone than Morris felt a stream of flame smash into his arm. To any normal being it would have burn their entire arm, but for Morris, who was not normal, it merely singed him.

Morris vanished in an instant not wanting to stay in the way of the stream. He reappeared the moment he was gone on the other side of the alley behind the dark spirited trio. "That was very tricky," he said as he raised his staff in anger. I will not let my guard down again.

Morris screamed bloody murder to the very ground beneath their feet. He was done with missile spells that could easily be dodged. He would now attack them with the elements themselves instead of some magical rip off. The ground split open as water shot out of the sewers in a gigantic pillar.

"Dodge that," Morris said to the group in a sarcastic tone.

((OOC: Those two spells were fired off rather fast for someone without Quicken Spell, Shelurath. The spells I used was Unsummon, then Teleport, then Water Spout. I have fire resistance from my PrC. I don't know what happened to my Ice Spell, but it should have had enough power to blast through the flame tongue with some power left over.))