Over the darkness of the night, a cloaked figure approached the lair. Somehow, he remained unseen, and though he had no means by which to enter, or even see the lair for that matter...He knew where it was from careful observation. And so, at the base of the waterfall, was a message carved into the rock. A message that would be found by following the sight of two dragon wings staked into the ground. One golden. The other, burned black.

To the Shimmerscales, the Therials, and the Shadowclaws...

You have cause me a great deal of grief. Especially, the late Zyloh Therial, who's wings you now find yourself observing. You'll find his head residing before the door of the Red Dragon Inn, unless it has been moved....The rest of him, however, is yours to find if you wish to seek him out.

Why have I done this, you might ask? Zyloh was a hindrance to my plans. As are Icer, and others of your families...Sento, Aurthur, Naria, Seleste, Serenity, Alexander...You are all a bar in my path, and for it, you will all meet the same fate as your....Late, Zyloh.

To the end of time, always your dark master.. Sarjon, Darin, Cerbarius, Kithar.

The figure had vanished in a flurry of shadows, after carving the messages with a dark, short blade...

::He had been right behind her, and he roared in outrage and grief as he saw the message, and he was right behind his mate. Neither of them needed to speak at all, no words were needed. hey were furious wih grief, and the Gods forbid that they should catch the one who had murdered their son.::