:: The roof tops even now as the sun went down, were overly menacing. The warmth of summer had not yet hit its peek in Rhydin. Shea knelt on the roof top over looking e her 'patrol area.' Ever since the Council had dismissed and all those assignments given out. Shea had been on double duty with patrolling. She wasn't alone she had a group with her below her around her. They were seeking out those whom wished to do the city so much harm.::
::The maze like catacombs were going to be next. Shea did not favor those dark palces.Not because of what might lurk in the darkness, but they had an eerie feeling to them. A deep dark magic she could taste, with all her senses.::
:: The dark didn't bother her, the smell of the dead and that mold like smell didn't bother her, though the scents stung at her nose, she would wave them off. It was that darkness that deep magical darkness to the catacombs, the whole West End in fact had that feeling. Like spiders crawling along her spine, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Maybe now as the sun went down fully, this mission would get interesting:
::The maze like catacombs were going to be next. Shea did not favor those dark palces.Not because of what might lurk in the darkness, but they had an eerie feeling to them. A deep dark magic she could taste, with all her senses.::
:: The dark didn't bother her, the smell of the dead and that mold like smell didn't bother her, though the scents stung at her nose, she would wave them off. It was that darkness that deep magical darkness to the catacombs, the whole West End in fact had that feeling. Like spiders crawling along her spine, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up. Maybe now as the sun went down fully, this mission would get interesting: