*Nothing great happened. The clouds above began to grow restless, as if forming into a storm. The storm was symbolic yes....but sadly it was a dead give away the one of Set's powerful minions would appear. The inside of the bar where Duragon, Valron, and a few mortals sat grew cold. The lights also dimmed as wispers were quickly heard. All of the sudden, a voice spoke out from the shadows.

"I assume you know why I'm here demon."

*Ticonious has formed in the shadows of the bar. The High Priest stood beside a table. The man drinking looked up and in shock fell back from the chair. The Necromancer had his hood drawn to cover his beautiful face. The figure stood tall with his crimson robe and cape falling straight down. The only thing that could be seen from under the robe was the black metal covered leather gloves and sholder garments. Within his left hand, the High Priest held his golden staff. Slowly turning his head to the drunk who had fallen from his seat, the Necromancer spoke in mockery.

"So funny.....the lower beings that is. They try so hard to avoid life by drowning their sorrows. Pathetic."

*Ticonious pointed to the man with his right hand and then pointed to the door. The man's body suddenly was lifted by unholy powers and thrown through the doors. Lowering his hand, Ticonious looked back at Duragon and Valron beside him. The hooded figure chuckled as he looked about the room and saw the other humans looking in horror upon the dark necromancer.

"All of you are sheep to the slaughter......trust me, before this night is done you will either come to serve me and my master or you will die."

*Fixing his hooded gaze upon Duragon once more.

"Dark Lord has given you enough time.........what do you have to report?"