[Tarrek]

Rhys
Rhys rushed into the mage headquaters ignoring the usual sneers and scoffs that he usually got, and dodged his way through a crowd up to Avandra Galandril, head mage.
"What is it?" he said as the mage scanned over table full of books and scrolls, all having arcane symbols and drawings depicting a strange violet sphere.
"As far as I can tell," the mage said, "it is a portal of some kind. Where it goes and why it showed up is still unknown, but a portal of that size can't be good. It seems to be similar to a legend from thousands of years ago. The legend states that some kind of army marched across the lands wiping out all in their path until only a small holdout remained. These survivors held a number of powerful mages, and together they were able to banish the army back to where it came from, though they sacrificed their lives in the process."
"So what do we do?" A gruff voice barked as a large man pushed his way through the crowd.
"What we do, is we find out what exactly this is and what to do about it." Avandra replied. "We need information. Rhys, can you scout it out?"
"Yeah. I'll be back shortly."
Rhys retreated to a balcony. Rhys looked like a half-elf of average height with short brown hair and crimson eyes. But that was what he WAS. Apon reaching the balcony, his red cloak suddenly spread into large crimson leathery wings and his eyes began to glow like fiery orbs. He leapt off the balcony and soured into the sky where a massive violet orb was stationed miles away over the volcano that lay at the center of the continent. The orb pulsed with energy, blasts of power striking the top of the mountain.