somberdog's Clan

[Clan Nehial]

You find yourself wandering throughout the Shifting Expanses, the heavy winds from the storm blowing you back, but not quite enough to keep you from continuing. You see a faint light out in the distance. Odd, it seemed. This one area seemed desolate for the most part, except for the faint flickers of lightning and booming of thunder up in the sky. Yet you continued towards the light, until you began to be able to make out clan.

Although wary, you continued, inching closer with each harrowing step you took. Until you came face to face with an Imperial, a blue so dark it was almost black, with bright, intimidating, cyan eyes.

"Hello there." He'd say, in a rather curious, yet curt tone. You could feel the presence of others behind him, and begin to hear them snicker underneath their breath, as if on cue.

You see a desk stacked with unorganized papers, primarily report forums and odd technical stuff you don't understand.

"Care to join us for dinner?"