Darkness, cold and smothering. It was always the same with stone. Morsa pushed herself forward another step and passed through the wall. Her feet met with the cool ground on the other side and she felt the air on her face again. The guards didn't notice her passing, the normal ones never did. She moved through the castle and into a dark door with a rune carved into it, hand raised in front of her she knocked on the wood and marveled at the feeling.

Stale air washed out of the room as the door opened, Morsa stepped through and walked to the man sitting at a work bench. "So what news do you have?" He kept to his work, looking up would do him no good.

She picked up a piece of steel with a charcoal embedded in it and a map that was sitting unfolded beside the man, each was adorned with the same rune. "Three more locations, the unrest is spreading." Morsa drew hand prints over three castles. "What are your orders?"

"First put on the cloak so I can see you." The cloak fluttered to life and draped itself over an invisible set of shoulders, the color returned and a female outline took shape. Morsa tied the belt and pulled her now visible black hair from her eyes. "Thats better." The sorcerer looked up at his the spirit he had called from the air back when he was young. "Sit down and wait"

She moved elegantly, letting herself settle into a chair, the rune on the back of her jacket letting her interact with the physical world. Her thin frame was dwarfed by the book case on the wall behind her. The room was filled with research tomes and samples, herbs hung from the ceiling and bones filled drawers. Centered in the room, in front of the desk, was a stone scrying pool. Smoke filled the room and drew the moisture from the air, every second Morsa stayed in the room her face aged and her hair whitened.

"Leave, I cannot stand to see you ugly Morsa. Search the area for any of their soldiers but first bring this-" The sorcerer motioned to the map "- to the lord, leave the cloak." As soon as she disrobed she was off the door closing behind her.

Morsa flew through the air surrounding the castle feeling liberated, she noticed a strange sight in the moon light and went to investigate. On the ground a horse had gotten lose and was fleeing at great speed from an unseen predator. She watched as the muscles on the animal foamed over with sweat and she gasped as she saw what was casing it.

Horns of a ram and head of a snake the creature landed firmly on the back of its prey and buried its fangs into the horse's jugular. She landed next to the creature and watched taloned feet cutting into the meat on the horse's haunches as it consumed the animal's entrails. Marveling at its fur she gently brushed it, most animal's wouldn't notice a breeze so they do not notice her.

Not this one who was born of man and magic not nature. Its human like arms reached out and passed through her waist it swung its head around and snapped at her, its warm breath brushing her skin. "Master there is something here. I can feel it but I cannot see it nor touch it." In the town the master sat enjoying his new finger.

"If ya cannot feel it or touch it then how can it touch ya? Are you sure it wasn't jus' the wind?" Master was in no mood for a newborn's logic. "Take a good look around and report tomorrow, I am going to go show my fancy new finger around at the local whore house."

"Yes Master" after finishing its meal the demon flicked its eyes, switching between different views. On infrared it noticed a faint outline, it switched again and surveyed the differences in air pressure at the same spot. A definite female form appeared.

Morsa continued to watch the interesting creature, she had never seen a demon before but had heard all about them. The bigger ones ate the organs of living creatures and had a unique shape based on who ever summoned them. The more powerful ones were said to be ancient beasts summoned from the deepest pits of Ceild's valley of punishment, where they ate the ever regrowing skin of the wicked. She wondered about the one in front of her for a while before remembering one of her investigations.

Earlier that season a group of Divine Warriors had deposed their lord and set themselves as the rulers of their castle, starting a chain reaction in many of the weaker areas. The first group had apparently enlisted the help of a demon which they used to cause a distraction and also to knock down a door that had been locked by magic. The demon was said to be big and gray, with the head of a snake and the legs of a falcon.

The demon followed her down the the ground with his eyes, she moved towards him and he continued to watch her. She reached up and brushed the fur on his chest and he growled. She pushed her hand into his chest and gripped his heart and he hissed. She pulled it gently and it gave way, he staggered back whimpering and blood passed through her now immaterial hands.

Master pushed aside the woman in his bed and moved to the window "Where are you? What happened?" The energy connecting him and his demon had weakened greatly and he didn't feel the usual drain.

"Air spirit, watch the air-" The energy returned to Master completely.

"What happened?" The barmaid pulled the sheet up to cover herself as she looked towards the window.

"Nothing, get out of here I need to think."