Zemepatis had been still within the mountain halls of the Earth Elves when he, along with most of the rest of the populace had felt their Lord fall. Though it was but momentary, the pain and Despair was overwhelming, and even the famously stoic Earth Elves were brought low by its intensity. As it passed, though, the sense of relief was equally potent, and Zemepatis could have sworn that some of the elder Earth Elves were on the verge of laughing with relief and joy.
The next day, Zemepatis left the mountain, and three days after that, he arrives at the base of Fikiawe's steep slopes. It doesn't take long for his glittering skin to attract the attention of a raven-born avian circling on patrol, and the guard stoops down to land on a rockten feet above Zemepatis' head. "I guess you want up, then?" the raven asks.
"To be honest, I'd rather know whether my friends are still around up there before that. Heights aren't really my thing. I'm looking for Ruillsara Moonheart and Fionan Druce, a pair of Life-Elf healers who likely arrived... a fortnight ago?"
The raven sighs, and launches himself up into the air, disappearing swiftly from sight.
Circusite, Ref(!?) and general lunatic.