Necro was confused about the blackness and the shaking ground. The storm had finally come in full force but Necro didn't remember feeling an earthquake when he was checking earlier. Then again, he was focusing on the weather, which might have blinded him to signs of other disturbances. The people of the village were scattering in a massed panic. A few thought the group behind the barrier were the cause and started attacking Necro's wall. Most were just running in any direction without thinking. A recent shake made him loose his balance causing his wall to fall, letting in about 5 angry villagers who immediately decided to attack the two dragons as the biggest threat they saw. The darkness rolled in and it was hard to place where anyone was anymore. Lightning struck the village in several places as the wind picked up. "Where is everyone!" Necro headed toward where he thought he had seen the platform appear. "If you can here me hear me please shout back! I'm headed toward the platform I think!" A villager came out of the darkness with a pitchfork and tried to stab Necro. Necro side-stepped the attack and knocked the pitchfork out of his hand. Necro then reached up to the villagers neck and paralyzed him with electrical magic. Necro continued forward listening for the others.
Fredrick was tempted to go back and help the people he had left behind but decided they probably wouldn't have wanted him anywhere nearby. He took his horse from an Inn's stable and rode away from the village and the storm. The earth started to shake and he was thrown from his horse, who then ran away. Fredrick decided next time he'd sign out a paladin horse instead of purchasing an ill trained one. A darkness approached and he cast a light spell to disipate the darkness so he could still see. He headed toward the paladin orders HQ on foot. He wasn't prepared for what he'd find there. He had known evil hid in darkness, and was aware that there was evil hidden even in light. He however thought such evil could never infiltrate the paladin order. It was, after all, an inquisitors job, among other things, to make sure this never happened. He was wrong, the inquisitors had failed, they had failed miserably.