Rain has never poured like it was in the Outlands today. The hard ground once red soil was saggy and slippery for most horses to mount Hill side towns. While the rain was pouring four mysterious individuals came through the closed off town, Hill's Town— because of the rain— mounted on four great stallions. Two Brown and the other two Grey as black coal.
They all wore the same black hoods towering in the rain as they came to stop in front of a Homestead for horses. A scarred old man stood by the door and his already pale skin became more pale when his eyes met a silver-white haired and eyed male who was among the riders. He knew the rules, he knew the laws and identification of every mutant especially elemental benders. The colour of their eyes and hair determined which nation they belonged to: FIRE, WATER, EARTH AND WIND NATION.
And none of them had white hair or eyes in fact no one did. He must have lived a long time to know this. The fact no one has ever had white hair and eyes. "Keep them fed and warm." The mysterious silver-white haired fella dug under his coat, his voice a deep and icy sound as he spoke eyes locked into the old man's. "This is for your troubles, however if there will be any." He tossed a brown sack of silver coins. A blue and black haired young lady also among the four horsemen, with a pleasant smile held the old man by hand and apologized for her friend. "He can be intimidating sometimes." She said. "Intimidating Alright." A red haired and eyed fella spoke with his Southern accent escaping his lips as he handed over his horse to the old man scoffing at what the young lady said about their strange friend.
"We need to find shelter somewhere first before we can meet the guy don't you think?" The lady yelled under the pouring rain so her friend could hear her. He turned his back to face her, "The longer we take to find the asshole the easier we make it for him to escape. Yeah?"
He was not pleased when spoke and with a nod the lady pointed to a much bigger building compared from all the other houses in this town. And they marched toward it like four assassins in black hoods under the rain.
Arriving at the door, two doormen stopped gem in their tracks and the fella with red hair whispered "I wouldn't do that if I were you" a clear warning the doormen did not understand as they pulled into the rain and knocked unconscious by the tallest among them who had not uttered a word since the arrived at the small Hill's town. He was way taller than the strange man who looked like someone dying to rip someone's heart out quicker than a Speedster. His cat-like eyes were an unsure yellow mixture of black and gold but his hair was a hazel brown colour. He was the very same person who pulled the doormen into the rain, yanked both of them mid air and crushed their bodies together on the wet floor, knocking both of them out cold in the cold.
They opened the large door and they did not expect that the person they had come for was waiting for them all along as they came across a table filled with food, half baked women bringing in more good and drinks while others kept keeping him warm with their fire bending abilities. Burning his skin without use of fire but heat from their palms a skill that takes years of training to harvest. So these fire-bending women were not just ordinary fire benders but top tier elemental benders displayed before their eyes. "Come on in good friends. I have been expecting this visit. Come on and let us eat and drink to this wonderful visit." A huge red beard bald general— welcomed the four horsemen visitors— in charge of this town and this house.