(Sorry for the lateness. Had a last minute move of housing and horrid net connection out in the middle of nowhere. Also, added a cliff side to one side of the castle since the surrounding lands weren't described, and I fancy cliff battles! Finally...don't know where the hell you got I was using a short, stubby man.)

Malaeth immediately liked the place. It felt dark, and seemed enchantedly chaotic. The constant shifting of weather didn't much bother him. The extreme heat and cold barely registered to him, his spells kept him rooted from being flung around. The rain, snow, and sleet slid from him like water from steel, enchanted as he was. Regions inside the affected terrain would shift both suddenly, and at other times, slowly as well. With a shrug, Malaeth simply scaled the walls of the castle. Easily extending the shadows from the crevices of the stone out enough to wrap around him - they basically carried him to the top.

Maelaeth sat upon the edge of a balcony, overlooking a sheer cliff face into forested land. He was truly impressed by the magic that had kept the castle up for so long. Time for my own impressive magic. Though, something lurks in these shadows... He sat down cross legged, and intertwined his fingers, keeping his palms separate. Very shortly, his own shadow had begun spiraling off of him and collecting int a volatile orb between his hands. From there, imperfect copies began to leap forth, distorted beings of Malaeth. After several dozen imitations had collected around him, he gave them directions with a thought.

Some ran about inside the castle, while others explored the outer limits of the castle. As beings of shadow, not much, aside for even stronger magic, would hinder them in the slightest. As he suspected, he lost a couple inside the castle rather quickly. Of course, his mind was immediately brought over to the outside of the castle where one of his copies seemed to have found his opponent. While fog concealed the man, Malaeth figured he had a good enough rough estimate. Rushing to the edge of the rooftop he was on, he called his power back in from his spell of shadows and channeled it into a fairly large sphere of lightning. He chuckled, figuring his thin, elven frame likely blended into the battlements and unleashed the spell. The power arced from the orb down towards the ground, close to where the shadow clone had been - and was to cause more than a fair sized explosion when it hit the ground...