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09-17-2020, 05:55 AM
Arriving from the northeast, mounted on elks and shielded by makeshift shades strapped to the animals backs come three diminutive figures accompanied by a group of Satyrs as guides. Dazzled by the bright light of day, the three peer out with mixed expressions of wonder and apprehension. The trek had been slow, due to the aversion the three had to the day, but eventually they were forced to accommodate in order to reach the meeting on time. The gates of the city, the walls, the tall buildings; all these and every strange alien sight as they enter the bastion draws their ever shifting gaze.
The riders, small and childlike in stature with skin as pale as moonlight revealing deep amber veins beneath draw just as many curious stares from the locals as the locals do from them. Chattering back and forth in the language of the fae, their speech becomes both quicker and more truncated as the near their destination.
Upon being granted entry into the war room itself, the small stature of the Dulvyr is made all the more obvious by the much taller beings that had already arrived. The leader of the trio is garbed in muted brown and gray, with small woven patterns of green that almost seem to shine any time a shadow crosses over him. A mantle of tan is draped over his shoulders, held in place with a gleaming bronze pin. The other two following him wear similar colours, though wear light armour made of an amalgamation of chitin and leather, small scabbards at their waists and sacks slung over their shoulders.
With a small nervous bow, the leader addresses the room. Speaking in an old form of the Wyrde Tongue "Valsaegrith hears that Bastion stands, grand circle has sent Arvo to speak for them. Friend of Arvo, Lykandris of Skydwellers, shows us letter calling for aid." There is a glance back toward the two guards that came with him as well as the Satyr guides before he steadies himself with a quick breath.
"Valsaegrith has remained hidden from Chaolich since first arrival, but now the children of the Nightfather will help stop invasion. The great project nears completion."
The riders, small and childlike in stature with skin as pale as moonlight revealing deep amber veins beneath draw just as many curious stares from the locals as the locals do from them. Chattering back and forth in the language of the fae, their speech becomes both quicker and more truncated as the near their destination.
Upon being granted entry into the war room itself, the small stature of the Dulvyr is made all the more obvious by the much taller beings that had already arrived. The leader of the trio is garbed in muted brown and gray, with small woven patterns of green that almost seem to shine any time a shadow crosses over him. A mantle of tan is draped over his shoulders, held in place with a gleaming bronze pin. The other two following him wear similar colours, though wear light armour made of an amalgamation of chitin and leather, small scabbards at their waists and sacks slung over their shoulders.
With a small nervous bow, the leader addresses the room. Speaking in an old form of the Wyrde Tongue "Valsaegrith hears that Bastion stands, grand circle has sent Arvo to speak for them. Friend of Arvo, Lykandris of Skydwellers, shows us letter calling for aid." There is a glance back toward the two guards that came with him as well as the Satyr guides before he steadies himself with a quick breath.
"Valsaegrith has remained hidden from Chaolich since first arrival, but now the children of the Nightfather will help stop invasion. The great project nears completion."