The last of those called arrived at last, the air crackling with power from the bending of reality and time itself. These ripples would go completely unseen by any of his opponents, but they were as plain as day to the eyes of Edbon. His observation of the room soon brought his attention to the being sitting within the throne. So these were the Dreamers the Angar-Rylla were so adamant on seeking out and researching? Well they certainly seemed to possess a great deal of power; he would give them that.    
 
One of the two figures flanking him walked up to stand beside him. A hood and gas-mask obfuscated his face from view, revealing only steel blue eyes and locks of white hair that slipped out the edges of his cowl; which still hide his elfin ears from view. In his left hand he carried a briefcase like object black in color, the same shade of the hood and robes he wore.     

Aquilan whistled as he took in the chambers ancient if alien architecture. He flexed his right hand holding it up as flakes of dull white blue dust whirled around the outstretched hand. [color=LightSkyBlue]“Hmm, this place… perhaps not what I expected. Yet there seems to be water vapor present in the environment. Once more the air is breathable.”[/color]       

The woman, taller than either of her male counterparts, strode forward confidently. Her appearance deceivingly human, with dark caramel skin and jet black hair. If not for her fairly muscular build and faded red eyes one might have thought her normal in comparison to the beings recently taken to this place. Faoesia sighed, [color=lightcoral]“Good to know,”[/color] responding to Aquilan’s observations. A purple aura of light fading from around her head. She inhaled sharply. [color=lightcoral]“Ah, the air here is not much different than Joyiolar… but… heavier somehow in a way that I can't quite explain.”[/color]

She turned her head to Edbon and with a half smiled asked, [color=lightcoral]“Well Lord. What do you make of your opponents? Any of them look like more trouble than they first appear?”[/color]  

The man in question folded his arms and took one step forward head low and eyes closed as he said, [color=black]“You know such formalities are not necessary since I’m not technically a part of the military anymore.”[/color] He shrugged, [color=black]“In any case I already began taking the measure of everyone who’s arrived.”[/color] 

He opened his eyes again and laid his attention on one of the first to beseech their gracious hosts. He did not know the man’s name, but he sensed a kind of apprehensiveness about him. As if he was used to living in dangerous environments- and as a consequence- was constantly on his guard. A survivor. One not afraid to shed blood when necessary. His aura was the complete opposite of the man, a pale dying blue that seemed at odds with his nature; at least on the surface. A calm beneath a storm of turmoil.   
  
Then there was the loud mouth who peaked the seasoned soldier’s interest for different reasons. He wore a metal mask of some kind that was in some ways not unlike the one he himself wore; though more a mask than a full helmet. How odd. He’d always thought his sense of fashion was rather unique. This one possessed a kind of restless energy about him waiting to burst forth. Something told Edbon that this one was rather dangerous and would need to be watched closely. A killer through and through. 

The coming of the angelic looking creature had initially caught Edbon off guard. More so to do with the combination of his appearance and entrance than anything in particular. His bearing bespoke of utter confidence, yes, and a kind of strength of purpose that could not be denied. A warrior to be sure; on the other hand he had a righteous conviction of spirit befitting his seemingly holy stature. Arrogance. Yes Edbon knew it well. Already here no more than a few breaths and out of all those gathered he had displayed his strengths… and weakness without thought more so than the rest.

Then there was the woman. Rather humble in comparison to the rest, although looks were often misleading. Where the others were openly armed in one manner or another. This one seemed to hold a bored confidence, yet he could sense new excitement boiling under the surface. A thrill seeker then? Of course, given the nature of this tournament not surprising. He considered for a moment if perhaps the younger girl was also a contender. Despite the fact she seemed too young for such a thing, she did possess a fiery aura that to Edbon’s eyes would outshine the winged warriors in many respects. The bikini was a strange set of attire to be sure however…

At last there was, what seemed for all intents and purposes, to be a anthropomorphic animal. A wolf by the looks of it. The familiar hues of power that resonated about him revealed a user of mana. The strands of reality set about him revealed his powers plainly to the observant and perceptive veteran. Given his perceived abilities Edbon immediately dismissed him as a threat and moved his attention back to the bearded man, woman in trench coat, and winged warrior.

[color=black]“The woman, the old man...and the Asaran…”[/color] Edbon began.

[color=LightSkyBlue]“Asaran? Yes the Dreamer called him such.”[/color] Aquilan nodded knowingly, his forefinger curled close to his chin in thought. [color=LightSkyBlue]“Yes, the Empire would likely have some records of his species. If nothing else we know he can fly. What of the woman? Did you sense anything in particular?”[/color]  

Edbon shrugged letting his hands fall to his sides again, [color=black]“No, there are too many beings in once place, not to mention the presence of the Dreamers themselves to get an accurate read. I sense that one with the mask may be another to look out for. Too early to decide. For now we shou-”[/color]

Suddenly a whirl of power manifested before the three, startling Aquilan and Faoesia back a step. Edbon could see no intent of hostility in the yet kept his guard up all the same. The shape that finally formed was that of an orb of liquid like silver. It rippled like a drop of water for a moment before speaking, “Hail warriors and aids. I have been tasked with escorting you to your chambers where you can refresh yourselves and prepare for the ordeals to come.”        
                 
Edbon tilted his head at that, before smiling under his mask and responding, [color=black]“How quaint, in that case please escort my companions will you?”[/color] He turned to the others. [color=black]“Settle in for now, I think I’ll stay and see what I might glean from the opposition.”[/color] 

Faoesia frowned at that, eyeing the blob as if its existence was an insult to her. “Is that wise Lord?”

Edbon shrugged. [color=black]“Well it will be some time before this gets underway I suspect. Valuable time for reconnaissance of sorts. I doubt these Dreamers would bring us here and set us upon each other without warning. That would be rather disappointing.”[/color]

Aquilan nodded, trusting his friend's judgment. [color=LightSkyBlue]“Alright. We’ll follow your lead then, don’t tarry too long though. We will need time to plan our first move once we get an idea of your opponent. I fear we won’t know much until after the first rounds. It will still help to have an idea of a plan of action all the same.”[/color]

The two followed the strange liquid being leaving Edbon to assess his opponents. His eyes settled on the woman, seeing as she was the greatest current enigma. Her current apparel seemed to lack for armor and weapons. Unlike the Lord himself, who had arrived in dark greenish grey body armor, physically a mesh between kevlar and normal clothing. Giving it a thin disarming air to it. His twin sabers however, were currently out of sight. Hidden beneath his long black fur cape, his face similarly concealed beneath his black skull mask. Though observant individuals would note its peculiar similarity to the alien visage of the Skallagrim. 

With light steps he walked toward the woman in question. His cape hiding all but his dark leather boots from view. 

[color=000000]“Intriguing,”[/color] Edbon said out loud as he came within speaking distance to the one called Ruchette. [color=000000]“Skallagrim-- the proprietor of these games-- has looked and searched throughout all the great multiverse to seek only the most worthy of warriors.”[/color] He stopped short looking out toward the throne at the being in question. Before turning his head just so that one eyes observed Ruchette, [color=000000]“So here you are...yet I cannot help but wonder. When you spoke that fabled name- your reasons for coming here. Perhaps you believed the opportunity to great to pass up? Or maybe it was merely false bravado? Then again… you might have stumbled into this game without an inkling of its scope?”[/color] 

He then waited to see how she would respond if at all. Observing for any reaction and seeking to analysis its meaning.