[center][h3][color=lightseagreen][b]Prothos[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[color=lightseagreen]"So it is me then. Very well."[/color] Prothos stood and walked toward the kings chair at the head of the table. Water roiled at his sandal-clad feet. Waves began forming and the chamber floor was suddenly awash in frothy surf. The kings chair began to change. Coral in shades of dusky reds and vibrant greens and blues grew with lightning speed out of the armrests and up the back. Kelp and sea grass wove itself to form a cushion and an assortment of crustaceans and barnacles adorned the throne. 

[color=lightseagreen]"That is more to my liking,"[/color] said Prothos taking his seat. [color=lightseagreen]"Now, how shall we divide the work among this council?"[/color] Prothos surveyed the room. [color=lightseagreen]"Let us name the council-in the old ways. The domain of War shall have a new master-[/color][color=gold]Bigher[/color],[color=lightseagreen] that would suit you best.[/color] And in quick succession, Prothos named the new masters of Death, Peace and the Ferryman.

[color=lightseagreen]I see no better candidate for [u]Peace[/u] than[/color][color=gold] Adiel[/color][color=lightseagreen]. For the realm of the [u]Underworld[/u] I give to[/color][color=gold] Orugoru[/color][color=lightseagreen]. For what greater [i]Transition[/i] is there than death? The [u]Ferryman [/u] is a tricky choice. What say you[/color][color=gold] Aftrone[/color][color=lightseagreen]? Your Judgement will be fair, no doubt."[/color]