[h1] [center][color=ed1c24][b] Kilgarrah the Great and Terrible! [/b][/color][/center] [/h1]


A massive reptilian tail would slam the tabletop, creating a hard and loud knock that would silence the court. "Alright settle down now my fellow Gods, your great and magnificent King shall speak." The dragon nodded to himself as he snapped his 'fingers' or claws rather. His wings would stretch, so much so that they would spread behind and somewhat embrace his fellow Primals, Iuppiter, Kalla, and well, squidface. The claws on his wings gently grabbing their shoulders.

"If you aren't aware, the silence is about to end, the gates will soon open to allow us to interact with the material world again. I understand many of you are impatiently waiting to return, but we must remember a few things. First of all, let the silence be a listen of humility, for even..." He paused as if admitting the next words pained him greatly "am not perfect, we all make mistakes sometimes, it is our duty to protect this world above all else. Politics and whatever fancy thing comes like the world being ruled be mermaids or, filthy insects, it is still our world nonetheless. That being said, we should never repeat the selfish mistakes we have made last time that likely caused the calamity to have ever happened." In response to his snap from earlier, a dozen of angels carried a massive golden goblet decorated with gems and the crest of a dragon, which was large enough for the Dragon God's hand. The cup was filled with Ambrosia. "Additionally, many of the mortals, namely humans, have become...independent, naturally so since we were forced to abandoned them for only 500 years. Of course that short amount of time means a lot to the short lived creatures, they have evolved without us and many of which, I fear, has taken an atheist approach to our existence." The dragon paused to sip his divine alchohal. "But fret not, we need not rush this, for if we try anything rash chaos will surely follow. Go along and do whatever be done to satisfy your domain, but as I warned ye lot, keep the politics as a..secondary means at best.

The angels would start to serve the gods Ambrosia and various luxurious foods. "You are all dismissed, you may stick around here for one last fast or go right ahead and leave, your all welcome to stay for this little 'celebration' of our freedom. Yes, even you insect bag."
The dragon would release his wings from his brethren, and would gulp down heavy amounts of ambrosia.