Volorr sat upon a Stone Throne he had crafted while he waited for the spirits to return, and one by one they eventually did. First, was the playful water spirit Wiri. Indeed, in the brief time it had been alive it had taken a personality all on its own. It seemed to find the new inhabitants of the water, the fish, quite fascinating. As it waited on the others, it began to play with the fish in the oasis next to them to pass the time. Shortly afterwards, the Fifth quietly returned. It said not a word, merely observed its creator and fellow spirit with mild interest. It felt no need for words, nor interaction of any kind. Interacting with the living was not what it was meant for, distancing itself from the living seemed the best course, for now. The Fourth was the third to return, and along with him came several tamed beasts following him. The animals obeyed his every word, and one could tell simply from looking at them they were well trained and dangerous beasts.

The Seconds' return was accompanied by a strong gust of warm air and sand. Walla seemed to have a little too much fun controlling the air currents as it lazily drifted upon them and watched its brothers, sisters, and creator from high above. Following after Walla, came the Third, Kallar. Where the spirit walked, the ground instantly became fertile and seedlings began to sprout. They did not last long in the heat of the desert, but it hinted at the extent of the spirits power and influence. Next to arrive was the Sixth, Morkar. In the spirits hands was a leather bound tome, already having been heavily written in with some form of ink. It detailed the creation of the world, the gods, and the spirits Volorr had created.

Allair, the Tenth was next to return. It said little, and observed its brethren with a calculating look, as if it was thinking what would be the best ways to get rid of all of them - which it very well could considering the spirits nature. Volorr expected difficulties out of it, if not outright betrayal. It was a necessary spirit, however. Punishing those who seek power through backstabbing, blackmail, and other dishonorable values. Next, Grunor returned carrying in its hand a stone mug filled with some alcoholic smelling liquid. He gave its brethren a joyful smile and took a swig of it. Next to return was the Ninth, Malar. It bowed as it approached, and gave each one of its brothers and spirits a respectful nod, Allair simply making a disapproving noise as it did so. Before any other confrontation could occur, Volorr swung his axe into the ground, silencing either of them before they could begin. And last to Arrive, was the Eighth, Roril. In its hand, it carried a sword of what seemed to be pure gold. It seemed quite pleased with itself, but for the most part stayed silent.

Seeing that all Ten were here, Volorr stood from his seat, the stone crumbling behind him. The spirits stood beside him, five on either side. Volorr took the bones of a Vulture the Fourth had brought him and grabbed a clawful of his own feathers and scattered them over the bones. From the bones rose new life. New, sentient, mortal life. The new creatures stood on two legs, but retained their clawed feet, and grew hands that ended in sharp talons. Their face sported a sharp beak, and their body were covered in feathers off all colors. The newly created mortals were like children, ignorant and carefree. They would indeed not last long in this place without help.

[b]"MORTALS! Hear me and listen well!"[/b] Volorr commanded. It wasn't a shout, but it seemed as though his voice was coming from everywhere at once as if his voice was being carried upon every one of the deserts winds. [b]"I, am Volorr, the God of this Desert, and your creator! You, mortals, are my Children. I give you dominion over this realm, and its inhabitants. These spirits here, these Ten Guardians, shall guide and protect you for four hundred moons. You will do well to listen, and learn from them. If you do not, this desert will destroy you entirely. Conquer it! Bring glory to yourselves and your god! For you are the mighty Volkyr, children of Volorr! You are the best warriors this world will ever know. All you have to do, is prove it! Go, build an empire within this desert, prove to them that it is possible to conquer even this desolate place with determination and will!"[/b]

With that, he left the mortal realm and returned to the heaves. The Spirit Guardians, now took the form of mortals themselves. For four hundred moons, they would watch over them and ensure their safety, for it was what Volorr commanded, and it is what they would do.