[center][h1]Southbound, Lost in the Mist[/h1]
[h3]Faithful of Tesarion[/h3]
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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzI1vGVdpY0]
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The cool mist swirled and twisted around the archways and pillars. Little eddies spun themselves in and out of existence. Faint drumbeats and chimes rang throughout the ruins with a somber, yet uplifting sound. The lyrical, wordless aria stirred the air.

A precession of cloaked pilgrims, eight in a line, entered the glen. Each wore a painted white mask styled after a common beast. While it hid their face, it did nothing to hide their obviously inhuman features. Some had horns, either small pointed studs or curved like a ram's, while others had obvious tails and feline or canine ears.
Half of them sang in a delicate harmony, while the other half played an energizing melody through chimes, flutes, and drums. The music was strangely entrancing, like a siren's song, and seemed to awaken every living thing in the area. Even individual blades of grass swayed to their tune.  

The precession slowly marched forward into the ruins, but stopped abruptly when the first of them spotted SilverCoffee. His visage juxtaposed against the intricate carving of the nameless, bull-headed god was a compelling sight to behold.
The music came to a disorganized end as each of them stopped to peer through the fog and discovered an enormous Minotaur standing before their altar. Their awed silence was suddenly broken when the leader of the precession dropped to her knees and bow reverently before SilverCoffee, the tips of her curled horns digging into the ground. The others quickly did the same.

[b]"Our prayers are finally answered!"[/b] she proclaimed in a thin, wispy voice.

She slowly raised her head and removed her mask, revealing her youthful face and eyes brimming with so emotion, they had become wet with tears. 

[b]"A Lord of Tesarion has returned from the Lands of Fright!"[/b]

The others removed their masks and made similar comments exalting SilverCoffee. They were all obviously some form of demi-human possessing bestial features, but seemed much more human than the typical beastman tribes.

[b]"M-Milord... I-I am Lethe, first servant of Tesarion"[/b] Her voice was quivering, but her expression was filled with excited anticipation as if she experiencing the happiest moment of her life. [b]"If you have returned, does that mean the Neverborn are finally defeated? Will you lead our people once more?"[/b]