The evening air was cool as the carriage eased to a stop outside the palace, five figures stepped out. To them and how they looked, it was almost as if they stepped out into another realm the five individuals wore leather clothes and armor hidden under long green robes. Each robe was unique in its own way as they all had some sort of flower or grass growing in and around it, each had different necklaces adorned with bones, plant matter, teeth, and jewels, some made sound where others glistened in the ambient light. The group assembled with four flanking one in the middle, the four on the outside wore hoods and dark face paint to hide their faces while the last was wearing an animal skull, a great beast with horns and teeth sharp enough to rend flesh.

  The five looked around the courtyard being mindful of the staring eyes of the guards and the other nobles, the middle individual muttered a word, and they began walking up toward the main door only to be stopped by a guard, “[color=00aeef]Halt, only those invited are allowed entry[/color]” his voice sounded shaky under that thick metal helmet. only the one in the middle spoke from beneath his bone mask, his many necklaces glimmered in the torchlight, “[color=39b54a]I am Kamahl Forest Walker, I am here to answer the summons of my queen.[/color]” The guard hesitated for a moment looking among the others then back to him, “[color=00aeef]Fine but only you can come[/color]” the five whispered among each other again in the strange language, “[color=39b54a]they will accompany me until I get to where I'm going then they will return out here with you and wait.[/color]” The guard sighed something about it seemed out of annoyance, [color=00aeef]“fine, but we are checking you for weapons first”[/color] the guard turned and led them through the main doors after checking them for weapons.

  On the way through the impressive building the group began to sing, it was a strange choice for a song as it was an old song about the last time his people invaded these lands. The guard was clearly not a fan of this but continued to move them on ahead, Kamahl started singing first followed by the others.

[color=39b54a]“Echoes from the west, Great hammers will fall, Under high rocks all will, Answer the call.

Bring us your arms, Pariahs of yore, All faces turn now to war.

Exiles of the ash Stare through crimson glow, Guards of the north, Sing their songs of the snow.

Bring us the breath, Of the marshes and rain, Courage is rising again!

War will weather the souls of the lost, Stand together whatever the cost, Shields will falter and many will fall, Time has come for us all, To answer the call.”[/color]

  The small procession seemed to have gotten closer, the singing didn’t stop or falter, these tribal people of the Far East where strange and likely the first of their people to come here. Music for these people was a way to pray and to cast spells, the greater the spell the louder the song and the number of priests required. Because of this the priests know many songs in many languages, but not all spells need music, just the strong ones.

[color=39b54a]“Pride of Summer's shores, Guide the voices of kings, Children of bark, They will tighten their strings.

Bring us the wits, Of the warm southern sands, Clouds over all of the lands.

War will weather the souls of the lost, Stand together whatever the cost, Shields will falter and many will fall, Time has come for us all, To answer the call.”[/color]

  The procession made its way to the great hall, yet they stopped to finish their song, the four moved so that they could better protect the one in the middle. The enchantments in this place made it difficult to concentrate but something told Kamahl that it was never meant to ward off his spells. By the look of the few that had already arrived he could only assume that at least one of them would be a spell caster. Still, they would almost certainly notice that Kamahl was a bit more animated than the others, that and the tell tell signs of gathering energy and the fact that the once black eye holes in the mask he’s wearing are beginning to glow green would tell most he was casting a spell.

[color=39b54a]“White gold, Burning sky, For the souls of the lost, Purify

War will weather the souls of the lost, Stand together whatever the cost, Shields will falter and many will fall, Time has come for us all, To answer the call.”[/color]

  With the end of the song the four others parted to reveal that Kamahl had finished the incantation and with a touch of the vines that crisscrossed his robes. The man’s hand began to glow yellow as did the vines. With his arms crossed, both hands touching the vines, he stepped forward from the others and dropped to one knee. All the others followed suit and when they did, the war priest put his still glowing hands on the floor. In an instant multiple small yellow vines shot out from his hands and snaked around the room heading for the queen.

  The vines dipped and dodged past any who tried to get in the way but stopped just to the right side of the queen. The yellow vines gathered there for a moment, circling in on one another before growing together and spiraling up before stopping a few feet off the ground and blooming into a ball of flowering vines. These flowers soon lost their yellow glow and solidified into a colorful array of exotic flowers and aromas that seemed to calm those who smelled them.

  He remained in his kneeling position for a little while, he was well aware that the people of this place where jumpy around them, but he had to fulfill his customs. A priest must always show that they are a priest at any gathering by casting some sort of spell, he figured a simple growth spell was enough. Once he was sure the others had settled down he stood and motioned for the others who turned and left. Again he bowed slightly toward the queen and slowly took the animal skull off his head, [color=39b54a]“My Queen, I am Kamahl Forest Walker, Son of War Chief Kam’Till Green Blade, War Priest of the Goddess Rosamund. I am here to honor the blood oath and alliance that our fathers struck together.”[/color] a short pause while looking around unsure of himself, "[color=00a651]I know i introduced myself earlier but im not sure if i was supposed to do it again.[/color]" He said what he needed to, [i]"now what am I supposed to do?"[/i] he thought to himself.