[@FalloutJack][@Lugubrious]

A empty looked filled the battered and weathered features of Lucius's face, the realization must have hit him of what kind of power he was dealing with. Despite the speed the traveled at, there was not a sound from Lucius. However, once on solid ground once more he collapsed onto the floor. The color of his face went pale not from blood loss, but from the sheer majesty of the cathedral. The speed at which Star descended might have also had [i]minor[/i] in that as well. This would not be the only surprise to startle him.

Lucius watched with wide, crimson eyes as Tatter reformed in front of his very eyes. He shook his head, as if he was beginning to doubt his own sight. When tatter asked for his identity, he very weakly spoke [color=salmon][b]"I-I am King Lucius, of the Dre-"[/b][/color] Tatter interrupted him with her reaction to his poor state. From there, he looked on in growing annoyance as he was ignored.

[@Trainerblue192][@FalloutJack]

The soldiers and even the captain himself seemed absorbed in your tale of your [i]'victory'[/i]. Each one of the bore a mixed expression of astonishment and humility. What was important was that they seemed to be believing every word you spoke [color=fdc68a][b]"M-my liege, you truly are the greatest King and warrior to ever rule Dremoria! A true legend! I humbled to be in your presence!"[/b][/color] The captain vibrantly praised. With the assistance from the two soldiers, you soon found yourself in front of a massive gate made of a heavy, dark wood reinforced with the same black metal on the now deceased soldiers' armor.

Standing above the gate, were two soldiers patiently awaiting your arrival [color=fdc68a][b]"Open the gate!"[/b][/color] The captain's voice was firm and loud, booming clearly through the air. Both of the soldiers brought their right hand, closed into a fist, to their heart and turned around to face the inside [color=f7941d][b]"Open the gate!"[/b][/color] They both relayed the order. It took mere moments until the large gate doors began to lurch inward to create a large enough passage for the four. Garlock was hurried inside where he would see a small military camp attached to the gate house. He was brought directly to one of the larger tents, in which there was several cots and medical supplies. A single attendant was checking a table with some medical instruments on it, a noticeable collar was tightened around his neck.

The captain made their presence known [color=fdc68a][b]"Alskyra, you will drop whatever it is you are doing right now! His majesty needs your immediate attention!"[/b][/color] Alskyra nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden noise, before turning around to see you for himself [color=a187be][b]"O-oh your majesty, I-I didn't know-"[/b][/color] A aura of fear loomed of the man, who did not have any features similar to the soldiers around him. He was cut off violently by the captain [color=fdc68a][b]"Shut it! Just get to work!"[/b][/color] He aggressively ordered [color=a187be][b]"A-alright, please p-place his majesty here."[/b][/color] Alskyra softly gestured to an clean, empty cot. The two soldiers gently placed you on a cot, then performed the same fist-to-heart salute the guards on the gate did before leaving through the tent's entrance and taking position just outside.

[color=fdc68a][b]"I apologize your greatness. This [i]slave[/i] is the only healer we have available. We will make sure he does not try anything."[/b][/color] He showed clear disgust towards Alskyra, before backing off to let the healer get to work. Alskyra walked over, his posture somewhat bent, and began to slowly look over your injuries

[@Lugubrious]

The woman in white continued on her path towards Helena's direction, not once attempting to check the surroundings around her. Suddenly, she stopped completely. That was when a voice, flowing like water, surrounded Helena coming from every direction [color=7bcdc8][b]"Si ea'i fina?"[/b][/color] It inquired, though no one else would be able to hear the words the feminine voice spoke [color=7bcdc8][b]"Pha'ir sia'i vi fina yeaeg?"[/b][/color] A second, seemingly different question was asked. The language was nothing known to the Cathedral and every word had an almost tangible power attached to it.

[@Achronum]

The edges of her lips curved into a slight smile as she gave small nod. When Volaris asked his question, she took a moment to think before speaking [color=7bcdc8][b]"This forest lies on the very edge of Dremorian controlled territory and borders two other kingdoms. Farther North is the kingdom of Armintium. It is the greatest of the human kingdoms and is home to the Order of Paladins. West is the floating isles of Anserith, a kingdom with which Dremoria has been in countless wars with. South lies the Dremorian Empire. If you head out far to the east, you will enter Altamea. I do not know much about them." [/b][/color] She seemed a little ashamed by the last part.

Her gaze drifted towards the ground in a sorrowful manner for a long few seconds, before she attempted to hide it behind another weak smile [color=7bcdc8][b]"All this talk of other places...makes me realize I no longer have a home."[/b][/color] She shook her head strongly, as if to physically rid herself of the thought [color=7bcdc8][b]"Nevermind that, do you have any other questions?"[/b][/color] Her voice softer than it was moments ago.