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[indent][color=lightgray][color=d68300]"Mm. Niftari preserve us."[/color] Shirik, personally, was not impressed with how this many people all containing some semblance of authority were handling first contact with these people. Shirik was just about to attempt some sort of communication when the massive golem opened up, and another "human" spilled out. [color=d68300]"That is no golem, it's arm-"[/color] Then the spiders came... Metal creatures that seemed to obey the commands of these humans. [color=d68300]"Those, however, seem to be-"[/color] And [i]then[/i] came the report from the soldiers, and by now, both Shirik's side and these foreigners were visibly getting tense. The one calling itself "Zeynap" was shouting at no one in particular. Something thought magic related? It was possible, but right now, this wasn't getting anyone anywhere.

[color=d68300]"Enough, everyone. [i]Enough."[/i][/color] Shirik said, gently raising their staff off of the metal floor and dropping it in a loud [i]thud[/i] that caused the entire room to drop by several degrees. It wasn't enough to make anyone shiver, but it did feel like a rather stiff breeze was blowing now. [color=d68300]"There are easier ways to communicate with someone who can't understand our words. These "humans" are alone in this world, in a place where they understand nothing. Your soldiers will only scare them, Castigator. This is no way to meet newcomers."[/color] They said to Nellara's face in an admonishing tone. Shirik did this to get the attention of every person present, native and otherwise, at which point they slowly kneeled down to the floor, and placed the staff between both sides. They then stood up with their palms spread outwards. It was a gesture of peace. With one hand, they gently pointed to Zeynap. [color=d68300]"Zeynap... Human."[/color] And then to Kareet, [color=d68300]"Kareet. Tekeri."[/color] and finally to themselves. [color=d68300]"Shirik... Iriad."[/color] 

Shirik then brought both hands in front of them, one palm over the other, and form a small sphere of heat. It glowed softly in the room, but didn't feel warm to stand near. The glow raised over Shirik's head, and began to form shapes. They depicted mountains and a streak of light that went downwards. Something fell from the sky. The Jotunheim. They waved a hand, and an arrow stretched from the image to another one, an empty circle with dots around it, floating by another, full sphere. A planet, stars, and a sun.

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Inside the sphere, other images began to form. One was the head of a Tekeri, identifiable by its bird-like shape, another resembled the head of a stag, representing the Glen who had taken his leave. A third took the form of a stick figure with lines stretching from its head, wearing a cloak and holding a stick. That was Shirik. They pointed to the mountain image first. [color=d68300]"Human."[/color] Then to the sphere, with one finger. [color=d68300]"Tekeri. Iriad. Glen."[/color] And finally, Shirik gestured to the entire sphere representing a planet. [color=d68300]"Kanth-Aremek."[/color] Shirik left the images floating in the air for a moment, intent on letting them process that information slowly. The idea was to convey to them with images and very limited verbal communication that they were on a planet with various different types of people. The only problem was conveying that most Iriad didn't look like Shirik, but they'd cross that bridge eventually. 


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