[b]Tyrell[/b]

Tyrell lead the way along the shore line, staying away from the fire and moving at a fast pace so they could cut it off. Once he was satisfied that they were far enough from the blaze he cut into the forest and began leading them along. As he heard cavalry he pushed his companion into a stone formation and changed his skin, in the dark light he was hoping that the cracks all over his skin couldn't be seen and that they'd just carry on. When they did he just stood up and brushed himself down and looked at the man. "I hope you aren't going to get used to me saving your ass. We still need to find out where we're going from here. I'm not going to Kalesia and Othea isn't exactly safe right now."

[b]Kheris[/b]

Kheris sat in the [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110517203445/stargate/images/e/ef/Vastleggen_in_volledig_scherm_17052011_222902.jpg]Throne room[/url] looking out the window on the far side of the hall. In his right hand energy swirled, collected over the years. He smiled to himself as he thought to himself, another century or so and he would finally be able to finish what he started over five hundred years ago when he had became a God. It had been a long path as he slowly realized his potential and found others who would be off use to him. Of course along the ways there had been those who had been less useful, though they too had their uses. In either fueling his power or increasing his understanding. Each sacrifice that came before him furthered his scheme, days meant naught to him he thought ahead in the grand scheme where he would truly become by all definitions a true god. 

He let the energy soak back into his body and the relic. There was just two things in his way, his reliance on the relic and his reliance upon sacrifices to obtain the energy needed to use his powers. All he needed was to find a way to fuel his own relic, from wherever they derived their power from. Whatever magics were required. The courier walked down the hall, bowing before he even got close to the thrown and holding position. It was one who had been used by him often, and as such knew all too well what to do. "I have a task for you." He didn't even respond, good. Maybe would. "You must depart and inform Krig, Mareth, Numiel and Nuriel I require there presence immediately. Do you understand this?""Yes my Lord." He turned away and heard as the courier walked away. He entered the room behind the throne, immediately everyone bowed in his presence. Raising his arms priestesses came up and began clothing him in fine garments. It was however, the day for the ceremony of the sun where people would renew their loyalty to him. Typically he would do this himself, however he had reasons to want the others.