[b]Kheris[/b]

Had anyone else spoken to him like that, he would have struck them down. Being Numiel however the corners of his mouth curled up slightly in what anyone else would not have seen as a smile. Though Numiel and the others knew him longer than anyone else, or at least anyone else who was still living. "You should know Numiel. They swear loyalty to all of us." It was true if he really wanted he could observe the relics of Mareth, Krig, Numiel and Nuriel until he too could use their power however it was simpler having underlings to manage the separate districts. He sat down on his throne, in a very regal manner. Mareth and Krig were yet to arrive however he looked upon Nuriel and Numiel, brother and sister."In truth this is likely to be one of the more important ceremonies we hold. There is a lot of unrest going on. My spies tell me the Kalesians appear to be on the move and there are rumours of movements in the ruins between ours and Kalesias borders. These could become very troubled times, we must keep the people in line. We are in no need of a pandemic yet however we must prove we are still strong."

He watched as the shadows darken. "Come out here Mareth." A man emerged from a shadows and bowed. "M'Lord." He was the most obedient of the others, though mainly due to the fact that his self preservation overwrote all the mans other instincts. Krig came into the room, the usual fanfare. Showing off muscles, winking at Numiel. He looked at them all and clicked his hand as slaves brought out four other, smaller, thrones to sit near his. The ceremony would begin soon.

[b]Tyrell[/b]

They passed out of the forest and Tyrell looked at Myth. "Have you actually been told anything about the Dynasty? They're the thing of horror in Kalesia. Nothing is really heard about how they treat other relic users but outsiders aren't typically welcome for long periods of time. They and Kalesia have warred between themselves for generations." He looked over towards the forest and managed to see several other figures, obviously fleeing as well. One of them with a staff who he had recalled seeing in the city at some point. Tyrell pointed at them. "It looks like we aren't the only runners. Think we should stick to ourselves or strength in numbers?"