Ahrazan watched the heavenly retinue from the shelter of the tall reeds he kneeled behind. Like a comet they had plowed into the earth from above, the few with spears scarcely subtle in their descent. The Ohlgar had never had the privilege of laying eyes on the winged folk before - all he knew about them from was old myths and lore. They were lauded by many of the civilized peoples to be divine, beings of religious significance. Ahrazan could certainly see why. They were tall, resplendent figures of shimmering skin, and their wings graced them with an otherworldly appearance. Yet, for all the tales he'd heard of man throwing himself to his knees before the angelkin, Ahrazan felt no innate need to prostrate himself before them and ask their blessing. What kind of deities would remain so distant from their congregations as if they had never existed at all? As the crimson-clad warrior pondered this, he felt the waxing of Melekeshar's presence at his side. 

[i]"They are beautiful, no?"[/i] the entity whispered, his voice like that of many speakers' words laid on top of each other. 
"Their very bodies are radiant. But are they truly the gods I've heard them to be?"
Melekeshar's grin reversed itself into a grimace. [i]"No... as much as mankind might believe it so be so. They are no more flesh and blood than you. Or I, for that matter. When man surpassed all others in their ascendance to power, they fled the earth."[/i]
"Like cowards?"
[i]"Undoubtedly so. They are but a shadow of their former glory, thanks to man. But the weak die on so the strong shall live. That is the way of the world, isn't it?"[/i]
"Why would they reappear now, if they detest the earth so much?" 
[i]"Hmmm..."[/i] Melekeshar stroked his chin quizzically. [i]"I would expect it has something to do with the Goddess's Calm. The kingdoms are supposed to be at peace for the year."[/i]
"It would seem as though the angelkin might attempt to enforce such a tradition. If they were agents of the Goddess, that is. But-"
[i]"But that is not the case. I do not know their intentions, nor ponder on such things. The only way is to ask them ourselves."[/i]
Ahrazan tipped his head in an inquisitive gesture. "Would that be a wise idea?"
[i]"It wouldn't if you weren't Ahrazan the Unyielding,"[/i] the entity answered with a laugh. [i]"Come."[/i]

Melekeshar emerged from Ahrazan's hiding place, the warrior in suit, and stepped towards the small assembly of angels before them. Ahrazan looked over his shoulder at his companion, who had altered his form to replicate a [url=http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae218/AbsolutCharlie/chaoslord_zps5a9b9c94.jpg]mortal knight[/url].