[quote=Aristo]
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. 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. "Like cowards?""Why would they reappear now, if they detest the earth so much?" Melekeshar stroked his chin quizzically. "It would seem as though the angelkin might attempt to enforce such a tradition. If they were agents of the Goddess, that is. But-"Ahrazan tipped his head in an inquisitive gesture. "Would that be a wise idea?" the entity answered with a laugh. 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 .
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“Filth!” one of the Angels cried out. With a flap of his mighty wings he was next to Gabriella. “Filth and mud! That is all the Dirt offers.” The clothing on the Archangel Tyran looked almost identical to that of his men. Only a golden headband with ancient texts showed his rank as general of the Angelic army.

“You would be wise to remember what the creatures of this world has achieved with these fragile and crude materials,” Gabriella said softly and enjoyed how grain colored her heels yellow.

“And you would be wise to remember, Gabe,” Tyran returned with, “that though you are a Archangel and a Councilmember, this quest of ours is military.”
There was truth in his words. [i]Unfortunately.[/i] But the last thing she needed was a lecture about rank from the general. Though her influence was large in Crystal City, here she was but a guide and consultant.
For all her pride and stubbornness she said nothing. It was too early to fight with another Archangel - one who was older, but not wiser than her.
Instead she breathed in more of the rich air, the world of the Dirt offered and enjoyed the sky for a few more seconds.
Then something moved in the corner of the young Archangel's eye.

Out into the field came 2 knights in armor – one so large and broad-shouldered he made an Angel seem small... well, only if you forgot about their wings.
As if on cue the Angels drove their spears with haste and pointed them with deadly precision – all but the 2 Archangels. Yet again Gabe showed her unquestionable, yet unofficial, power on the quest, by raising her hand and saw them lower theirs. Though it was not visible to the eye, she too was armed. She was more than just a diplomat. [i]Much more.[/i]

“Enough,” she muttered softly, yet ever single souls heard her.
The blue silk-dress, she wore, outlined her slim legs, as she walked across the heavy grain. One would almost not think the rules of gravity applied to her. Her feet moved with divine ease as she approached the strangers.
“Greetings mortal men.” Her wings almost mimicked the movement of her arms, as she spread out her thin hands in a friendly gesture. “The Heavens have opened their gates and ears, and that has led to this very moment.” It was with sapphire eyes she looked upon the knight in front. [i]Tall… no doubt immensely strong for a human or humanoid.[/i]
As the heavenly being thought the strangers where close enough for her taste, she stopped. “Now, remove your helmets good people, and tell me your names.”
There was much expectation in her voice. Immortals, emperors and kings had bowed down to Angels through centuries, and right now Gabe was honoring these mortals with her presence.