Coming from the country of Seven, Odhran Aegisbane was far from a fan of the cold winds of Mount Hakobe. Errings Rising was not a place that he had expected to join, but he was here nonetheless, and he wished to grace their halls with his presence.
"Surely these cold winds are no place for such a wondrous and indefatigable being such as myself to bear! Clearly the foul machinations of nature itself have no bearing on the strength that I possess!"
Having made his announcement, he twisted the marble on the ring on his right ring finger, and the snowy tundras near the peak of Mount Hakobe shifted to that of a sandy desert. He smiled, already feeling the heat of his pocket dimension. Instinctively, he opened the Gate of the Broken Tooth, letting Syloria rest on his shoulders as he made his trek closer to the castle where Errings Rising sat. He was almost certain that the sudden and drastic shift in the landscape outside of the hall would be noticed, and he made sure to adjust his appearance to make a good impression. Syloria whispered something in a language that Odhran did not truly understand, yet he laughed and pretended that he understood the words that his Celestial Spirit spoke.
He swung open the doors to the guild hall, Syloria still sat on his shoulder. "People of the guild Errings Rising! Fear not, the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm has come forth to grant you his favor! My fellow gods have deemed you all worthy of being in the presence of the one to whom all Celestial Spirits bend! I am the one to whom this mortal coil has called Odhran Aegisbane, and those that have drawn the ire of my wrath have been met with a swift end at the hands of myself or those Spirits that bid themselves allies of the God of their realm!"
Ending his announcement, Syloria began jumping and cheering atop Odhran's shoulder, clapping with glee. Odhran stood proudly in a typcial "superhero" pose, hands planted into his sides as Syloria served as his cheering section. Hidden in his hands were the poweful keys of Arnaluuk and Lupa, though he saw fit to hide their presence for the time being.
"Surely these cold winds are no place for such a wondrous and indefatigable being such as myself to bear! Clearly the foul machinations of nature itself have no bearing on the strength that I possess!"
Having made his announcement, he twisted the marble on the ring on his right ring finger, and the snowy tundras near the peak of Mount Hakobe shifted to that of a sandy desert. He smiled, already feeling the heat of his pocket dimension. Instinctively, he opened the Gate of the Broken Tooth, letting Syloria rest on his shoulders as he made his trek closer to the castle where Errings Rising sat. He was almost certain that the sudden and drastic shift in the landscape outside of the hall would be noticed, and he made sure to adjust his appearance to make a good impression. Syloria whispered something in a language that Odhran did not truly understand, yet he laughed and pretended that he understood the words that his Celestial Spirit spoke.
He swung open the doors to the guild hall, Syloria still sat on his shoulder. "People of the guild Errings Rising! Fear not, the God of the Celestial Spirit Realm has come forth to grant you his favor! My fellow gods have deemed you all worthy of being in the presence of the one to whom all Celestial Spirits bend! I am the one to whom this mortal coil has called Odhran Aegisbane, and those that have drawn the ire of my wrath have been met with a swift end at the hands of myself or those Spirits that bid themselves allies of the God of their realm!"
Ending his announcement, Syloria began jumping and cheering atop Odhran's shoulder, clapping with glee. Odhran stood proudly in a typcial "superhero" pose, hands planted into his sides as Syloria served as his cheering section. Hidden in his hands were the poweful keys of Arnaluuk and Lupa, though he saw fit to hide their presence for the time being.