Terrera

Tyrunga and Ivy strode purposefully down the long path to the Oracle, a few knights behind them. Aesaphos was stood in front of the large metal doors that served as an entrance. He held his palm out to signal them to stop.
“Is he in there?” Asked Tyrunga in his gruff voice. Aesaphos nodded.
“When will he come out?” Asked Ivy. Aesaphos shrugged. The heavy boom from within of the curtain doors closing resonated around the courtyard, followed by the opening of the outer metal doors. The Ninth Seer stepped out, shadows billowing around him. All present kneeled as he exited the building.
“Arise. What is it?” He spoke, cold indifference in his voice, waving his hand at Tyrunga.
“There are reports that many guilds are mobilising…”
“Towards a beam of light, yes I already know this.” The Seer interrupted.
“Should we mobilise ourselves? I can get the Acolytes on the move faster than now.” Suggested Ivy.
“No, we will not waste our time following such trivialities, let the other guilds fight amongst themselves for it. We shall remain here, it is Jiraba’s will.”

Warchief Grugbaguk came stomping up the bath, flanked by orc berserkers and knights. He punched his chest in salute and made his report.
“Our Watchers picked this up.” He grunted. A large Orc knight came forward, holding a glass bottle with a faerie in it. Tyrunga scoffed at such a crude trap whereas Ivy took pleasure in seeing it cramped inside it.
“Bring it forward.” Said the Seer. The bottle was placed on the floor in front of Aesaphos. “Well creature, what news do you bring from Divinity?”
“There is to be a guild leader meeting at Athendra in two days.” It whimpered.
“What makes the Divinity so sure that I will turn up? Would it be to discuss the light in the sands? I have no interest in pursuing it. Aesaphos, if you would be so kind.”
The silent warrior lifted his mighty zwëihander, ready to strike.
“You can’t kill me! I have messenger’s protection!” Cried the faerie.
“The creature speaks the truth Lord.” Agreed Tyrunga. The Seer turned to face away from them all. Sighing heavily he resigned.
“Fine, tell your Lord that the Temple will attend. But tell him that we will refuse to go off on some quest to find some sparkly sand.” He re-entered the Oracle as Aesaphos’ blade came down and broke the bottle without hitting the faerie.

Later that day, the Seer stood at the mighty gates of Durak-Mur; he would be taking Aesaphos with him for sure. He decided to leave Tyrunga, his strategic mind would be able to organise defence against any underhanded assaults while they were away. Ivy would be keeping the army on the march. Warlord Kikoliath rode up alongside the Seer and Aesaphos.
“Shame we aren’t going to war. I feel like bashing a few heads in.”
“Yeah, that sounds good, can’t we do that instead?” Shouted Grugbaguk from the drawbridge controls, where several large men and orcs were winding the wheel to lower the huge metal bridge.
“This is strictly business you meatheads. You can kill something later, let the politicians do their job first.” Said Reena sardonically.
“That’s another thing,” Said Kikoliath, “How come my daughter gets to go but I have to stay here?”
“Because you are neither intelligent nor beautiful enough father.” Replied Reena condescendingly.
“Enough talk, we ride.” Said Aesaphos in his grating hellish voice, every syllable seemed to be heavily laboured and otherworldly, its very nature silenced all further conversation. The Seer nodded his head and the banner of the Temple was raised, the blood red ‘T’. They began their march towards Athendra, containing Aesaphos, Ivy, Reena and one hundred and fifty personnel, seventy-five Acolytes, fifty knights, ten Svjodzen (acting as the personal bodyguard for the Seer) and fifteen Stalkers.

Weimar

“What are the news from the front?” Weidric asked as he looked the messengers before him.
“Milord, we have news of these elves being pushed out of the farming lands and further towards the forests. Knight-Commander Heliinger requests permission to break off the main army and cut the elves off their escape route. He also requests that his army to consists mainly of knights and similar quick mobile units.”
“Granted,” Weidric said and then waved the messenger away and looked at the other.
“Three witches have been caught near Bechafen. The Arch Bishop has alredy given the order to have them publically executed.”
“Very well, next.”
“Milord…There has been spotted a beam of light pierce through the skies. What it truly was, we do not know.”
“If we do not know what it is, or have any prophecies for how to react to this, then no course of action shall be taken, now if that is all for today-”

The doors were opened and the Captain of the Imperial Guard entered, “My Emperor, a messenger have arrived from the Divinity, the…Creature says it will only speak before you, milord.”
Weidric was surprised at this but nodded, as he knew that the power of the Divinity was greater than his own and thus he needed to be careful for his actions against the nation, “Bring it before me.” The politics between the Empire of the Imperial Statesmen and the Divinity was somewhat cold. The Imperial Statesmen believed that their nation would be the one that would unite humanity into a single nation but the Divinity was an existing proof that it didn’t have to be like that, which was why the Church of the Empire condemned the Divinity for its existence. Weidric was aware that there hadn’t been any real wars between the two nations for almost two centuries but he didn’t wish to test the political tension.

The Captain stood aside and allowed the fairy to enter. On either side of the creature there stood a Royal Guard with a crossbow pointed at it, ready to fire at the least sign of trouble. The fairy wasn’t allowed any closer than fifteen meters of the throne. “Lord Waa asks an audience with Emperor Weidric von Krubber in two days in the capital of the Divinity.”
All eyes went to the Emperor. Once again the pressure of being the Emperor fell upon Weidric, no he had to make a decision, was he to negotiate with the natural enemy of the Empire or was he to risk a war after all these years of peace and tension. Despite the pressure, however, Weidric didn’t as much as a sweat. He valued his options, “Listen here, I will attend however, I will arrive along with my closest adviser, the Arch Bishop, Gunthar Klaus, now go,” Weidric ordered and the fairy was escorted, whether it wanted to or not, out of the room.

Holy damnation, now I have to sit face to face with the leader of the Divinity…Bloody Nine Hells. At least Gunthar will be at my side for this, if he doesn’t declare them all for heretics on first sight anyways.
"Send word to Arch Bishop Klaus. He is to accompany me to this meeting and send words to my personal bodyguards. We leave tomorrow for Athendra."

Terrera
As the Temple unit marched from their lands into those of the Divinity’s, it did indeed get lighter. They marched with a few periodic breaks for quick refreshment.
“We must exercise greater caution. The Watchers no longer protect us outside of our homelands.” Said the Seer.

Athendra
The rest of their journey was uneventful. The Temple was unaware of the goings on in the desert due to their lack of interest in the relic that lay there. It was not long before they spotted the city.
“Too light for my liking. Needs more red and it needs more black.” Said Reena.
“You don’t get a choice. But I’ll admit, their décor is not to my taste either.” Replied the Seer.
They approached the ‘Gates of Heaven’. The doors slowly opened and allowed the unit inside. Upon entering it was evident that the Unitate were already here, the large steam driven machines dwarfed many of the Divinity occupants.
“Ivy, keep the Acolytes outside and create a makeshift shrine somewhere out on the plains.” The Seer said. Ivy saluted and took the seventy-five Acolytes with twenty knights back outside to create a small shrine.
“Aesaphos, Reena. Come with me.” He said surrounded by the ten Svjodzen that acted as his bodyguards. The rest of the unit milled around inside the city, awaiting further instructions.
The Seer, along with his entourage, made his way to where the meeting would be held, not waiting to be greeted.

As the Unitate the army came to the city walls they met a barrier of the mind that seemed to hold them out of the gates as Waa followed by all of his champions at his sides,” only three of you may enter the holy city as for the rest there is a plain that has been cleared and a camp set up for you so your men may partake in the wealth of the city but not endanger those of us who live within.” As the three champions chosen by the Unitate came within the walls the gates shut behind them,” I welcome you to Athendra, now Kagi will lead to the rooms in the castle that have been reserved for you I hope you find our city accommodating.”

This proses later being repeated with the other guilds each being led by a different champion that is felt to be the best match for them, though the twins stayed with Waa.

Yemen and Dune had found their room without a glitch. They were now unpacking their gifts and preparing them for whenever they might see the other lords "When is the meeting start?" Dune asked. He didn't care much but the silence in the room was oppressive I don't know. Yemen said "Whenever Waa someones us I suppose." Dune looked up "Why didn't Waa meet us at the gates as he did the Unitate?" Yemen looked up "Did you see them? They brought enough machines to take out half his army. Waa was trying to intimidate them I suppose. None of them could have gotten through his champions though. We are merely to weary travelers who just gave some of his people enough money to eat for a week. Dune took all this in and said "So really we just weren't as important?" Yemen smiled "You may learn politics yet!"

Arina riled at the shunning of her followers as the ageless made his demands of her. The act suggested such a arrogance and self-righteousness that such a being cannot deserve. Every individual Waa's kind were lost in their false beliefs and ought to be scored from the face of the land. She scowled as she summoned two warcasters to her side. Speaking to them in a hushed whisper she commanded control over their charges. In a moment the control of two towering titans became hers. She could feel the metallic flesh and steam engines as if they were her own. A single thought could propelled the mighty machines to any physical deed. The two titans strode forwards, one boasting the deadly spiked fists of a Luminance and the other a Vortex wielding its magically charged spear and shield. She dismounted her charger and commanded an artificer and magister to follow her. They did so without hesitation, following her through the great gate both beings were over seven feet tall in their great armors. Her followers and the towering titans stood above her, yet she demanded the greatest attention as they stepped past the gate. The mind barrier allowing only three within, yet the titans were only extensions of the Grand Master.

Arina approached the second barrier, Waa's hosts of champions rightfully aligned for judgement. She let her gaze run over them, judging them in their faults, Waa was right to fear the might of the Unitate. The ancient guild had existed even before the Divinity was formed and its power accumulated by millennia of knowledge and experience. The gates closed behind her but she remained confident with the might of the Primordial Lords running through her.
"I have chosen my champions Waa." She addressed her host without respect, for he was deserving of none, while indicating the four giant forms behind her. "My intentions are honest, yet you deny my men entry. Did you not request my presence?" Her gaze was piercing, not inviting her question to be answered. "I shall not accept another insult lightly." She left the threat hanging, not expecting an answer.

The trio allowed themselves to be lead into the castle by Kagi, however they encountered a certain difficult quickly. The titans were net suitable for traversing interior environments and so Arina left them standing at the castle entrance along with the artificer charged with maintaining them. Together they were three great symbols of the Unitate, unmoving as statues. She and the magister were guided to their quarters. Neither of them inviting Kagi to speak to them in any mood of conversation. Although he bore their interest in a very negative light. The arcanics could feel the presence of the machinery forming the champions left arm and his adept control of it. How he had learned to use this magic was unknown to them, although he was certainly no master of it. Most caste members would likely surpass him in skill, for their lives were given completely to developing the art. No matter his ability or strength the Grand Master felt affronted by his existence. It was an atrocity, an abomination for him to wield the power of the Primordial Lords. She felt herself soiled by her proximity to such a heretical being. She did not feel particularly freed when she was led to her room. She did not care for the hospitality of the Divinity and yearned for the discussion to be completed.