Valhalla, hall of the slain and house of Odin, king of Asgard. Few had tread through these magnificent halls, and fewer still that could be counted among the living, and yet it was here that Taima had found herself. The hall was a vast circular chamber, with a throne resting upon a raised dais, where none other than Odin himself sat. At his side was a smaller, though no less ornate throne where Frigga, queen of Asgard was seated.
Ringing the room were other faces, all who had answered the summons of Taima. Some of the faces were familiar to her, while others remained foreign. Thor and Baldur, sons of Odin, she knew only by reputation, while Lobos and Anzo were more familiar to her. Like her, their origins lay somewhere south of the northern reaches that Odin's house oversaw. The Auditor had come as well, sharing a domain not too different from her own. Cotillion and Serenade held her gaze the longest, as they were the two present that she was least familiar with. Norman too stood present, an oddity perhaps - as like herself he was born into the world a mortal before ascending to godhood. It was fitting perhaps that his domain lay within the realm of luck.
So few, she thought. So few that answered her summons. She had hoped that more would arrive, that more would rise to the threats that god and mortal alike were facing. There was a storm coming, she knew it as surely as she was standing here now, but convincing the very gods of this fact would prove more difficult. It was easy to sit on high and overlook the realms around you when you were a god, easy to think yourself beyond the influence of the world. It was a folly that had long plagued their numbers.
Turning her attentions back to Odin and Frigga, Taima took to one knee, bowing her head while she lay her halberd upon the marble floor at her side. The draconian warrior had a strength to her that ran deeper than flesh and blood, and even within the presence of gods she had a commanding presence to her as she rose back to her feet.
"I am Taima, herald of Ahuma, patron deity of the Draconian people," Taima began, her voice rough and gravely. "I have come on behalf of the southern gods. In the days of old, our pantheons have co-existed amiably, but times are changing. War and chaos ravages the lands. The old pacts lie in tatters, demons and gods alike walk the realms of the mortals, and the tenuous balance that holds reality together grows frayed. It is time for new pacts to be forged, new alliances to be made. We would reach out to the honorable house of Odin," she paused looking to the others. "And all who would answer the call," she added to the others that had gathered. "Scattered, our influence is weakened, but together we can bring order to the world again. Together we can face the rising storm."