Hooded and squinting through white strands of hair with his yellow eyes, Nezzoban nods to those as they introduce themselves. The several suns had his eyes screaming for peace, and talking sounded like an annoyance at best. He was glad to let the others speak for him.  

As everyone would start to take their leave Shirin would walk next to the horses, trying to stay in their shadow and let their steps guide him. 

Dageron, awakened by his healers, relents from his restful slumber and reluctantly stands. "To the one that healed me, you have my thanks." He looks over his battered and beaten companions, his eyes eventually finding the motionless body of the Childlike Empress. "Do you have those who can resurrect her?" He asks of the newcomers. 

Seeing Shirin's discomfort, Jek will move over to him. 

"Is it the sunlight that bothers you? I might be able to help. Let's see if this works." Jek will cast Silent Image to make a large parasol float next to Shirin, hopefully blocking some light. 

Shirin nods. Whether or not the illusion is helpful, he is grateful, “You have my thanks. These eyes weren’t meant for the light of a single sun. Three is testing my patience.” 

Hrothgar looks back to see his allies prepare for the journey and sets his eyes on Amitola. Unlike some of the others here he has no wings. 

You there, Amitola was it? Perhaps you can help guide our way to Skyloft. 

he motions forward to the grasslands It might help speed our journey, you are from here are you not?

Hrothgar then continues walking Argento forward and looks back only once to see if the others follow. To talk and move at the same time eager to reach the city to rest and finally see it in person. 

Amitola looks over to the voice, and responds without missing a beat, "It would be a great honor to guide you and your group. I will guide you to the best of my abilities." 

As she falls in step with the group, she begins to speak, softer this time than the other times she has spoke.  "I do know my way around here yes, but from here, I am not." 

She continues to walk, silently looking at the members of the group around her.

Having settled Darla into place on Argento's back before Hrothgar finished speaking, Slade jumps over onto Hrothgar's shoulder. "Thought Ye'd never ask, Gee Up."

Dintara stops listening to Jek for a moment and turns, putting her hand up to her eyes for shade as she watches the Three Brothers creep into the sky.  

"The Great Conjunction nears..."  She says, her voice little more than a whisper.  Her eyes flit from the suns back to Jek.  "I am sure they would allow you to rest.  Considering the condition we've found you all in, I'm certain that you need it.  As for her..."

She looks to Dageron, then to the body of the Childlike Empress.

"Resurrection always comes with a price."  Dintara said.  She was gentle with her words, and seemed solemn.  "Even if the Goddesses allow her to return from Preternia...she wouldn't be able to stay forever.  These sort of deals are fleeting, usually.  Sometimes there are other ways but...not for the Empress.  Hyboria will choose the next great ruler when it is time but...for now...the wheel of ka turns.  We will take her to the Elders, though, and see what they think.  It's my belief, though..."

She stops.  She looks troubled.  

"Amitola will take you from here.  She was an outsider here once, too.  She'll be able to help you.  For now...we fly."  

They were already strapping the Empress to Amitola's Hawk when Dintara mounted up on her own ride.  

Using the reigns to guide Argento Hrothgar is shocked to find Slade jumping on his shoulder. The small fellow was bold. 

What..Thats not what i .. ugh  he sighs . Understanding the long journey would be very tiring for one with such short legs. 

Hrothgar looks to Darla resting on Argento's back. Im sure Darla will be fine. 

He then turns back to Amitola, using less neck movement but turning his body move to keep Slade from falling off. I have been in Argos many times but i have not heard of any travelling to Celestia. 

But i suppose stranger things have happened of late.

Looking over to Hrothgar, Amitola giggles quietly to herself as she sees the scene in front of her. There appears to be a strong bond within the group, something she hasn't seen in quite some time. She peers at the group as a whole, then looks back at Hrothgar and the smaller friend that rest on his shoulder.

"To be quite truthful, yes stranger has happened, however you do have a point. I was able to grab a flight upon the back of a Roc. I was looking for a new start, and things led me here. Now, I do my best to earn my place, though that hasn't been achieved yet."   She then looks away from him, to her feet, quickly glances up, then right back down. In some ways she way expecting a look of judgement, or curiosity, and for those reasons she keep a steady gaze upon her feet while continuing to walk. She knew not to be quick to judge the group that surrounded her, she had only met them a short period of time ago, however, also understanding that her story probably seems a bit strange.

The walk from where the Order of the Phoenix arrived on Celestia to the city of Skyloft is uneventful.  The air is warm, though there is a near constant breeze, and smells of fragrant flowers and fresh sea air.  Clouds roll up over the horizon and slowly start to conquer the sky, but are still thin enough that the Three Brothers can be seen marching along behind.  The reprieve from the light is a welcome thing as they walk, especially for the more sun-sensitive.  

The city is old, ancient, primordial.  The construction is different; twisting spires, rounded domes.  The city is painted and adorned in soft pastels and vibrant gems and precious metals.  The streets are paved in golden bricks.  Death Hawks fly overhead and all manner of mounts, from horses to landstriders to one beautiful violet colored parasaurolophus carry riders up and down the streets and pull carts.  The city is quiet.  Quieter than they would have expected.  Everyone is smiling and soft spoken and the guards are few and far between like they don't expect trouble.  

The Hall of the Celestials is located in the center of the city.  The golden road ends, and a vast field opens much like a park.  The impossibly green grass and vegetation of Celestia springs up all around them as they step off the path under Amitola's guidance, and there are several Owlin quietly attending the plants of the grounds surrounding the spired structure in the center of the clearing.  The owl people look up with wide, beautiful eyes and watch the party approach the temple, where a group of robed Owlin wait beneath the eaves of a covered porch to greet them...

As they are traveling, Jek it taking in all the sights. He will say, partially to Shirin, partially just to talk. "You know, I spent my entire life in the Shem Desert. We could feel the nothing spreading, even in the heart of the desert. I volunteered to leave on a pilgrimage to help stop the nothing. I'm the youngest of my people, and this is my first pilgrimage. I wanted to help stop the nothing, to help the other races to the best of my ability.... but.... that wasn't the only reason. I wanted to see what was beyond the dunes of the Shem. I heard stories, but I wanted to see new places! And I got to see the Ivory Tower, surrounded by forests. I met Brevon in those forests, before we were summoned to the Ivory Tower. But then.... We went back to the Shem. And I was glad to be of help, but sad to head home so soon. But this place.... This is something I never even heard stories about! The colors and smells! Just the feel of it is different! And look at these buildings! And the people! It's amazing!..... I just.... This is a lot of responsibility. And, it's not like the stories. The heroes didn't go in and crush evil. We couldn't even save....." He looks over to the bundle with the Empress. "I'm glad to be someplace so new.... I just wish the circumstances were different, you know." 

Jek will remain silent in thought for the rest of the journey. He'll recast the Silent Image for Shirin whenever it fades. As they approach the temple, Jek will move closer to Amitola. "Who are these people with the robes? They seem important."  

As they are traveling, Jek it taking in all the sights. He will say, partially to Shirin, partially just to talk. "You know, I spent my entire life in the Shem Desert. We could feel the nothing spreading, even in the heart of the desert. I volunteered to leave on a pilgrimage to help stop the nothing. I'm the youngest of my people, and this is my first pilgrimage. I wanted to help stop the nothing, to help the other races to the best of my ability.... but.... that wasn't the only reason. I wanted to see what was beyond the dunes of the Shem. I heard stories, but I wanted to see new places! And I got to see the Ivory Tower, surrounded by forests. I met Brevon in those forests, before we were summoned to the Ivory Tower. But then.... We went back to the Shem. And I was glad to be of help, but sad to head home so soon. But this place.... This is something I never even heard stories about! The colors and smells! Just the feel of it is different! And look at these buildings! And the people! It's amazing!..... I just.... This is a lot of responsibility. And, it's not like the stories. The heroes didn't go in and crush evil. We couldn't even save....." He looks over to the bundle with the Empress. "I'm glad to be someplace so new.... I just wish the circumstances were different, you know." 

Jek will remain silent in thought for the rest of the journey. He'll recast the Silent Image for Shirin whenever it fades. As they approach the temple, Jek will move closer to Amitola. "Who are these people with the robes? They seem important."  

Slowly glancing over at Jek as he speaks, Amitola softly responds to him. "You would be correct, they are highly important. The Elders is who you ask of, they are Owlin and are very old for their kind; they are in charge in the temple. They keep track of everything in there, and I mean everything." 

Amitola then looks up from the ground she was starring at while she spoke. She then looks up with a small smirk. "So yes, your assumption of them being important is correct."

Shirin listens to Jek silently, peeking out from underneath his shrouded hood to look at the city as they came into it. When Jek finishes, he remains silent. Talking was not much of a hobby for him - more a man of thought and action. As they party approaches the covered porch, Shirin does his best to get a look at the Owlin's faces. 

One of the Owlin steps forward as the band approaches and unfurls its wings, that were wrapped around its body, to raise its humanoid arms and address the band.  

"We are glad you are here, though we wish you hadn't arrived under such poor portence."  The Owlin says.  "I am Krille, the Elder, and you have found the Hall of the Celestials.  We welcome you, Order of the Phoenix.  Dintara sent word that you would be coming.  We are sorry for what has happened to you.  You are free to stay here for a time.  We are at your disposal, to help you in your quest."  

Jek will dismount Iron-Hoove and pat him on his side. He will step forward and bow, slightly stiffer then normal. "Hello Krille, I am Jek, of the Order of the Pheonix. I thank you for your hospitality. It has been.... a long day. For now, I think we need food and rest if you can provide it. Soon, we must discuss the Triforce of Courage. We have been told it is here, and protected by a guardian. Also, if you know anything of the Triforce of Wisdom, that would be of great help to us! Or the Shard of Division.... Geeze we got to find a bunch of things." 

Almost reflexively Dageron takes note of the defenses of this place. Has he finally found a civilization of the soft races that actually takes security seriously!? The possibility boggles his mind, or perhaps that's the concussion from Vader. Whatever he determines he will log into his book for later review. 

(( Battle Master: Tactical Assessment Maneuver (Int + Inv) with Guidance = 27 (in Discord Dice Rolls, DDB roller not working) ))

Walking into the city Hrothgar looks around, checking to see if the real thing matches with the stories he has heard. His wounds only barely stopped bleeding and he is glad they completed the journey to the city. He bends through his knees a bit and jolts his shoulder up a bit to nudge Slade to hop off onto the ground before standing upright again. A short groan can be heard as he does but he tries to cover it with a heavy sigh.  

Greetings, I am Hrothgar Densfell. Food and rest would be.. most welcome. We will ofcourse pay for our stay here. Im sure the island has limited resources. 

He looks around to see if everyone is accounted for. 

If there is a healer in your service i would like to be so bold as to ask for them to check my companions wounds. They have suffered through much recently. 

As Hrothgar looks to Jek after having heard his list of things the Order still needs to find he nods. Any help in our search would be appreciated. 

If helpfull Hrothgar has the Noble background as part of the family of the Griffons Watch, a name that would be known to certain circles in Hylia. In case it would allow the group to receive good/better treatment and so other nobles would be open to speaking to us. 

The Elders glance at one another as Jek cuts straight to the chase, and begin conversing in squawks and clicks of their beaks.  Finally, the rest begin to step away, opening a nearby set of double doors as Krille ushers the Order of the Phoenix inside.  

"The Triforce."  Krille says, almost reflectively.  "First, let us tackle the bad news.  I am unsure of the location of the Triforce of Wisdom, though it has always been close knit to the Hyrule royal family.  Though, with the state of things in Hyrule at this time, where the royal family may be is unknown.  The Shard of Division hasn't been seen in a long time, though my suspicion is that Mother Aughra knows more than she says.  What we can help you with, though, is the Triforce of Courage...and yes.  It is here."

The other Owlin Elders are working on bringing in food as Krille leads the Order into what apparently serves as a dining hall.    

"We serve."  Krille said.  "The hallmark of a good leader...is to be a good follower first.  Sit, and sup.  You'll pardon me if I am direct, but the Triforce of Courage is a weeks travel from here, across the island in the Crater.  It is guarded or...well.  Perhaps not guarded, or at least that's not the right word.  You can walk right up to the Triforce of Courage and lay your hands on it.  That is when the 'guardian' arises.  The Triforce has it pinned there.  If you absolutely must have the Triforce...I recommend that once you have it, you run."  

The Owlin laid out a simple spread of foods; boiled corns and barley, stews and roasted meets, and half a dozen varieties of seeds and grains.  Another Owlin arrived carrying a leather satchel in one hand and sat it on the end of a table.  He...or she...it was hard to tell with the owls...began to set out vials and potions, trinkets and spell components. 

"For the wounded."  They said.    

Krille nods.

"We have rooms.  You're welcome to stay the night, and to come and go for the next few days.  We'll have to discuss what to do with you from there.  As for the offer for pay, Hrothgar, it will be unnecessary.  Your quest...it is payment enough."