The core of the new order await the king

In the mountain valley a group of people stood watching each other. Some groups were formed by their nation of origin. The priestess Sofiel stood next to the lady Celestine, a young woman who claimed to be the child sword saint Tiana and the a woman who bore a striking likeness to prince Celebron. The sorceress Azralynn stood loosely with Vesilia, Bixi, and Delathwyn. Of by himself stood the Archmage Bonius studying his surroundings and those who now stood with him.

Closest to the Archmage stood the ice elf queen Illenwyn considering the number of people who stood now waiting. The four warrior women Serrilda, Jolka, Frunda, and Brynhilder had gravitated together among this strange gathering they had been allies and honorable foes to each other from time to time so they had at least some connection to each other. The Ork woman stood looking around at those assembled and then back to herself in confusion. How had her wish not been granted how was she still not beautiful? The master smith also looked around but more in curiosity than fear some he knew by reputation some he had made weapons and equipment fore. Watching the others with mistrustful eyes the rebel and the Druid stand closest to each other and a small yet buxom goblines huddled near them trying to be unnoticed.

Among those from the south the warrior woman stood protectively by her fellows. The healer held a young artisan who wept in shame and anguish. A young woman with a large fox looks out in curiosity at her new surroundings. A young woman with some trace features of the menfolk sits looking at her new legs wiggling her feet and toes as if she had never seen them before. Above all others a massive saurian stands looking over this gathering of small ones. As the watch they can feel something shift in their throat as though some parts are growing and shifting. The fiery princess stands proudly watching those around her. Watching the others is a multi armed naga woman with her usual stoic expression though her emotions roil and churn with hope, fear, excitement, and worry.

Among the remaining groups the general, priestess, diviner, concubine, and ninja all stand together though not from the same courts they all recognize the similarities between each other. The powerful scalespawn and sword in human form watch and wait with calm curiosity. The spirit binder looks around in some frustration she was not expecting this much competition for the favor of the dragon.

A dragoness was looking at herself in some discomfort, while the sexual dimorphism between dragons is less than that between humanoids but to a dragon the gender change was jarring. Next to her a deamoness stands considering ad pondering what will be asked of her.

Finally a group of four stand. The representatives of divine will each holds an item in their hands as they look up un unison watching the sky as a plasma coated ball of Dragonite makes its final decent to this world it’s occupant will call home. As it reaches the ground it comes to a genial stop the magical power within allowing it to hover slightly above the grass.

As the onlookers hold their collective breath as previously unseen seems open and fold out revealing the coiled form of the new leader of this large gathering. With a burst of power that washes out you rise to your feet and take in all those gathered. At least no one can say you didn’t make an impressive enterance.