Post by D'Kali Hegemony on Jan 27, 2015 3:31:56 GMT
There was a slow hiss as the airlock cycled to a hard seal with the Gryphonic station, guards shifting. As the docking sequence completed, the scarlet arrowhead hull of the D'Kali ship linked with its new home, the awaiting Gryphons heard an odd sound.
It was a slow, rumbling beat. A bass that was felt almost as much as heard. As the door to the airlock opened, the beat became all together louder; they were drums. On the other side of the door stood a small party of D'Kali, walking steadily with the distinct click of claws on metal. Three larger warriors were at the front of the group, their armour dimly reflecting the lighting in the umbilical corridor and spears pointed forward so as not to catch on the ceiling. The centre of the three figures carried not a spear but instead a small Hegemony banner, topped with a small statuette of Roxal and Kalisa intertwined.
Behind them was the source of the drum beats; a pair of D'Kali servants with large kettle drums affixed by leather harnesses to their front waists, thumping a steady rolling tone in time with their master's steps. As the D'Kali delegation halted in front of whatever Gryphonic dignitaries had come to greet them, the beat rolled to a single loud note, before falling silent. The centre drake nodded to his hosts and then unbuckled his sword from his side.
"I am Lord Xiril, of the clan of Rakx'ka. I give my sword to show the Hegemony's dedication and respect for your temple here. I will serve as the Hegemony's Herald in this place. With my ear, you have the ear of the Herald and the Archon himself. With my voice, you hear the voice of the Herald and the Archon." Extending his arm, he allowed the Gryphon to take the heavy, exquisitely crafted blade. Once the sword was accepted, the D'Kali smiled, teeth gleaming. "Now then...when can the rest of my crew make shore?"
It was a slow, rumbling beat. A bass that was felt almost as much as heard. As the door to the airlock opened, the beat became all together louder; they were drums. On the other side of the door stood a small party of D'Kali, walking steadily with the distinct click of claws on metal. Three larger warriors were at the front of the group, their armour dimly reflecting the lighting in the umbilical corridor and spears pointed forward so as not to catch on the ceiling. The centre of the three figures carried not a spear but instead a small Hegemony banner, topped with a small statuette of Roxal and Kalisa intertwined.
Behind them was the source of the drum beats; a pair of D'Kali servants with large kettle drums affixed by leather harnesses to their front waists, thumping a steady rolling tone in time with their master's steps. As the D'Kali delegation halted in front of whatever Gryphonic dignitaries had come to greet them, the beat rolled to a single loud note, before falling silent. The centre drake nodded to his hosts and then unbuckled his sword from his side.
"I am Lord Xiril, of the clan of Rakx'ka. I give my sword to show the Hegemony's dedication and respect for your temple here. I will serve as the Hegemony's Herald in this place. With my ear, you have the ear of the Herald and the Archon himself. With my voice, you hear the voice of the Herald and the Archon." Extending his arm, he allowed the Gryphon to take the heavy, exquisitely crafted blade. Once the sword was accepted, the D'Kali smiled, teeth gleaming. "Now then...when can the rest of my crew make shore?"
