Quite a time before Alex and the group's descent, there was a storm brewing about an hour from Talann. Beyond the hills and ridges lain a very small citadel the size of a town. The pillar that oversaw its people had a connective mesa to divide authority. The elevated part held a large, ivory colored, marble courtyard, shaded and strewn with luxurious, twisting furniture. The town below was curved around the tower like a crescent moon and guarded on all sides. A beacon, a shard of reflective glass atop this monument, shined a clear and light blue as the dwindling sun's rays hit at just the right angle. 

Down beneath the tower, the people were fairly clothed and everyone seemed happy... but up above... a harsh shriek of anger sounded, thunder crashing with its echo. Dripping orange dew splashes, dropping from a laced metal table. Pink liquid mixes with it as broken glass reflects cut flesh. The crackling static of the wind ceased slowly. In spite of the wound, the hand clutched it even more firm, spilling more blood. "This..." A woman growls, "This has gone... LONG ENOUGH..." She throws the rest of the glass onto the tile. It drips into small crevices within the gaps of each of the nearest pieces. A slightly plump, bright orange, slug-like being with a large salamander tail, comes to her aid. Rather than blot her wound, she scrapes up the glass into a wooden bin and uses her other two arms to reach for the rag on the ground, mopping up the mess. 

The angry woman looks at a paper, tatters on its edge as if stricken with lightning. She looks over to a man on the ground covered in burn streaks and armored in a silvered metal. She's given yet another glass of orange liquid by a lighter green slug. This one was slimmer and more masculine. He bows and leaves, dragging the guard along the ground out of her sight. The female slug speaks to her, "Miss Tethra... I've some more news..." Tethra leers her eyes over at her bright and soft face. Tethra's long, white, thick brimmed, side feathers are tied, reaching down to her stomach, eyes blackened with light blueish-yellow gradient circles for irises. Their crest feathers fan outward in braids in a long ponytail. She's wearing a thin-fabric white dress laced haphazardly with golden metallic thread. "What Bovin scat have you got for me now...", Tethra squawks... The slug lady replies, "Well... Lady Tethra... Termigann has made some moves... regarding the defense of their.. 'clan' "

As the clouds billow darker above the citadel, people look up. green static electricity had scattered toward the origin of the tower. They watch the lightshow as yet another angrily charged scream bursts as an echo through the air. Lightning strikes the tower's beacon, creating a large orb of pressurized gravity surrounding it. The lightning bounces off of it and onto Lady Tethra. Her eyes open as a green hue has now sheathed itself within her sclera. 

A figure swiftly vaults over the mesa wall. They have a slim figure, pure white feathered body. They're dressed in hakama with an enlarged bow for a belt. Two ropes line the sides of their hips in rings and a widened hat covers their face. Left on their back is a long etched wooden and blocky bow and quiver. No arrows...  Tethra sternly speaks their name. "Inka..." The ranger puts their feet together and hits their fist within their other palm, awaiting command. The lady gives her order, "We descend... NOW..." The man nods, their hat tilting, "Yes my lady..." He dashes like some outlandish roadrunner down the citadel walls and surfs along the loose silt. Wind beats against his face as his long, black feathers whip behind his neck. Slitted pupils of mint green reveal themselves from under the shadow of his slightly rounded kasa... 

Back at the berry patch, the chieftain of the Kymera open their eyes. Their ear twitches as they squint, grunting as they sensed an event emerging. Their fur bristles like metallic sand as if getting ready for a relavent moment. They watch in the distance at an empty alley made of solid rock, the sun raying over the edges of the gorge... "It's time..."