Silly Satyrs (Closed/Azah/Quest)

Now here was an interesting place. Seemingly peaceful in this strange place. Azah stood with her helmet hanging from her finger tips looking around the strange forested area. She had only been in this odd realm for a short time. If the days were the same here as they were on her old planet she thought she had been here for just over a week. Still somewhat shaky on what exactly this place was and  still far from her former power. It was as if when her body was destroyed she had lost something. No matter though. In time she would be back to what she once was. If the overwhelming feeling of power in this place was to be believed she might be even more. Azah reached her armored hand up and brushed her hair out of her face with a sigh. Time to continue her investigation. She pushed her hair up and locked her helmet down on her head. Protected now. Azah stretched her massive white wings out in either direction before folding them behind her back again. She didn't understand this place. Before she could take to the air with not even a worry, here however she was just some clumsy land bound thing. It was frustrating to say the least. She would get that back soon enough though, she could feel it. With and roll of her shoulders Azah moved on, armor clattering as she walked over the uneven ground. She could hear the babble of a stream not far off and had decided to make her way to the body of water. It seemed like the best place to start after all. water ways often led to important things. Even in this place with\out any real direction Azah's compass continued to point her onward. She knew soon enough she would find something in need of purification, there was always something. 

As the winged inquisitor reached the stream she heard something else in the forest. The sounds of this place muted or muffled either by her presence or the presence of some other entity making it easy to hear the steps of the booted man to her right. She turned quickly with a rattle of armor and placed her hand on the hilt of her blade. Her luminous eyes narrowed inside her helmet as she looked on the walking man. No doubt her would have seen her first. Not only was her armor golden in color and sheen but her wings made it nearly impossible to hide in most natural environment. That was fine with Azah though. She never was one for hiding. This man did not look like a beast. He had a sort of corrupted air about him as smoke rising from his mouth but Azah saw no reason to strike him down at first glance. "Name yourself traveler." She called out to him in her deep voice with a natural air of authority. "I am Azah Exaltel, Inquisitor and servant of light. I mean you no harm if you mean me none."

This one was strange. He had some kind of accent that Azah could not place. Then again, everyone in this realm seemed to have that exact strangeness. She assumed that to them her Anokian accent likely sounded odd as well. More over, it was interesting that they all could understand each other. She had used magics that made communication easier before but this was on a level greater than she had seen. Far too often magic of that scope was rooted in darkness. That was a concern for another time though. Now there was this man. He seemed to think she was something that she was not. While angel would be a proper description in lower tongues she had no idea what god he spoke of. She did not serve any single deity. More so she was a servant of the Anokian High Counsel, or at least Azah was. Now she just fought for the ideals. She felt no need to correct him though. Not unless it became cumbersome not to. The lesser races often were confused about her kind and their ignorance was often useful. 

Azah stepped forward as the man called Remmy did so. He did something else too. He extended his hand to her. Some kind of greeting no doubt. Azah mirrored his stance. removing her hand from her weapon and holding it out with her palm facing his outstretched palm, not grasping his hand however, just sort of hovering there. 

"It has yet to be seen if it a pleasure to meet you Remmy Keyton. I however do not know the way out of this place. I have been in this place for only a few solar cycles and am unfamiliar with the topography." Azah held her hand outward for as long as Remmy would, not wanting to seem rude. "I was hoping perhaps you might point me in the correct direction. Seems we are together in our ordeal though."

Remy let out a sigh as he let his hand fall, eyes locked on the angel in all her shining glory and had to wonder how such a bright being could in fact be so dim. It was astounding to the man, who for his part had never met a being that didn't know what a simple hand shake was, and could not quite understand how one grew up without figuring out that basic mode of greeting. 

"See you're supposed to shake my hand love, not just dangle it out there like some wet fish."

As soon as those words where out of his mouth his eyes once again found there way to the sky, at least what little he could see of it, and then back to the angel... And as he did so it hit him that she seemed to be at least as lost as he, with maybe less of a reason.

"I gotta wonder though, how can ya be lost when ya could just fly above the trees ta get your baring. Seems like a mighty fine waste of such great plumage if ya ask me." 

Which in fact it was. To have wings and not to use em was akin to having feet and not walking, which made less sense then a pig in a bow tie. Of course all those thoughts and more vanished from Remy's mind as a man just appeared. Now to say Remy had seen some odd things in both his life and after life would be something of an understatement, but this was by far the oddest and hardest to explain. In fact it was so odd and so startling that Remy, as brave as he was , peed him self. Not a lot mind you, there was no damp spot on the front of his well worn jeans, but he did in fact leak. He also may have squeaked. Much like a little girl. All this aside, it didn't stop him from drawing his arms and aiming at the man that had so suddenly come into their midst.

"Wh..." With a cough and a shudder Remy let his guns fall a tad. It was Remy's policy never to overtly threaten anyone who came out of no where "Ahem.Knicknacks ya say? And ummm where the hell did ya come from?"