Reaching the sought after peak, Coran settled down, sending out his consciousness. He passed over great wrecks, and buried corpses of lost Golems. Mourning them, Coran continued his search. Then, he found it. A great gathering of Golems. They milled around, carrying out their tasks. Coran found the one he was looking for. One of the War Colossuses. Calling out to it, he worked it back from its slumber, bringing it to life once more.

He called out to it, beckoning it back to him. 

The Colossus woke. Its eyes opened. It had happened faster than Coran was expecting. He soon learned why. There was a creature, Dryadic in shape, but made of flesh like many of the creatures of Talahm. It looked straight at the Colossus. Coran could see it through the giant's eyes. 

Coran was ecstatic. This was truly the sign they had been looking for. Life could once again stay on Talahm. 

Calling the Colossus to them, Coran returned to his brethren.

"The fire was a sign, my brothers." Coran claimed, approaching his brethren. "I have seen a creature. One that is not from our world. They have come here in the fire. They have come here and survived. It is safe for our brethren's return." 

"Then we must not delay. We must call out to them." Fondiir urged, he was tired of waiting. They were all tired of waiting.

In mutual consensus, the Behemoths locked hands and melded their consciousness. They called out to the Golems of the Farthach Spas. They called out in all directions, not knowing where their brethren even were.

Present Day, The Farthach Spas

North of Temperent, in Immortal territory

The Council of the Foraoise

The Council's chamber was located in the cranial cavity of the Farthach Spas. There are three levels of walkways and railings surrounding the beasts brain, drilled into its skull. The great pink mass was full of wrinkles and pulses. A great waterfall, carrying in nutrients and taking wastes away, washed over every exposed part. A number of small, spider-like Golems scampered across it, caring for the creature.

The third level of the chamber was about halfway up the brain. A large area cleared away at the front. There was a large round table, surrounded by ten chairs. The two most elaborate of which were on opposite ends. The Cruach of the Miotal sat on the right, the greatest of which, Dukku, sat closest to the Farchach Spas' brain. On the left of the table sat the Druids of the Adhmad. Likewise, their greatest, Borni, sat opposite from Dukku.

The Council was locked into a deep debate. The Golems of the Farthach Spas were crying out. They were calling for a return to their home. The Miotal were fighting for this. They too wished to go home. The Druids, however were against it. They still feared the virus of long ago, not realizing that it has not existed for centuries. Curiously, both Borni and Dukku remained silent throughout this entire exchange.

Then, Dukku raised his hand, calling for the attention of all at the table. His gnarled, mossy beard waving as he spoke, his mechanical Wolf pacing around behind him. "Quiet. We have already come to a decision. The other Cruach have stated their opinion, and the stance of the Druids is weakened. We all know what the decision will be. Let Borni speak, for he will speak that which is in all of our hearts." Dukku motioned towards Borni. He often did this, not caring to state any of the Council's decisions himself.

"We shall return. We have been gone for far too long. Our brethren, the Behemoths, are calling out to us. The Golems of our own ship are calling out to them. How can we not return? How can we stay out here, in the cold of space, wasting away as our home remained barren? Today is the day we turn back. We shall return." Borni finished his speech, his eagle screeching from his shoulder. The rest at the table nodded. The Miotal, glad that their side had won. The Adhmad, distraught, but they too understood that which truly lied within their hearts.

The Dryads were returning.

In Immortal Territory

West of Temperent, North-East of Jeslore

The Farthach Spas flew through space. Its great tail swaying side to side as it moved forwards. It was heading home, wishing to see the oceans that it had been born into. Great swathes of Buama scurried across its back, Frenetically hurrying in anticipation. They were reacting to The Behemoth's call, and they were calling back out.

The beast continued, but soon an Immortal ship appeared within sight. The Farthach Spas saw it and slowed down. It was wary of the newcomer.

The nearby immortal ship was carrying Klaut goldmantle, the dwarf who had saved Sylvia in the past and most likely shaped the future of jeslore by that simple action, he was always keen on helping out outsiders and foreigners and contacted farthach spas. "attention strangers, welcome to immortal teritory, apex 122 is closeby for refueling. If there is anything i can help you with, be sure to respond to me on this channel, ill be happy to help you out." as the ship got closer it was revealed how big this ship actually was. It seemed heavily armed and armored and had the immortal symbol all over it.

The Dryads watched as the Immortal ship approached. The communications Golems on the Farthach Spas picked up some sort of message, but with them not having been designed to transmit messages on frequencies, the Golems could only
pick up scattered sounds.

"They must not have any Golems on that ship of
theirs," stated Dukku, the first of the Miotal, "otherwise,they would have tryed that approach by now."

"How can you be so sure, Dukku? They may be keeping them in secret." Warned Borni, who was the one leading the druids. To this, Dukku merely shook his head, a wry grin spreading on his wooden lips.

"Borni, you surprise me. Do you not know that I can spot a golem from a mile away? That ship is no Golem. There is no hint of life beneath that metal exterior." Dukku laughed as he pointed out that which had been obvious to him. "We should send out the Siolta, beckon them aboard.So that we may see their faces and hear their voices. Do you not agree, Borni?" Asked the Cruach, clearly expecting the Druid to agree.

Borni smiled back at his old friend. He too wished to see the faces of the ones in the lifeless Golem. "You speak true my old friend. Let the Siolta engage our friends abroad and beckon them to board the Farthach Spas!" Shouted Borni, commanding his people to do this.

The Siolta quickly left from the mouth of the great beast, their orders heard. One of them, known for it's daring and audacious personality, went before the others. It approached the Immortal ship, examining it as the creature drew close. This Siolta swam through the vacuum of space, circling the vessel. It then stopped in front of the ship. Hoping to get it's attention.

Them that particular Siolta went a short ways back to the Farthach Spas and stopped. It looked back at the Immortal ship, as though the creature was beckoning it to follow.

The ship came to a dead stop when the other thing floated in front of it. There were windows and the dwarf was standing in front of one of them, there was futuristic lighting inside but other than that it seemed dark. He waved and smiled at the passengers of the ship in front of them. He then drew a tablet and wrote something on it before flipping it and pressig it against the window. "hello! need any help?"

(Ranger, the Siolta are living creatures. They don't have windows.)

The Siolta, named Torix, swam around the ship again. A small figure had shown up within the clear spots of its exterior. Torix flew up closer trying to get a better look. The Dryads within him viewed the being through Torix's eyes. They did not know what it was trying to show them.

So, the beast flew behind the ship and nudged it towards the Farthach Spas. Then Torix flew back around to where the small creature stood. It flew away, towards the Farthach Spas, and the n it flew back. Looking at the small humanoid in the window, Torix bobbed his head and turned back towards the Farthach Spas. Then, Torix flew halfway between the two ships, waiting for the metal thing to follow.

The viral battleship's captain Klaut was losing patience and thought of what else he could do to make contact with those on or inside the odd creature. He signaled the captain to rise up and fly over the thing until it was onder the dropping hatch and had it opened, allowing it to enter the Viral battleship as the dwarf waited for it in the hatch wearing an immortal raider armor with the oxygen tanks allowing him to survive in the vaccuum of space.

The Siolta flew around the ship, noticing as it opened a hatch on its underside. Popping its head into the opening, the beast soon flew into it completely. Noticing the small dwarf, it flew up to the man and landed, opening its jaws to their full heights. Soft lights were bobbing in the back and along the sides of the beast's throat. Slowly, five figures began to walk forward from its dark depths. The Dryads consisted of one Dair and one Iarann, two Claiomh, and one Aer. Immediately, the Aer sent out her Anam asking the air between the two groups to shift the sounds so that all might understand. The Claiomh kept their hands on the hilts of their Anams, ready to draw at a moment's notice. The Dair and the Iarann were obviously the leaders of this group, and the showed this as they approached the dwarf, bowing gracefully as they did so.

"We are the Dryads, the last of our kind. Who might you be, Ceann Gearr." The last two words did not translate into the dwarf's language as the rest had. The mage's spell hadn't affected them because they had been used as a title for the dwarf. They mean "Short One." The Dryad's, especially the mage, looked at the Dwarf in wonder because he was made of flesh and nt of wood, and because he wore some kind of golem on himself. Though the Iarann was confused by it, because this creature's golem did not carry any anam throughout itself and because it was cold.

The hatch closed again after the golem flew in, and as soon as the oxygen level was right to breathe he took the helmet off revealing his face. "Welcome to my viral battleship. I saw your peculiar ship floating by and was wondering if you were lost. Also you might want to be carefull with unarmed ships, pirates and such are common out there...Just some friendly advice."

"We thank you for your concern, but we are not lost." Replied the Dryad with the title of Dair. Then his companion, the Iarann, spoke up, "Viral Battleship? What is this? It is like no other Golem that I have seen. By anam, I cannot feel its core." Turning back towards Klaut, he continued, "How do you keep this creation powered? How do you coand it or assign tasks to it? It does not male sense to me!"

The Dair returned to the team's Siolta, checking the beast to make sure that it was alright. It let out a mild wail, apparently it found the metal floor to be just as uncomfortable as the Dair himself. The two swordsman were carefully trying to catch glimpses of the strange weapons that the dwarf carried. The Aer was exploring the small hangar with the Iarann, though not with the same eagerness.

Stretching, the Siolta uncramped its muscles. Then, suddenly blue flames sprouted along it's abdomen and claws. With oxygen being available in the air, the flames couldn't help but grow. In response the Siolta flew just slightly above the floor as not to harm it.

The dwarf chuckled, but not in a taunting sense. He had to do this many times and he just couldnt get tired of it. "Aye lads...the viral battleship. It is not a golem but a machine, we power it with a large generator to keep our ship afloat. This ship is made to carry our soldiers to move our troops between planets safely. If you want i can show ye around the ship, im sure you'll find it interesting..."