The call had been answered! The sound of hissing steam and flapping wings only made Dawn's appearance more grand. Cascading across the pure white gaseous background, she stood as the beacon of hope and courage that she had in the times before. Dawn's addressed the eager masses, but before her rhetoric found it's stride a new figure made it's presence known, a robed figure, draped in a peculiar gray cloak.. However this soon proved to be a facade for a much more powerful form. This, Fayaxion was revealed, or as the populous may more commonly refer to as a Platinum Dragon. The discussion seemed brief yet informative, it was made clear that he Shadowlords had set their gaze unto the Paladin Stronghold of Luna, and that the attacks that had been occurring were merely forward scouts and raiding parties, the real force had yet to be seen. Dawn raised her glinting sword to the air and proclaimed her intentions above the hiss of steam and the hammer fall of the native Gargish people's toils. MUSTER AT THE EAST GATE OF LUNA! NINE BY THE EASTERN SUN!