It'd only been a couple days since Dhamuzi-Oshu had been resurrected, and he was still becoming acclimatized to the inherent changes he'd undergone.  He now sat full lotus on the floor of the guestroom granted him in the Autumn Palace by Prince Madrigal.  There he sat in contemplation of his new Sovereign and making preparations for the day to come.  They were to set out on a mission to retrieve a divine artifact and dread was trying to work its way into his thoughts.

His lithe upper body was naked, exposing his Chamoisee-complected skin that now reflected the truth of his lineage with innate, glowing tattoos etched across his entire body.  His midnight-blue, deep violet hued dreadlocks were neatly pinned atop his head, keeping them out of his face while he meditated.  His stave, the Aesclepius was lain across his lap as the Mistral Oculus floated above his cupped hands.  As his plans were finalized, the lost Sylphide prince opened his eyes, revealing what looked to be two tungsten eclipses eschewing silvery-white light.

Standing with the aid of his staff to his full 5'10 and 165 lbs., the mystic shaman paused a moment to close his eyes and let the power recede from them.  Clipping the orrery to the belt at his waist, he leaned the Aesclepius against the bed as he pulled on the blouse of the nondescript, magical vestments.  Believing himself to be ready, he straightened his outfit and hair one last time as he looked in the mirror.  His eyes had returned to their normal icy blue that from certain angles appeared to have a violet haze overlaying the irises.

Once he put on all his accoutrements and ensured his mental preparedness, he gave himself one last look, as he said, "This is the way..."