Paloria looked out across the world around her. Far away, across the sea, she felt some of her children. Then, the unfortunate ones that went with them were returning to her, flying over sea and land. She saw as H'mog, her lost brother, ran, his mind ruined. Looking to the sky, she saw Dymos, she knew that it was Dymos, asleep and cold.
"Aether, tell me. What has happened to our beloved brother, Hakku? I cannot see him, nor can I feel his presence around us." Paloria stood, looking out over the lands, a quizzical look on her face.
As she posed this question she began to think about her future actions, which was very rare for her to do. "The reason that I ask, is because his assistance would be much welcomed in this impending war."
"First, we will amass our forces here. Then, we shall have this realm fortified. Without the help of Dragons, to which Humans, those of Led, and the Dru'dar is given, entrance to my realm his hard won. As such, the mountains will be fortified. We shall enlist the help of Dwarves and, if at all possible, that of the Fae."
Turning back around to her elder brother, Paloria continued to relay her plans, "Secondly, we will create our army proper. Our champions shall lead it as we lead them. Then, when we are ready, we will attack."
"Remember, Aether. When I fell asleep all those years ago. I completed the mission I sought to complete. Eventually, once all other gods have either aligned with me or be destroyed, I will turn to the All-Father. We will open the door, we will see his face, for once in our long lives."