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The new arrivals would not have to wait long. Within a few minutes of their variously striding, stumbling and staggering into the courtyard, the temple's inhabitants came out to meet them.
At their fore walked a woman of ageless beauty. Though her elven features were unblemished and unwrinkled, there was an unmistakable maturity and wisdom to her visage that could only come from great age. She was clad in a lengthy blue cloak and robe of evidently fine make, and her hair fell in deep brown tresses over her shoulders. She wore a warm smile upon her face as she looked over the new arrivals, assessing them each in turn with a gaze that - although it gave the impression of seeing far beyond the surface - was not judgmental, only welcoming.
At her side, two young men walked. The first was a face that Aldo would recognise as Elante Vadrillion, one of Celestia's most prominent alumni. The design of the auburn-haired mage's white-and-gold cloak and mantle bore the insignias of the academy, and if nothing else, the scepter fastened at his side identified him as a spellcaster to those of the group unfamiliar with the prestigious institution.
Along with him was a long-haired swordsman clad in similar attire to the Knights of Le'thorian that had greeted the group. His tunic and cloak bore prominent indications of rank, however, suggesting that he held a lofty rank within the order of knights. The sword fastened at his hip was of exquisite craftsmanship, and its simple yet elegant design lent it an understated beauty.
More figures continued to emerge from the temple, though they took up less prominent positions. Amongst them were a warrior maiden in heavy plate armour of black-and-gold, a younger elven mage who bore something of a resemblance to the sorceress at their fore, a fair-haired youth clad with two antique pistols holstered at his hips, and two teens in more contemporary garb: the first platinum blonde and fine featured, and the second green-skinned, with pointed ears and a broad, sharp-toothed grin. At their backs stood a large centaur woman of the like that none of the new arrivals had likely ever laid eyes upon. Her skin was a dusky hue of purple, and a pair of hefty curved horns swept back from her brow to arc behind her. The temple it would seem had gathered all sorts of beings from across the lands.
Also among those to meet the new arrivals upon the step were a number of ghostly spectres that began to manifest themselves into visibility. It would seem that both the living and the dead had turned out to receive the next generation of champions to be.
"Welcome, all of you," The elven woman at the front of the Vanguard stepped forwards towards the group of newcomers. "I am Sylvire Nasazura, leader of the Elysian Vanguard. Truly, it is wonderful to see so many new faces come to answer the call."