Maimakterion XVIII, MMMMX (18/10/4010) Empyrean, Elysia Novus Senatorial Office Complex VII:XIV a.m. (7:24 a.m.) Like many pivotal moments in history, it began with a simple message: an invitation - delivered to four individuals in the earliest hours of the eighteenth day of Maimakterion - to the office of an Elysian Senator. The office, located in Empyrean's creatively-named Senatorial Office Complex was, with its maroon, grey, and gold decor - the colors of its occupant's familial crest - clearly a relic from a time long since forgotten, its spartan and functional (yet elegant nonetheless) nature a far cry from the gaudily-furnished offices surrounding it. The same, really, could be said for the Senator sitting in the sinfully-comfortable slate-grey chair behind the office's (ceremonial office's, to be precise) slate-grey desk, one Barachiel Valeria. Although rather young for a Patrician Senator at a "mere" one hundred and fifty-seven years of age, Barachiel - who, like many of his kind, had served in the First, Second, and Third Elysian Wars before pursuing careers elsewhere - was, with his imposing physical presence (eight feet and one inch's worth of muscles kept in virtually perfect condition), classic white angelic wings (with the gigantic wingspan God had given to his chosen creations), black hair, and piercing amber eyes, clearly a hallmark of Elysia's former magnificence. And as the first glimmering rays of Elysia Novus began to peek above the Empyrean skyline and illuminate the four vacant slate-grey (and equally comfortable) chairs in front of the aforementioned desk, it was that magnificence that occupied Barachiel's thoughts - for if he was successful in the upcoming meeting, the restoration of that magnificence would be one step closer to fruition.