Vaelor's Personal Elites entered the outer corridors of the Loom in formation, six figures who caused lesser gods to part before them even when unbidden. They did not have to raise their voices to be heard. Authority clung to them in thick, smothering bands that flattened local reality.
At the front of the group, Orrax, the Executioner, loomed over the rest. His body appeared to be crafted from black iron and cooling magma with veins of dull red light running through his arms and neck. He was silent, as usual, his words few and lethal when he deigned to speak. His role within the Loom was simple and direct - whenever Vaelor made a decision, Orrax ensured that there were no second thoughts.
