The figure gestures you to the front.
---Ye have been washed, cleansed... be ye now reborn.---
The floor in front of the throne area opens up, small tiles and bits of patterns crawling up and over each other until a rectangular pool is revealed. The figure gestures and unseen gentle hand lead you down some steps into the water. It is cold, but in comparison to the first pool, it is a sauna.
---Ye shall be immersed for only a few heartbeats, and then brought forth.---
The figure begin speaking... something... sounds which never issued from an humanoid throat, not entirely unpleasant, but very different. Another gesture; you feel the pressure of unseen hands lowering you gently into the water until you are completly immersed. A pause and the water warms and throbs-very much like a heart beating. You are lifted forth, breaking the surface of the water all at once and set upon your feet facing the throne. You can hear the floor closing up behind you.
An outfit of some kind floats before you. The wind whisks the water off of you, and then the robe, enwrapping you in the new garment, simultaneously. It fits surprisingly well, feeling much like the soft underlayer from a set of armor. On your left, from the patterns in the floor, multi-tiered sections rise smoothly to form a series of stacked comparments. One of the compartments opens and a bottle floats out.
This rises above your head and with a soft -pop- opens, tips, and spills a small amount of the contents onto the top of your head. You smell myrrh, mingled with various spices, a strong oder. The bottle closes and is whisked away. The figure comes right to the edge of the line of the teeth.
---Take a knee.---
Once you have done so, the figure hangs the scepter and the axe in the air, and makes a gesture as if to lay hands upon your head. The figure does not cross the line of teeth, however, with any part. You feel the phantom pressure of the hands upon your head. The extra fingers render the sensation subtly different. Again the figure speaks the incomprehensable language.
The most peculiar sensation spreads throughout your body. Your blood tingles and rushes through you in a way almost... joyful. The figure reaches back and snags the axe from the air, and holds it horizontally, speaking a few words. Then the figure reverses the axe, so that the blade is up and extends the axehead past the line of teeth. There is a silvery sparkle and distortion about the part of the axe which breeches the line of teeth. As the axe passes the teeth, it dulls and loses all luster, becoming much older looking.
The figure taps each of your shoulders thrice, in a manner most formal, speaking yet a third time. He finishes, but leaves the axe extended.
---Your gift, warrior. Weild it with honor, it shall shine again.---
---One last thing ye must do. Part of ye must remain here. Part of us must go with ye. Blood thyself upon thine weapon, that it may ever know thee. And mark with thy blood, that place where thou awoke. From that place, take of the dust, and place it upon thy tongue. For from the dust we arose, and to the dust we return.---