Post by Otho Sarus on May 22, 2006 16:31:47 GMT -5
The great south windows were as black as soot, as the darkness of the night almost seemed to claw at the light that came from within, blotting out the stars and moon. The night was entirely black, but within the hall the great fire roared merrily, bathing the immense room in soft, flickering orange light and the great doors to the hall were guarded by men in ornate battle armour, keeping the assembled guests safe from any harm that might befall them - though that was near impossible in the great keep.
The sound of the crackling embers was drowned out however by the chatter of the guests seated about the three long tables in the centre of the hall, dining on whatever exquisite and equally rediculous dish took the fancy of their over inflated ego's. At the top end of the hall nearest to the great south widows another long table stood, but around this table sat the higher ranking flunkies and floozies, royal staff of all sorts, but most importantly the Queen of Karador herself. Her bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, but one could be certain he was nearby, as ever.
It was with no amount of subtlety, guile or tactfulness that the sorcerer made his appearance in the great south hall. Suddenly a great thunderclap echoed about the hall, silencing the chatter and banter. The guests, staff and servants were glancing about avidly for the source of the noise, the floozies having dropped their flippant meals across their equally flippant clothing.
The source of the disturbance was quite apparent, and many had already caught site of this interesting development. Many gazed inanely in the direction of the Queen's table, as now a figure stood before her where one had not been before. An old man clad in robes of flowing purple stood before the Queens seat in front of the royal table, but there seemed to be an odd shimmer in the air about him. As the onlookers squinted to see clearly they saw that the old man was wreathed in violet flame, running the length of his cloak, staff and even his beard.
"How dare you, vile magician, guards seize him!" One of the higher ranking flunkies near the queens table appeared to have recovered his wits enough to stand and shout some sort of insult or order at the unusual arrival. The floozy had taken a gamble hoping to gain favour and move up the ranks by being the first to denounce the intruder, but sadly he failed miserably.
The purple clad sorcerer gestured in the direction of the flippant courtier, and without warning what might have at one point been boiled lobster exploded in his face, knocking him backwards into his seat and leaving him covered in a dull pink paste, and leaving a stunned expression on his face.
"Sit Down, Idiot" Otho spat, glaring briefly before turning back to face the Queen, still wreathed in violet flame. "Your Majesty, I apologise, but we must speak now, in private - it is of utmost import". Otho said, concealing a wink and a smile in Kalista's direction. He needed to let her know what was happening, and she needed to know now. The darkness that he had felt before was growing, and it was growing more and more like the darkness he remembered from eons ago - the darkness that was the demons, the unchained. It had to be stopped, and although the sorcerer had held his ground against the darkness once before, if they were to be sure of catching and stopping the necromancer and his new found pet they would need all of the help they could get.
The sound of the crackling embers was drowned out however by the chatter of the guests seated about the three long tables in the centre of the hall, dining on whatever exquisite and equally rediculous dish took the fancy of their over inflated ego's. At the top end of the hall nearest to the great south widows another long table stood, but around this table sat the higher ranking flunkies and floozies, royal staff of all sorts, but most importantly the Queen of Karador herself. Her bodyguard was nowhere to be seen, but one could be certain he was nearby, as ever.
It was with no amount of subtlety, guile or tactfulness that the sorcerer made his appearance in the great south hall. Suddenly a great thunderclap echoed about the hall, silencing the chatter and banter. The guests, staff and servants were glancing about avidly for the source of the noise, the floozies having dropped their flippant meals across their equally flippant clothing.
The source of the disturbance was quite apparent, and many had already caught site of this interesting development. Many gazed inanely in the direction of the Queen's table, as now a figure stood before her where one had not been before. An old man clad in robes of flowing purple stood before the Queens seat in front of the royal table, but there seemed to be an odd shimmer in the air about him. As the onlookers squinted to see clearly they saw that the old man was wreathed in violet flame, running the length of his cloak, staff and even his beard.
"How dare you, vile magician, guards seize him!" One of the higher ranking flunkies near the queens table appeared to have recovered his wits enough to stand and shout some sort of insult or order at the unusual arrival. The floozy had taken a gamble hoping to gain favour and move up the ranks by being the first to denounce the intruder, but sadly he failed miserably.
The purple clad sorcerer gestured in the direction of the flippant courtier, and without warning what might have at one point been boiled lobster exploded in his face, knocking him backwards into his seat and leaving him covered in a dull pink paste, and leaving a stunned expression on his face.
"Sit Down, Idiot" Otho spat, glaring briefly before turning back to face the Queen, still wreathed in violet flame. "Your Majesty, I apologise, but we must speak now, in private - it is of utmost import". Otho said, concealing a wink and a smile in Kalista's direction. He needed to let her know what was happening, and she needed to know now. The darkness that he had felt before was growing, and it was growing more and more like the darkness he remembered from eons ago - the darkness that was the demons, the unchained. It had to be stopped, and although the sorcerer had held his ground against the darkness once before, if they were to be sure of catching and stopping the necromancer and his new found pet they would need all of the help they could get.