Emperor Eyrin sent word to his advisors selected group of adventurers. Guardsman and mercenaries were sent to collect and bring them to him with the offer of untold wealth. He was sat upon his fully amethyst throne, what looked to be a half-elf, but something was also odd about him, a bright hue shown around him as if he were blessed by a god. Around him his trusted Royal Guard, all clad in darkened steel plate armor, with the Royal guards symbol plastered on the chest and pauldrons.

"Sayrin are you ready for this important task? I am entrusting you with this, do not fail me." The Emperor's voice boomed forth in the still throne room. "I must have this dealt with quickly, and if possible without the loss of anymore precious life. Can you do this?"

A fully plated figure stepped forward his armor the same as the other Royal Guard, his arm over his chest as he bowed to his majesty. He said no words, just held his place until Eyrin told him to stand in front of him, and wait for the others to show so that he may address them all at once.