(Jameson Telluth(Insignificant), Sergeant Officer of Praelium, Outside of Paline) "She will come under no harm." Jameson said, taking the weapon from Holden. "And these papers do indeed have you mentioned. I will bring you to Paline. We'll call an audience with Claudius." The men put their weapons away and motioned Holden forward. "Shouldn't be too far now." Jameson said. "You'll be given lodging and food until Claudius arrives. But don't make yourself too comfy. He will probably arrive within the hour." (Carver Pentaghast (Main), House of Decus in the capital of Great Praelium) [color=00aeef][i]Oh god, why couldn't it have been a giant flaming sky rock?[/i][/color] Carver was once again rubbing his temples in the dark, plain room. There was a hooded figure across from him whose face was obscured by the shadows. The figure sat hands clasped together and across the table, motionless and without reacting to the Tyrannus' distress state. [color=00aeef]"A powerful mage has been out their for at least 7 years and you tell me this now?"[/color] Carver said, more exasperated than angry. [color=00aeef]"Not to mentioned you killed a Dec, too. We thought it was an assassination that killed Dec Garandinar..."[/color] [color=a187be]"The past cannot be changed."[/color] A female voice replied from the seemingly lifeless robe. [color=a187be]"We focus on the now. Intel tells us he is plotting to destroy the entire nation of Praelium. And he is quite capable of doing it."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Right, right, a human with possible the highest magical potential in years, and that was at age thirteen." [/color]Carver replied sarcastically. [color=00aeef]"Gods know how powerful he is now."[/color] [color=a187be]"We will send out someone of our own."[/color] The voice responded. [color=a187be]"They also have high potential. Not nearly as great as his, however."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Yes, I'm sure that will go over well."[/color] Carver said, sitting up from his chair. [color=00aeef]"Now are you done telling me that doomsday is nigh for Praelium, or can I leave?"[/color] The figure responded with silence. Carver took that as a cue to leave, but as he turned his back the figure said something else. [color=a187be]"Two things. Your High Dec will talk to an outsider soon. He is vital to Praelium's survival."[/color] The figure paused again. It seemed to be contemplating something. Finally, the figure spoke, but their voice was softer than before. [color=a187be]"Your reign of Tyrannus will almost certainly be short. Prepare for death."[/color] Carver's posture immediately stiffened, as if he had just been struck by lightning. To have his reign be cut short by one man? To have the entire country be ended by a single soul? [color=00aeef][i]No... I will not allow it. No matter his magical talent, he will not get the best of me..[/i] [/color] Carver's previously frightened demeanor shifted towards and aggressive stance. He beat his royal chest plate with his fist and room resounded with a spectacular metal sound. [color=00aeef]"The bastard may end me, but he will not end Praelium."[/color] He snarled and turned around. He stopped in the doorway. [color=00aeef]"And I'll be sure to take him to hell with me."[/color] The figure remained motionless, but cracked a smile under their robe. [color=a187be]"See to it, Lord Tyrannus. May Erelith's power guide you."[/color]