[hr][hr][center][color=darkgray][h1]Lucivar DeLuxor[/h1]
[h2][u]Dene Nehel[/u][/h2][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Kneeling down, he wiped the blood from his blade on a dead soldier's cloth, then stood and looked around the room. Screams and moans of the dying filled the large chamber, he could see a few bodies squirming, trying to get themselves out of the press of bodies, gasping between wails, their eyes wide and clouded with panic. Blood was everywhere; the walls were spattered with them and the floor was pooling with it. The smell was the worst part, almost choking him where he stood, and yet it was that smell that brought back flashes of his past. Images in his head in quick succession of a burning tower, a clash of winged soldiers warring between pillars of dark smoke; and finally of a woman, dark haired and pale faced in a burning building, her body non-existant below the waist, his hands holding her close.

He realized the smell was the same, but on a grander scale; the smell of blood mixed in with the stench of piss and shit. Clearing his throat, he shook himself out of it. This was no time to be reminiscing about some old life he didn't even remember; he bent down and grabbed a pike and shoved it at a guard. [color=darkgray]"Give the dying a little mercy, won't you,"[/color] he said, then turned to another, [color=darkgray]"you. Gather as many of the guards as you can and bar the doors with the bodies. Stack them high."[/color]

The guard had gone pale and Lucivar realized those around were all looking at him now. 

[color=darkgray]"That's a fucking order!"[/color] He shouted then watched as the guards on the stairs descended. With a silent curse he started making his to the upper floor, walked into his rooms and put on a simple leather cuirass, tightening the straps as he walked back out, the leather sticking to the blood on his hands.

"The Court is ready for you, Lucivar."

He looked up and saw Andressa standing before him, still looking pristine and untouched, a part of him wishing he could at least wash a little before having to face the court. He gave her a nod and walked past her down the hall towards two wooden doors, guards standing on either side, one of them opening the door as he walked into a vast circular chamber with a long table in the centre.

[color=darkgray]"Remain seated,"[/color] he said as he saw they were about to get up, then took the chair at the head of the table. [color=darkgray]"Well, we're in a tight mess, aren't we just. I want to know, right off the bat, is the city salvageable? And do we have any allies, anywhere in this realm that can aide us?"[/color]