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[h3][color=fff79a]Guillan- Royal Complex Dungeons, [i]One day later[/i]..[/color][/h3][/center]

        [color=fff79a]A day had passed by, and the morning sun rose bright and high in the skies over the city. The air was balmy and it was still early. A clamoring could be heard from the stairwells, lots of them! It was the sounds of guards descending the stairs, their heavy armor clanking loudly as they did. It was still very dark deep in the depths of the keep where our party is held, shackled and awaiting judgement. The orange glow of torchlight could be seen first, and then Vallec was the first to round the corner. He was accompanied by 15 or so more guards, all bearing the armor of the [i]Royal Guard[/i]..

       [color=8dc73f][i]"Look lively you rotten mutts."[/i][/color] one of the guards barked as he rang his blackjack across the iron bars. [color=8dc73f]"lets be on with it, on yer feet. Approach the doors and face the walls.."[/color]

       They came to Y'vanna and Gail's cell first. Vallec leaned in close to the bars, sucking at his teeth for a moment before he spoke. "Turn and face the wall girl.."  he said pointing at Y'vanna. He turned to the one with the keys. [color=8dc73f]"Mind you keep an eye on this one, she's stubborn as a mule."[/color]. He took the keys from the guard and opened the door. The iron squealed as it swung open and Vallec and several guards entered. He stopped to face her and she met him with stern eyes. Another guard began to unshackle her and then Vallec turned his attentions to Gail. [color=8dc73f]"Not this one.. he stays."[/color] he said. Y'vanna was struck with a dumbfounded look. 

       [color=f7941d][i]"What do you mean he-"[/i][/color] she started loudly but was abruptly cut off. Vallec raised a hand and struck her across the face with it, the sound echoing down the corridor.

       [color=8dc73f]"He STAYS, is what I said girl."[/color] Vallec bellowed. [color=8dc73f]"If she says any more about it on the way up and help her to.. understand."[/color] he said as a cruel grin spread across his face. He then turned and stormed out of the say, speaking as he left. [color=8dc73f]"Make sure the others understand as well."[/color] his words thundered so that everyone could hear. Y'vanna looked to Gail who was just as scared and confused as she was, and he offered her no peace of mind either. She reached out as they pulled her from the cell, shackling her to a great chain. 
       The guards then went around and did the same to each one of the prisoners, locking them in to the same chain. They were then silently shuffled through various long corridors and stairwells, it was all very disorienting. It was more than likely meant to be, as to discourage anyone from future attempts to escape, [i]if they were lucky enough to avoid the gallows, that is.[/i] They had to stop every so often along the way as a guard would have to unlock each section as they went. It was all very redundant. As they ascended the stonework became more decorative and polished, embellished with fancy trim and moldings, and even ornate carvings and statues in some places. It was all very grand, but Y'vanna's thoughts were stuck with Gail. [i]Something strange was definitely going on..[/i]

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[h3]Great Hall/Throne Room, [i]Late Morning[/i][/h3][/center]

       It wasn't very long before they had reached the main level. The air was crisp and fresh, and the sweet smell of cloves and amber could be smelled wafting throughout the corridors, and it was quiet, reverently so. It was just a short walk off from the side to the main double doors of the great hall, a vast and open court that held the throne room at its end. A very grand scene indeed, if one wasn't in shackles. The floor consisted marble tiles were placed in ornate designs and polished to mirror perfection. Massive candelabras and huge chandeliers were everywhere, and the hall sparkled with light. Great silk tapestries hung from both sides of the hall, vibrant hues of red and gold stitching. Immaculate. There were guards in full suits of plate armor on nearly every pillar, and adjacently on each point of entry. They were intimidating and tall. Large men with halberds. These were far more sinister looking than the blackjacks and clubs of their present masters. These bits of steel were meant for lopping off heads, and the men looked more than willing to put them to their task. 
       The party is escorted in to a completely empty great hall, every sound echoing from the high vaulted ceiling, and the click of heels on the marble could be heard with each step taken. The only souls present other than themselves were the tinned guards and those who escorted them. The High King and Vallec could be seen down at the end conversing with one another. A set of wooden tables was strung across the room just below the raised throne area, well within talking distance. Several servants then came in and set each table with three chairs and three settings of quail's eggs, a Cornish hen, steamed carrots and potatoes, and a large flagon of wine and horns of mead for each place. A breakfast fit for kings it was. They poured their horns full and then returned from where they came in at. Also laid out upon the tables were everyone's personal gear that had been confiscated, neatly folded and placed in an orderly fashion, and six small heavy wooden chests. The smell of the food was more than enticing, after having been starved for some time.  The guards positioned everyone in front of the chairs and began to undo their chains then gathered them up and made their exit back the way they had came.  The High King's voice was startling but benevolent. 

       [color=8dc73f]"Please, sit."[/color]  he said, his voice warm but strong. [color=8dc73f]"Sit and eat. I am sorry for the delay but I wanted you all to be clearheaded.  So eat and replenish yourselves as I speak."[/color] He said waving off Vallec's will to continue his conversation. Vallec walked a short distance away before turning and standing at ease in waiting as the King took his seat on the high throne of the nines. The courtier was clearly put off at the sight of them, [i]and to feed them in the Great Hall, of all things? Ridiculous.[/i] The High King seemed to be in no great rush, and it was a most peculiar scene for the likes of petty criminals, [i]that was for certain[/i]. It was one thing to be at the very seat of power, but entirely another to be fed there..

       [color=8dc73f]"We will get to the business of this meeting in a moment. Please, eat something."[/color] the King said, waving for them to sit down and take a moment to fill their guts.[/color]
        
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