Member
Lord Zee
Vec
JFK
Fetzen
Thayr
BingTheWing
The warlock stood in his personal library, bent over a desk with all sorts of magical tomes lying open, each one full of a menagerie rare and forbidden secrets. Flipping through the pages in a lackadaisical attempt to find an interesting ritual to pass the time and put some of his blood slaves to use, he suddenly sensed an intrusion while simultaneously seeing a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. The Keeper spun to see That Which Consumes Peace, the demon having made the rather callous decision of teleporting into the Master's quarters uninvited. He was lucky that this was only the library. Had he teleported deeper in the Keeper's wing, near the dungeon heart, there would have been no words as a response from the Master. Only pain and the possibility of death.
The warlock snarled, "You try my patience, chaos demon, by intruding upon my quarters." The Master's eyes glowed with sadism and ire, foreshadowing some sort of horrific punishment. However, such a punishment never came, since That seemed to have at least had a purpose for his visit. He merely warned, "Do not make a habit of this."
Finally deigning to actually answer his minion's questions, he almost dismissively scoffed, "From what I have garnered so far, this Kingdom of Ardebit has no mere 'king'. Rather, they have the so-called Divine Emperor Reginaldus, the seventh of his name. The fool's dynasty has ruled this kingdom since its very founding some two centuries ago, as a small merchant town. Since then they have beaten back the other inhabitants of Ardebit and carved out quite the kingdom, it would seem."
His tone having turned mocking towards the end as he laughed at the humans, he continued, "Leonus, his family, and his heir are all secluded within their great fortress in the capital, never seen by the public except for once or twice a year when some drunkard claims to see them atop the battlements. Only the highest ranking officials of the kingdom advise this almighty Emperor or even see him in person. Presumably he does something to justify his absurdly luxurious treatment, though if he does rule it is through his subordinates. No commands ever come from the Emperor himself; a great web of bureaucrats, generals, and nobles issue out all the orders, though perhaps only in name.
Every petty noble and general in this abominable kingdom has his own coat of arms to display on flags, banners, and the uniforms of his men. The Emperor's seal and the national symbol is a yellow crescent moon on a field of black. But you waste my time with these questions. If this information is truly so important, then question the prisoners. This is their kingdom, after all. Now, begone from my study! I have research to do."
The warlock snarled, "You try my patience, chaos demon, by intruding upon my quarters." The Master's eyes glowed with sadism and ire, foreshadowing some sort of horrific punishment. However, such a punishment never came, since That seemed to have at least had a purpose for his visit. He merely warned, "Do not make a habit of this."
Finally deigning to actually answer his minion's questions, he almost dismissively scoffed, "From what I have garnered so far, this Kingdom of Ardebit has no mere 'king'. Rather, they have the so-called Divine Emperor Reginaldus, the seventh of his name. The fool's dynasty has ruled this kingdom since its very founding some two centuries ago, as a small merchant town. Since then they have beaten back the other inhabitants of Ardebit and carved out quite the kingdom, it would seem."
His tone having turned mocking towards the end as he laughed at the humans, he continued, "Leonus, his family, and his heir are all secluded within their great fortress in the capital, never seen by the public except for once or twice a year when some drunkard claims to see them atop the battlements. Only the highest ranking officials of the kingdom advise this almighty Emperor or even see him in person. Presumably he does something to justify his absurdly luxurious treatment, though if he does rule it is through his subordinates. No commands ever come from the Emperor himself; a great web of bureaucrats, generals, and nobles issue out all the orders, though perhaps only in name.
Every petty noble and general in this abominable kingdom has his own coat of arms to display on flags, banners, and the uniforms of his men. The Emperor's seal and the national symbol is a yellow crescent moon on a field of black. But you waste my time with these questions. If this information is truly so important, then question the prisoners. This is their kingdom, after all. Now, begone from my study! I have research to do."
