With a lot of the Nobles rumbling amongst themselves and accusing one another as to the one behind the crime of bringing them here against their will, Tala found himself growing rather bored and perhaps a little uneasy regarding the large crowd that had gathered... He was aware at least that these were members of numerous Noble Families, but until Lord Rhysian himself arrived, he would be at a loss for the true reasoning behind their gathering... At the end of the day, his attention had been drawn towards Kayl and Camilla's presence - having concluded they had relations within the room, he had pondered making a move towards them, but having been told to ready himself - and of course, knowing that any interaction with the pair would most likely result in the bombardment of questions he knew he had no confident answer to, the Shadowmancer decided it was best to remain stationary and Silent... At least until the black mist began to swirl once more...
As it formed over the centre of the room, Tala was almost certain that the Main Man himself was now making his arrival - the Elementor's ears twitched at the the sound of fragile objects shattering around them and his gaze would flit towards the windows as the curtains and shades struggled vigorously against their holds before settling back into place as the black mist shot out in all directions before dissipating to reveal Lord Rhysian and...
The shout of a name drew his attention towards Kayl before the Shadowmancer's gaze would lift towards a form that floated unmoving in the air beneath the Elder's feet... Having not expected the man to bring another with him, Tala's eyes would widen and he immediately felt his muscles tense as though to start forward... He however remained firmly in place - his movement only a flinch which was perhaps followed a light tap as one of his heels returned to the floor and he steadied himself once again... Tala recognised the female as a Graduate who had overseen one of his latest Elementor Lessons in the Diviner Classroom... A more memorable day had been when they'd climbed the desks at the back of the room and flown pieces of parchment fashioned into birds towards the front - It was in that lesson that for a brief moment, he'd perhaps forgotten about his worries and even enjoyed himself? But Kayl's movement drew his attention back to the scene and Tala would watch as the male darted across the Ballroom towards her, taking Lelyna in his arms as her body floated towards the ground... Perhaps this was why Baba told him to steel himself?
Rhysian's words settled the Elementor's mind as the man claimed she was merely resting...but what had put her into such a state to begin with? Did it have something to do with their sudden gathering? His mind was filled with so many questions, but his attention would once again divert towards the owners of the raised voices of those gathered, scrutinising their faces before the silky voice of Lord Rhysian started to perhaps explain the reasoning behind this unexpected gathering...?
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Philia's gaze was turned to the sound of a males voice that would call out in response to yet another person emerging from the strange mists, Rhysian himself. And just at the Court Mage's feet was presumably the "Lelyna" the boy was calling out to. The very same girl whome she'd witnessed visiting her Lord just before her exit from his Office earlier today. The woman would wonder what had went down after her departure... Although there was a noticable amount of time between that event and them all being transported. But what had occured was not for her to know. What mattered right this minute was keeping her mind focused and staying completely composed. Any analysis of the surroundings were to remain that, an analysis. Acknowledge it and move forward. Nothing more. Even as there appeared to be a couple of panicked individuals at the sight of the unconscious girl, Philia remained unmoved and watched them in silence from behind the elderly woman, Q'ara. In her head though, she was examining numerous details as the scene'd play out... The young girl for the most part did not seem to be harmed, at least not physically. She would consider some sort of mental damage if not for the Lords confirmation that she was fine.
Things now grew serious once the displays of power from Rhysian had put a few individuals in their place. He was finally addressing the entire room... Informing those present of his disappointment... His anger. Greed..? The Professor had to wonder just what exactly was she witnessing. Well, it certainly had her interest as well as her attention now. It appeared that all these nobles... This "council" were supposed to take part in maintaining Valors "former glory..." The "Meeting of the Twelve," all these key words were allowing the woman to slowly piece together what she was able.
Something started to returning to mind. His previous statement in the Office. "Three hundred years ago." A "shadow" of its "former glory." Could it be possible... If it were anybody else, I would call it impossible... Yet... Her eyes were locked in the direction of the Court Mage before them all. Possibilities were there... But which one was the most likely case? Were some of them even plausible? Her expression remained absolutely neutral and now her thoughts were telling her to save her thoughts for a later time... Last thing she should be doing is solving her own curiosities while she had a task to follow. That could wait... For a little while.
Lelyna awoke to a feeling of weightlessness all around her. She knew she wasn’t truly awake, more like she’d awoken into a dream. Looking around her, she didn’t see much aside from black, swirling mist, mist that she recognized as Rhysian’s. With that realization came her recent memories and Jesse’s. Lelyna remembered them clearly, as well as her confrontation with Rhysian. Everything, all the way up to the moment when he knocked her unconscious. That white-hot anger and hurt from his betray still burned deep, but there was also fear. She didn’t know what he’d done to her, but it wasn’t normal. She was aware, but she wasn’t awake. She could think freely but she couldn’t move. All around her was that mist, but she could hear muffled voices as well.
‘LELYNA!!!’
Her brother’s concerned tone echoed around her, reverberating off the space around her. It was like she was in a deep cave and things were echoing in before fading away. Swallowing hard, she felt her eyes sting with tears.
“KAYL!!!” Her voice, like Kayl’s echoed and reverberated. Her voice was answered by Kayl’s urgent tone as he said her name repeatedly. Wrapping her arms around herself she held tight and listened as Kayl and another man said her name and questioned what had happened. She didn’t know who the stranger’s voice was, but she listened intently anyway. Had he said her mother’s name? How odd…
Ears sharp, Lelyna closed her eyes and listened, only to hear Rhysian’s voice. He was making her rest? Somehow that didn’t seem to be the entire truth. No. He’d done something to her to prevent her from waking. But why? Because he didn’t want his secrets exposed? If that were the case then why hadnt he just killed her like everyone else?
“That’s far enough!” Rhysian’s booming voice and his tone made her shudder and her eyes open wide as his voice echoed around her. He seemed upset over something, but she couldn’t tell what. His next words alluded to the fact that whatever her physical state, Kayl was likely trying to get her away from the Court Mage. However, Rhysian was having none of it. Shaking her head, she covered her face with her hands and cried. She needed to get out of this! Wherever she was, it was a prison and she wouldn’t be held! But how could she escape…?
[ - Please note, Lelyna is still unconscious, but 'awake' in her mind - ]
Standing in silence Camilla would simply watch the scene unfold before her. With her father here she had to keep her distance from Kayl despite every fiber of her being wishing to be closer to him. For now, it seemed like things were on the verge of boiling over with all of the other nobles in the room already very stressed out and bickering amongst themselves. But soon that would all stop as the room began to swirl with that black mist once again. Gripping her spear she took a subtle battle stance and watched with sharp eyes. Once the mist had dissipated and Rhysian, one of the court mages from her school, had appeared she raised an eyebrow. What was he doing here? But Kayl's voice immediately cut through her thoughts as he shouted his secret sister name. She would watch as he ran to her. Her chest quickly rising and falling. What had this man done to her friend? Looking from Kayl and Lelyna to Rhysian she would glare. The urge to act irrationally was building in her chest. As Kayl took her in his arms and began looking for an escape she remained where she stood. But when Rhysian forced Kayl to the floor and Kayl's face took on that expression of fear that she hated, Camilla could no longer stand by and pretend she was okay.
" KAYL! " She would call out and dash to him. In seconds she was upon him and Lelyna. With one hand she touched his face whispering reassuring words to him. But before she could make promises she wouldn't be able to keep he was released. Seeing Kayl begin to move again gave her comfort. Moving around him, she would put herself between Rhysian and Kayl. " Stay behind me. " She would say confidently but her posture would reveal that she was anything but confident. This man, Rhysian was beyond anything anyone in this room had seen before. And what he did to Lord Kuevaal shortly after releasing Kayl set it in stone for her. This man was dangerous and they needed to escape. Camilla no longer cared what people thought of her display, she knew with every cell in her body that the man sitting before them could easily wipe out this entire room and probably not break a sweat. Maybe they could fight him and overwhelm him with numbers. But with that last display, it seemed highly unlikely. Once her father had started to speak, she was ripped away from her thoughts and brought back to the current situation. As her father spoke it was clear Rhysian had no intention of answering the Lord. Which was something you did not do to her father.
But Rhysian spoke. He spoke of them Disappointing him, failing him. That Gran Valor had become a shadow of its former self. What was this man talking about? The more he spoke the less she understood. Her father had never mentioned anything like this to her. But the more she thought about it the more she remembered that he had indeed mentioned this before. Not to her, but to her mother and a few other people during a meeting. She had been goofing off and not paying attention and simply deemed the information she was hearing as needless. But as Rhysian had finished she looked around her eyes wide, breathing quick. It didn't matter what happened next she wasn't going to let anything happen to Kayl or Lelyna. She'd rather die than see Kayl or Lelyna hurt or scared. She didn't think she had a snowball's chance in hell against Rhysian but if it came down to buying time for Kayl and Lelyna to escape then she'd happily throw her life away. But for now, the meeting of the twelve was getting ready to begin and even though she had no idea what that meant or what it would entail she was preparing herself for anything.
"Now that you’ve… returned…?" Lord Umbrawalker would say a bit apprehensively, his eyes narrowing with both caution, and curiosity. "Who are you?... Returned from what… exactly?" Umbrawalker asked while taking another step forward, his head turning slightly as he tried to piece together the already jumbled pieces that he had. "Hell!" Rhysian answered in a deep dark expression as he lifted his gaze to match Umbrawalkers. "If you were to believe your foolish ancestors anyway…" Rhysian would follow up before stepping forward once more, walking in between all of the families as he looked from one to the next. "Your foolish ancestors, who at the mere mention of my supposed demise, those who… at the height of their power, allowed their greed and lust for power to come between them, tearing them apart from the inside, fighting amongst each other for personal gain... how could they be so stupid?" Rhysian said powerfully at first, emphasizing every word before calming and speaking quietly at the last questioning bit. "The Old Families, the gathering of the Twelve… My old Council in Shadow… to think that the only true loyalty came from a Krea…" Rhysian would say with emphasis once more as his gaze would suddenly fall on Q’ara as she stood silently across the room.
"Krea?" "K-Krea?" "Krea?"
The name would echo out as Umbrawalker, Malxarra, and Eldyn De’Valaer immediately recognized the name. Looking at Q’ara as she stood firm, her eyes showing a matter-of-fact gaze as if she was looking down upon them all, suddenly, the meeting of the twelve reference would make sense, at least to those who knew the history, as the Krea was the twelfth family of old. Of course it would stand to reason why it was so surprising, since the Krea family were thought wiped off the face of Valor after the events of the Tenebraer massacres. For one to be standing before them in more than twenty years, after everything about them was gone, it was surprising to say the least. More and more, Rhysian’s words conveyed a knowledge and authority that none of them truly understood, and all of the lords present were becoming more and more uneasy. "To think it, a Krea, even more so then my own kin…" Rhysian would say while turning his gaze to Eldyn, causing both Eldyn and Rhoderick’s eyes to go wide with the implication. "You would dare?" Rhoderick suddenly yelled out while stomping forward in anger as Eldyn reached out to stop his brother. "You are not of my ho… ughrad!" Rhoderick would let out a strange gargle in the middle of his retort as his body suddenly lifted in the air as if he was being held up by his throat. Rhoderick would pull suddenly to Rhysian, floating directly in front of him as Rhysian stared into fearful eyes. "Do not fret, we’ll have much to discuss, you and I… in the meantime," Rhysian would say before waving his hand forward and pulling his gaze away from elder De’Valaer brother.
Suddenly, Rhoderick would go flying across the room, slamming into one of the columns on the other side of the ballroom before going completely unconscious and falling to the ground. Everyone in the room went completely silent at the sight, their nerves being tested as they looked upon Rhysian once more. Even Eldyn was speechless in that moment, his mind was elsewhere as he looked back at Rhysian with disbelief. ’It can’t be…’ He thought as all the rest of the room watched on cautiously. In their world, many of them had seen many powerful raiment’s in their time, but no one had ever seen anyone use magic so freely as this man did. None of the Lordships present were so foolish not to know that all of displays of power they had seen thus far were likely spells. But the way he so freely and effortlessly used them is what unnerved them all. Many spell casters they had met in the past had very limited magical ability outside of their own raiments, even the most powerful spell casters that any of them had met needed incantations and superior control over magic to be able to perform small simple spells. But this man, it was as if magic as a whole bent to his will. Was this his raiment? Was this something more? With these questions lining the back of their minds, none of them had the nerve to outright defy him. It was then, that the voice of the disgruntled old man would sound from the ground, and all of the Lords and Ladies present listened intently.
"M-meeting… g-gathering of the… twelve?..." Lord Kuevaal would huff out in between broken breaths as he pulled himself up to a somewhat crouching seated position after what had happened to him. "Council in Shadow?... W-what in the gods… are you on about…" He managed to say a bit more clearly as he finally caught his breath, looking up at Rhysian with much more cautious eyes. Capitalizing on the line of questions, Umbrawalker would also step forward, this time stepping right up to Rhysian, facing him directly as he started to speak. Seeing the Lord Marshal General suddenly charge at Rhysian however, the other Lords started to become anxious, so when Lord Umbrawalker was about to speak, Lady Caertyrne, one of the other Royal Court Mages present aside from Eldyn spoke up instead, cutting off Umbrawalkers advance. "Alright, you’ve got our attention…" Lady Caertyrne would bravely say, her voice stern, yet without malice or aggression. "You say we are the twelve, I do not dispute your words, but I wish to better understand them, you say we are here to remedy the greed of the past, to return our fair Valor to its former glory, how exactly are we to accomplish this, what would you have us do?"
At the Lady Caertyrne’s words, Rhysian would smirk smugly as he looked over his shoulder, returning her gaze briefly before facing forward and letting out just the slightest chuckled scoff. "It’s simple really, first we reestablish the power and influence this council once held, then we complete the very task that caused this council to lose its hold in the world in the first place. Lastly, we return our ‘Gran Valor’ to its rightful place as the leader of the known world," Rhysian would say in a matter of fact tone as he started to pace slowly around ballroom floor, looking from one noble Lord to the next as he spoke. Listening to Rhysian’s words, Umbrawalker couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at what he was hearing, which was conflicted by his own annoyance and anger at the situation that was unfolding. Although Umbrawalker didn’t like the arrogant display of power this Lord had imposed to ensure they listened, he was excited by the prospects and ideas brought forth by the man, since a lot of what he was saying fell in line with his own beliefs. Lord Umbrawalker had long felt that Valor had lost its place in the world, and so he couldn’t help but feel curious about this man, and about his words. When Rhysian spoke of completing a task before returning their home and kingdom to its rightful place, Umbrawalker felt compelled to ask. "What task?" He would ask curiously as he faced and followed Rhysian. Without missing a beat, Rhysian turned and faced Umbrawalker directly as he answered in an eerily dark and calm tone. "The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…"
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“The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…”
The words echoed in Daravin’s mind. The destruction of Trendel? So…this man…the Lord of this “Council of Shadow” wanted war. It was no secret that there were lords and ladies back home who would share the ambitions of this man and support him in a heartbeat. However, while Daravin found that man’s goals of re-establishing the council’s influence and weeding out the greed-ridden fools who plagued their great nation of Gran Valor, he wasn’t entirely convinced. While Daravin didn’t particularly like the smug grin the man wore on his face he still found himself wanting to hear the mysterious lord out. Daravin couldn’t put his finger on it exactly, but, something about this man made captured his interest greatly. He spoke with a voice that indicated a great and undeniable wisdom. And the way him held himself, a sense of authority and pride, with a gaze that burned with an unyielding conviction and resolve. For a split-second, it were as though the man were a mountain and everyone else in the room were the land on which it stood. What is more, he made mentions of the name “Krea”. While Daravin detected a hint of recognition in the other lords who repeated the phrase, Daravin himself found a sense of familiarity with the name. In all his reading back in the Royal Archives, he had encountered the family name Krea once or twice. But, this was strange, it was said the Krea's had been wiped out. To think that one still lived and was here, now. What is more, that they were once a member of the Old Valorian Council. It was...incredible to say the least.
Though, despite this information all of this was certainly very strange. There were many questions that were not being answered, though he suspected that the Lord had left them so intentionally. From the looks of it, no one in this room had any choice but to listen to the lord speak and that the lord expected them to accept whatever information he would disclose when he chose to disclose it. In truth, Daravin would’ve ordinarily taken great pleasure in humiliating a man like this, but, all the aforementioned qualities screamed that there was something different about this lord compared to all the others he had encounter. Hence, Daravin did not feel the same bitter hatred towards this man than he did to all the other arrogant fools he’d suffered the presence of while back in Valor.
Daravin had many questioned he wanted to ask the Lord, but, for now it was perhaps best to listen. Though in all honestly, Daravin found the Lord’s vague descriptions and answers slightly agitating. It was all well and good to outline what they would strive to accomplish, but how would they do it? The world had become a different place since the time Valor was in fact referred to as “Gran Valor”, and this Lord didn’t seem like the type to overlook such details. In any case, Daravin doubted that he would be listened too, as was typically the norm, so, he chose to remain silent. Hope the details would become clearer as events developed, furthermore, he hoped Elmund had learnt to keep his mouth shut.
Tala's gaze would switch from his classmates towards Rhysian as the Lord began to move from where he'd appeared. As he walked, he spoke of foolish ancestors and how, in the height of their power the Nobility had allowed their greed to tear apart bonds for nothing more than personal gain...that and their true loyalty had remained with one name in particular... The Shadowmancer recalled silently how Baba had given them her name shortly before the others had begun to arrive, told them they were of her house, of her kin - That they were Krea... There had to be some reasoning behind that motion, or maybe it was just a subtle attempt at unnerving those who now stared towards the little group?
His eyes once again flicked towards those who moved about the room - by now, Camilla had made her advance, placing herself between Lelyna and Kayl as though to protect them - not that she would be much of an obstacle should Rhysian truly wish to cause them harm... He admired the Enhancer's ability and strength, but Tala was almost certain that she alone stood no chance if she and Rhysian were to meet in opposition... The Shadowmancer's concerns for the female were shortly reinforced as he watched in a tensed silence as the Elder effortlessly dragged one of the lords before him - without even laying a finger upon the man - then cast him across the room like he were a toy...
Lord Rhoderick's impact and prompt fall into unconsciousness would cast the room into an uneasy silence, at least until one of the men - a Noble who had reacted to Kayl and Camilla's close appearance earlier - advanced towards Rhysian, meeting him almost eye to eye before a female voice spoke enquiringly... Tala would regard Lady with a slight curiosity, she sounded like one who had little patience for time wasters, but the fact she seemed to wish to negotiate was perhaps a step in the right direction? At least until Rhysian finally voiced the reason for their gathering...
There perhaps wasn't too much issue with returning this 'Gran Valor' to its rightful place as leader of the known world - there had always been a need for someone to rule so that deals could be made and treaties could be signed...but to bring forth "The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…" The Shadowmancer's eyes widened at the Elder's words, Tala had originated from Trendel - it had been his home growing up... Sure, the people hadn't necessarily treated him entirely fairly there, what with his Raiment being mistaken for something a whole lot more serious...but it sounded as though Rhysian was speaking of completely wiping the Kingdom out of existence...?
His mouth dropped open just a fraction, but the Shadowmancer would be swift to correct this and steadied himself, dropping his gaze to the ground as he listened to the reactions of the others within the room...
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Eldyn was powerless to stop his brother from being pulled toward Lord Rhysian, seemingly choked by an invisible force and thrown across the room, slamming into the column and collapsing onto the ground. Eyes wide, he subconsciously began to move between Rhysian and Kayl, stepping just beside Camilla as the situation unfolded. Eldyn didn't know if the girl that Kayl held in his arms was, in fact, his long lost daughter, but if it was, it was all the more reason to place himself between this mad man and his children. Gaze narrowing, he felt his chest constrict at Rhysian’s words.
"The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…"
War. This man, this powerful, likely crazy, man, wanted war with Trendel. It had taken years to broker peace with Trendel and to earn their trust after so many generations of death and destruction between their countries. But now, all their hard work was going to be thrown away on the whim of a man who claimed to be part of his family. Lord Baracus Dorne Brarlea was the only one who seemed to have the courage to speak up and question Rhysian’s declaration. “You want to restart the war between Valor and Trendel?” It was a simple question but there would be a very complicated answer attached to it. "No no no..." Rhysian would echo out as he faced Brarlea with a stern and deadly serious gaze. "...I want to wipe them off the face of Eoana!"
There were muted whispers all around. Some of the Lords and Ladies present looked afraid, aghast with the idea of them decimating a whole country on the whim of a stranger. Others had sparks of excitement in their eyes, others had greed. War was one thing - there would be a clear winner and loser - but taking over an entire country and reducing it to nothing meant spoils; land, wealth, titles, all of it would be for the taking.
Both Umbrawalker and Malxarra nearly dropped their jaws at Rhysian’s words. The two already had a bit of an understanding when it came to the past, especially of the secrets of the old council. So when Rhysian spoke of ridding them all of their longtime foes, Umbrawalker couldn’t help but let out an excited scoff. Stifling a smirk that came with his now pounding heart, Umbrawalker looked to Malxarra with narrowed eyes of disbelief, and a little bit of annoyance. What none had known, was that Lord Umbrawalker had his own ambitions already at play, slowly preparing for a reunion of the twelve in his own right. He had planned for many years how to proceed, how to speak with the other families when to advise and bring up the subject, and most of all, create relationships with them all so that he could eventually convince them to reform the old council. The only Lordship he had spoken with so far was Lord Malxarra, and luckily, his family had not rid themselves of the old knowledge. It didn’t take much to bring Malxarra into the sway. But now, with this powerful Lord before them bluntly speaking all of the things that Umbrawalker had in his heart, he didn’t know how to feel in this moment.
Lady Caertyrne sensed that she needed to tread carefully with Rhysian. If a man this powerful truly meant to decimate an entire country, then there was no telling [i[what else he could and would do - especially to those who opposed his ideas. “Forgive me, My Lord, if my words sound ignorant or naive, but, how would we go about decimating an entire country if not by going to war?” There was no way that Trendel wouldn't fight back, thus the assumption that there would be a resulting war. However, given Rhysian’s phrasing and contradiction of the earlier statement, he seemed to have another plan in mind. Unfortunately, Lady Caertyrne wouldn’t hear the words she was looking for, at least, not yet. With the only retorted rebuttals coming from the Nobles being questions as to how, and not any outright refusals or dismissals, Rhysian would take the lack of refusals as a step to move forward. "I take it you are all in then!?" He would say excitedly as he brought his hands up and started to rub his palms together in front of him. "Then let’s get this show on the road!!!" He would say as a spark of electricity jumped from his hands as he parted them. Stepping further into the center as the group of Nobles parted and stepped back.
Pushing his hands out in front of him, magical energy started to swirl and build. His hands started to turn black as a swirl of black mist formed and spread from his hands. The mist continued to build larger and larger, swirling about very much like it had when each and every person in the room was suddenly teleported here, and Rhysian pushed the swirling mist into the center of the room. As everyone watched on in both excitement and horror, they didn’t know what to think or do as Rhysian formed the large swirl of mist, and just as everyone was keeping their eyes planted firmly on the giant cloud of mist, Rhysian suddenly stepped forward and through it, completely disappearing from the room.
"Wha!?... Who are you!!! You dare to steal into the Royal Chambers!!! Guards!!! GUARDS!!!!" A voice started to echo out of the mist. Nearly all of the Noble Lords and Lady’s eyes went wide as all recognized the voice they heard. Before any of them could even respond, suddenly the King of Valor himself came suddenly through the mist, dragged firmly through the swirling black winds by Rhysian before being pushed firmly, stumbling backward before losing his footing, falling to the ground as he continued to scramble backward in fear. "What is this? Where am I?!" He would call out as he looked about in confusion seeing the faces of the twelve Noble Valorian families gathered around him while the swirling mist dissipated and disappeared from the room.
”Secret meetings?” The King growled low, slowly turning in a circle, his gaze roaming over each individual who was present. He recognized nearly all of their faces - there were only a scant few that were unknown to him, and they were mainly young men and women, and one elderly woman. Looking toward Lord Umbrawalker, his gaze narrowed dangerously. ”What is the meaning of this Nathaniel!?” The King asked as he stood to try and recompose himself. Instinctively, or rather, subconsciously, Umbrawalker lowered his head as he faced the King. "Your Majesty..." Was all that he was able to say before he was cut off completely by Rhysian. "Majesty? Highness? Oh, I don’t think so… at least, not anymore..." Rhysian would say while stepping ever so closer to the King once more, in his taunting, teasing, intimidating manner. "No it’s time to remove this puppet from the stage, time to clear out this faux family from the throne, to return the crown to its rightful place."
Eldyn was at a loss for all that was happening. the King of Valor, who’d been left in the Capital, was now in Eoana. The fact that Rhysian could essentially summon a man from thousands of miles away within seconds was mind-boggling. Looking towards his still unconscious elder brother, he clenched his fists. It wasn't that he was for decimating Trendel, no, he didn't think that would be right after the peace agreement had been negotiated and signed, but there was no telling what Rhysian would do to anyone who voiced an opinion against his own. The other Nobles couldn’t have been said to think anything different. All of them were still in shock from the mere fact that the King of Valor was standing before them, the King would while protected by thousands of troops back home was taken from his home at a mere whim, and brought here in an instant. Umbrawalker was completely in awe at what he was seeing. Malxarra had to mentally calm himself to keep his cool and prideful demeanor in spite of what was happening. Lady Caertyrne and Lord Brarlea were barely able to keep their breath as they both felt a lump in their throat at Rhysian’s words. What in the hells was going on!?
“This is a coup!" The King suddenly shouted out while looking from one Noble Lord to the next. “You’ve all gathered here with the intention to overthrow me?!" He never would have guessed that his loyal subjects would rise up against him. He knew damn well that there had been hard times in their past, but their Kingdom was prospering. There was finally peace! And yet these Noble Families of Valor, some of considerable rank and power, had gathered here in secret, to plot against him. To overthrow his family from their rightful place as Regent! “This is TREASON! YOU ARE ALL TRAITORS TO THE CROWN!”
"Foolish imp!" Rhysian would call out, interrupting the outburst of the King while stepping directly in front of him, facing him head-on as he looked down upon him. "Who do you think put the Warsongs on the Throne in the first place?!" Rhysian would sternly shout out as the King suddenly recoiled in both astonishment and disbelief. Unused to having his authority challenged in even the slightest way, he was the King, after all, he was well taken aback by Rhysian’s words and his implications. ”What?! Who do you think YOU ARE!? You have NO power here! No authority! I AM THE KING OF VALOR!" The King proudly proclaimed in the face of the fierce and dangerous Lord before him, garnering the courage to rightly proclaim his place amongst the crowd of villainy before him. His words, however, would only further darken and anger Lord Rhysian. "YOU are nothing but a PUPPET!" Rhysian would shout out fiercely as the King’s body was suddenly forced to his knees. The King couldn’t fight the sudden force that pressured his body down into the ground, forcing him to kneel before Rhysian as he looked down upon the denounced King. "An EMPTY figurehead meant to seduce and appease the masses while I continued to build up Gran Valor to LEAD this world. You are NOTHING unless I say so... and I say not!"
Feeling the very weight of this man’s power literally berating him to the ground, the King was barely able to lift his gaze as he looked up at the monstrous man before him, and at the mere mention of the name ‘Gran Valor’, the King would feel a deep pit in his stomach that he couldn’t shake. ”W-Who… W-Who are you!?"
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The sound of his beloved echoing through the hall as she ran to his side was both relieving and terrifying as Kayl looked up over his shoulder. The very moment he was brought to his knees must have been terrifying to Camilla, and he felt guilty the moment she charged to his side. As she positioned herself between Kayl and Rhysian, Kayl called out to her immediately. "I’m alright! Camilla, I’m alright. Just… heavy…" he said while catching his breath as the weight dragging him down lifted, releasing him from the hold. Seeing her so readily defend brought warmth to his soul, but the last thing he would do was let her face this. So when other Lords and Ladies started to speak up, questioning Rhysian and his motives, Kayl sighed deeply, believing them at least to be safe for the time being. "Camilla, help me," Kayl called out as he laid Lelyna down on the ground carefully, asking Camilla to help her make Lelyna as comfortable as possible. As the Nobles of Valor all spoke, and questioned. As Rhysian started to speak down to them all, Kayl and Camilla made Lelyna as comfortable as they could before looking back to the scene at hand.
The scene was intense, with even Lord Umbrawalker getting angry initially. It looked as though a fight could break out at any moment, and Kayl would ensure he was ready to protect Camilla and Lelyna if need be. If only he could get them both away from this place. But Rhysian was adamant about them staying, and Kayl couldn’t for the life of him understand why, until more about the Twelve Families started to be revealed. Looking around the room as the intense conversation carried on, Kayl really took note that all of the Heir apparent that were present together with the supposed Twelve Families. It wasn’t just the heads of the families that were here, but their Heirs as well. ’Was this why Lelyna was brought here as well? Rhysian knew about her too, right? But then, why were his cousins not present? Surely the Heirs of the De’Valaer family’s household were warranted here, right? ’ It was then that Kayl suddenly heard Rhysian’s words. His implication that he was, in fact, a De’Valaer. Kayl unlike his family had already met and known Rhysian’s name, though he did not know if it rang true. So when his uncle suddenly charged forward in angry retort, Kayl couldn’t believe his eyes what came next. As his uncle was flung across the room, Kayl’s eyes went wide with fear, and he looked upon Rhysian once more with narrowed suspicious eyes. Who in the hell was this man, and why did he half to bring Lelyna here? More questions, more and more questions would form, even as Rhysian vaguely spoke of his reason for summoning them all, for gathering them all. Then the daunting words that caused the entire room to freeze.
"The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…"
’WHAT!?’ Kayl would think as his gaze shot up to meet Rhysian. "What did he just say?" Kayl let out lightly as he looked to Camilla, his face now dreadful as he felt a pit deep in his stomach. "He wants to what?" Kayl’s expression took on a new pain altogether as he thought about all of the friends he had made at the academy. Many of whom were from Trendel, as well as across the world. Why? Why bring back such devastation? Standing then, Kayl could feel his anger rising, and as the talks went on Rhysian reconfirmed what he meant when he said complete and utter destruction. He wanted to wipe them off of the face the world. This made Kayl angry, but before he could take even a step towards Rhysian, Eldyn, his father placed his hand out across Kayl’s chest, stopping him from even moving. Looking up at his father, who he didn’t even notice had drawn close, he saw the fear in his eyes and knew there was more to this that Kayl could know. Eldyn was one of the most powerful figureheads in Valor, and many of the other Nobles in the room were powerful Nobles, both with a pen and a sword alike. Lord Umbrawalker was known to be one of the most powerful fighters in Valor, with a powerful raiment that made even his love Camilla subside. Yet none of them acted irrationally. All of them seemed to be waiting, biding their time, watching carefully. This was just how dangerous this man was, and all this from only the brief show of power he presented, until now. Just as Rhysian pushed the conversation forward, bringing his hands together and gathering magical energy, for the briefest moment his eyes fell upon Kayl, staring into him as if he knew that Kayl would defy him.
Suddenly, the conversation would stop altogether as Rhysian started to use his magic once more, building up another billow of mist and wind. In mere moments, Rhysian went from disappearing altogether, to returning to the Ballroom dragging the King of Valor himself through the mist. It was in this moment that Kayl truly understood, and his jaw dropped just as far as anyone else. The King was flabbergasted, as were all who were watching, both young and old alike, no one knew what to expect. As the conversation went on, Rhysian would start to reveal things that none in this room could guess. What in the world was he talking about? ’Puppet? Empty figurehead? Placed on the Throne?’ Kayl questioned in his thoughts as the King suddenly shouted back at Rhysian proclaiming his place, but that would last as the King was suddenly brought to his knees the same way that Kayl had fallen when he tried to leave with Lelyna. Kayl didn’t like where this was going, he knew this could only get worse, and at this moment, he thanked the gods that Lelyna was unconscious. As Rhysian towered over their ‘King’, the King looked up at Rhysian as asked the question that every Noble in this room had wanted to know since this meeting began, at that moment, Kayl too echoed out the words softly…
Stepping ever closer to the kneeling King as he fought desperately just to hold his head up, Rhysian briefly flashed a tauntingly devilish smirk before looking out at the rest of the Nobles whose eyes seem to be burning with the same question. "Ah, of course..." Rhysian would let out while before sighing lightly and looking back down at the King. "I have yet to introduce myself, how crass, it’s no wonder everyone keeps looking at me with such confusion," He would say with a light chuckle before pausing, a more serious expression forming on his face. "My name is Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer," Rhysian would say simply, with his stern expression growing more and more serious with each passing moment.
Again a soft murmur of Nobles mumbling with themselves would echo slightly as the Nobles looked around at each other, asking if anyone knew who he was, and if the name meant anything to them. The only ones not asking questions, the ones who knew more about the past, who studied their history and knew of Valor’s past stood in complete silence. Lord Eldyn De’Valaer, whose expression was of complete disbelief as he pushed on Kayl’s chest and stepped backward slowly at hearing the name. Lord Nathaniel Umbrawalker, and Lord Arlyn Malxarra, who had been looking further and further into the past of the Council of Shadow since their brief collusion just months before this summons. They and several of the Nobles such as Lady Caertyrne, Lord Brarlea, and Lady Krea all stood silent. As Rhysian spoke his name, the King himself looked up with dread in his eyes. "W-what? What d-did you say?" The King let out airily, with heavy despot breath. With his stern gaze locked on the King, Rhysian bent forward slightly as he spoke again with emphasis. "Rhysian… Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer. Of course, to all of you, it’s His Majesty, His Royal Highness LORD Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer... First Born and Father of House De’Valaer… Founder and First True King of Gran Soliciera, the Kingdom you all now know as Valor!"
This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t possible! Lord Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer. First King of Gran Sol. It couldn’t be. The real Rhysian De’Valaer was killed, dethroned as a disgraced tyrant nearly seven hundred years ago, at the crossroads that freed Gran Sol, and brought a new era to the Kingdom. It was then that the Warsongs took the throne, then that Gran Sol was renamed to Gran Valor, for the great and grand valor that the Kingdom’s soldiers held against such a King. Rhysian was something akin to a legend in the family, a ghost story. It just wasn’t physically possible that he was alive, in the here and now. This man had to be an imposter, someone who knew their family's history and was now working to con them all into believing he was someone he was not There was no other explanation for this.
"It’s not possible...you would have to be more than 700 years old!" Eldyn whispered without thinking, voicing his innermost thoughts when he meant for it to be something not said. The last thing he wanted to do was seem like he was going against this man. Regardless of who he was or wasn’t, he was dangerous. "Only 700? Think again, my son… What was Lord Rhysian De’Valaer’s most feared notoriety? Why had Gran Sol risen up against him? What was it that he was KNOWN for..." Rhysian would shout out with passion as his gaze fell to Eldyn, of his own family line. "Rhysian was said to have ruled over Gran Sol for nearly 600 years...He was rumored to be a God, or something akin to a demon. He was overthrown out of fear of his longevity, of what he was capable of...He was the [i[Immortal King.." Eldyn said in response, his eyes wide with fear, astonishment and a bit of wonder. Could this really be his Ancestor? Shaking his head a little, he didn't know what to believe, but he dared to question it. "Forgive me if this sounds juvenile, but how do we know that you are HIM? And not some charlatan claiming to be him?"
"And who would rise to disclaim my words… You?" Rhysian said calmly while pointing at his own family, before turning and pointing at others and continuing his words. "You? What about you?" He would say pointing from one of the lower Nobles to Lord Umbrawalker himself. "I am who I am, because I say I am, that is all you ever need to know, but I am nothing if not fair, do you wish to challenge my claim? Who amongst you would dare?"
Listening to the words brought forth, a majority of the Nobles present seemed to be unwilling or simply not caring to challenge Rhysian’s words. The greed and power promised at the hands of this Lord were too great, and the spoils of his endeavors too much to pass up. But there was one to break the silence, as Lord Umbrawalker stepped forward. "He is right, if you truly are who you say you are, then I, Lord Nathaniel Umbrawalker, of house Umbrawalker, would follow you to the ends of Eoana… IF you are who you say you are." Umbrawalker would say firmly stating his allegiance to the name and the true throne, but not necessarily to Rhysian. It was then that the King suddenly shouted ”I CHALLENGE YOUR CLAIM!" Rising to his full height, he glared at Rhysian with all the hate he could muster. His most loyal of subjects were betraying him at the mere idea that this man was the founding King of Valor. It was treason in it’s clearest form and he would not allow it! "Then make your move, come and make your challenge!!!" Rhysian would answer in kind, his voice echoing across the ballroom as he held his hands out at either side, welcoming the Kings advance.
The spectators stepped back as the two imposing men stood against one another. Every Lord and Lady present knew what the King’s raiment was and how destructive it could be. Thus, they weren't going to take any chances. The people who stood directly behind Rhysian shifted to either side, getting well out of harm's way as the King focused his power and raised one hand toward the windows facing the shining sun. Gaze locked on Rhysian, the King’s expression remained cold, imposing, angry as his body began to glow with the concentrated power of the sun. Shining like a God, like the King that he was, he focused that power around him, the heat and sheer intensity of it wavering his visage as the stood proud and formed a shining beam within his palms. Without hesitation or notice, The King forced that energy away from himself and directly at Rhysian.
All eyes would fall upon Rhysian now, as the large blast of thermal light fell upon him. But he did not move, as the large beam of powerfully blinding light shot straight at him, he didn’t falter, standing firm as he held his hands out as if welcoming a warm embrace. The beam struck him head on, tearing into his clothes and flesh, burning his body as it ripping into him, and tore a hole through the ballroom wall shooting out into the courtyard. None could see what was to become of Rhysian as the crazed beamed of light tore through him, and none could see anything until the light subsided. There still standing with his hands held out was Rhysian, burned beyond recognition, his clothes fused to his skin. At first, everyone thought he must have died where he stood, looking at such a scene until he moved. "Are... y-you satisfied..." Rhysian would say with a distorted broken voice at first, as he lowered his arms and took a step forward, causing everyone to gasp loudly. Even the King took a step back in sheer surprise. "Do… y-you n-now… under-s-ssstand?" Rhysian would say as he took another step, as his body started to glow lightly.
With every step he took, his skin started to heal, slowly returning to its natural form from the burnt charred visage they once saw. With every step towards the King, he slowly healed, his hair and skin regrowing and returning to its former state. As everyone watched in relative horror, suddenly Lady Caertyrne and Lord Brarlea gasped as Umbrawalker charged forward and drove his sword through Rhysian’s chest. The others followed suit as they watched on, fear settling on all of their faces as Rhysian turned his gaze to Umbrawalker, staring into his eyes as they healed right in front of him. Lord Umbrawalker’s eyes would show fear for the first time in his life, and he would let out a scream no man should ever make as he dropped to his knees in front of Rhysian. Many knew their Lord Marshal General and knew how nearly impervious he was to pain, given his powerful raiment. To see him now, kneeling before Rhysian screaming in agony as the walking corpse of a man slowly healed to prime form, it put the fear of the gods into all of them, not a soul could deny him now. Rhysian looked up at the King, who simply stared at him in disbelief, and completely ignored Umbrawalker, walking past him as his body continued to heal. Umbrawalker’s pain would finally subside, and he would drop to his hands and knees as he tried to catch his breath, his sword falling to the ground beside him. As Rhysian continued to walk forward, his clothing, now torn from his dead flesh, dropped to the floor and under his feet as his torn and dead burnt flesh renewed and regrew on his naked body, honed and toned to perfection until he healed completely, and was like new. Stepping directly in front of the King now, Rhysian looked into his eyes with deep malice and took only a single breath. "You call that power?"
Before the King could even say anything, Rhysian suddenly lifted both of his hands to either side, and the winds pushed and galed into a whirlwind that slowly compressed into a small twister, lifting the King into the air. Rhysian gave the slightest twist of his wrist and suddenly the moisture in the very air gathered within and formed a torrential storm that struck at the King as the winds continued to blow him across the room. Another small twist and the very rock and stone in the ground gathered and lifted from the ground, reaching into the torrential tornado and surrounding the King before melting into a fiery mass of molten lava that burned the King as it fell towards the ground. Rhysian slowly lowered his hands as he started to mutter something under his breath, and the very ground suddenly started to get very heavy, crushing everything within the now cooling molten rock, the Kings very armor started to crush against his body under the sheer pressure building within the zone as Rhysian took just one more deep breath. Letting the stone cool into solid rock once more, it held the King in place as Rhysian climbed its jagged edge and looked down upon the King, his eyes now glowing brilliantly the same color as the sun. "This is power." Rhysian would say as he lifted his hand into the air, and gathered the very same energy that the King had just gathered not moments before, and then aimed it at the King. In front of everyone present, Rhysian then unleashed a beam of light at the King, firing off the King’s own raiment back at him, shooting down into the stone that held him firm, burning the King with his own magic.
When all was said and done, the Ballroom dance floor was nothing short of a mess, with the Ballroom itself in slight shambles from the damage the King had made. As Rhysian stood looking down at the former King of Valor, he bent forward again, looking down at the sorry sight of a burnt and broken man, slowly dying in his melted golden armor, laying in the rubble of the Ballroom floor, or at least what was left of it. At that moment, Rhysian lifted his hand, and a very small wisp of mist formed dropping something into Rhysian’s hand. "By the way, the real Seal of the King, is made of Tungsten, lined with Gold and Orihalcon, not that gold and silver clumped imitation you keep in the castle..." Rhysian would say, legitimately stamping his claim as the True King before the Warsong imposter before holding his hand out towards him. The dying king would then let out a scream that could overwhelm Lord Umbrawalker’s, as his body slowly twisted and broke until the faux King was no more. Slowly, Rhysian’s body was covered in clothing that seemed to appear in thin air as small wisps of mist appeared here and there, until he was fully clothed with a brand new Noble wardrobe as he stepped back onto the unaffected grounds of the ballroom, overlooking all of the Nobles before letting out a slight sigh. "Anyone else?"
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Valorian Noble||Daravin Jacque’don Kuevaal [Where:] City Hall Ballroom [With:] Rhysian and Co. [Feeling:]…[Outfit:] As seen [OOC:]
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All the culminating events that were transpiring at such as rapid pace had left Daravin in a state of shock. He was completely still, his mind only screaming one thing. Everyone else around him seemed to fade from his own perception of reality as his mind could only ponder the truth…the overbearing, terrifying truth about the man who brought them here. In all his time studying and researching…he could never have prepared himself for this… The argument that had taken place between the lord and the newly arrived “King” hadn’t fazed him as his mind surged on it’s singular train of thought…
Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer…the Immortal King of Gran Soliciera…Daravin recognised the name…very much so…The man who ruled over Gran Soliciera for nearly 600 years…a King who was said to be a God among men…and the first of his name…the first born and progenitor to De’Valaer Family…the true royal bloodline of their nation. He couldn’t believe it…the King of Gran Soliciera stood before him as he lived and breathed? How? It…was impossible…it had to be! Immortality…didn’t exist…it couldn’t exist! Or at least…that what the fool he nearly became would have thought. The information recently stated was enough to…reawaken something with Daravin…some form of lost passion…a fire he once though long extinguished now burning so immensely. No…it wasn’t a lie. It couldn’t have been. Who would have the nerve…the sheer gal to tell such an outrageous lie as to proclaim themselves as the everlasting King of Gran Sol?!
A flash brought Daravin out of his thoughts, as the King had struck the Lord De’Valaer with his Raiment. The noble’s eyes widened as his gaze shot directly to the now burnt and deformed De’Valaer…who…moved…and…spoke! There was…no denying it. It was true…that blast from the King’s raiment would’ve killed any normal man. But this…this was the true Rhysian De’Valaer…this was the immortal King, now returned after nearly a thousand years.
This…was…real…
Daravin merely stared in a dumbfounded state as Rhysian brutally murdered the would-be King in front of them…with his own magic no less. In his state of utter disbelief…as he stared at the smouldering King…the murderer’s flesh becoming blackened with burns, his bloodcurdling scream echoing throughout the room…Daravin couldn’t help…but keep the small…barely noticeable grin from forming at the corner of his mouth. Such a vile, despicable fool…his screaming was music to the noble’s ears…
“Retribution comes when least expected…” Daravin thought to himself as he witnessed the pretender die in front of him, wishing the that the screaming had lasted just a little longer. “Now you can rot…you miserable waste of flesh.” He thought to himself once more, as he turned his gaze back to De’Valaer, who had proven himself the superior in the current situation. Now that one parasite had been dealt with, Daravin watched Rhysian eagerly, but not without caution…
Camilla was intent on watching Rhysian and the other nobles talk. She had her weapon at the ready and would die before she let anything happen to Kayl or Lelyna. With the display of power being flaunted before her, she was sure that would happen. Camilla had fought strong opponents before. Her father, being one of them. But this man was of a different caliber. He could do things that she had never in all of her life seen before. But all she cared about was protecting her beloved and his sister and if that meant giving her life then so be it. Hearing Kayl's voice she snapped her head towards him. Her confident facade gone. A look of worry and fright plain across her face. Touching his arm gently with her hand she was at a loss for words. Her mind was in fight or flight mode and the only thing anchoring her to the hear and now was Kayl. Upon his request, Camilla would lay her weapons down and aid Kayl in laying Lelyna down. Laying Lelyna's head in her lap Camilla would make sure her weapons were within arms reach. For now, she'd simply smile at Kayl and nod. She would make sure Lelyna was comfortable and safe.
Listening on to the adult's conversation she was shocked at the information that unfolded before them. Tala and Miss Philia were from some family known as the Krea? Then Kayl's uncle tossed around like a doll before all to see. It was too much. Or so she thought. That was until Rhysian's true motives came forward.
"The complete and utter destruction of Trendel…"
Camilla's eyes went wide. ' What did he say? ' She thought to herself. Camilla could feel herself trembling. She wanted to hurt this man. His stupid ambitions were going to kill millions of innocent people including her friends from school. But it wasn't just their destruction he sought. No, he sought to erase them from the face of the world. Camilla was shocked, so taken aback by the man's words that she just looked on in stunned silence. How could someone harbor so much hate and anger that he'd want to see the destruction of an entire civilization of people? But it got worse. Rhysian seemed to get excited when no one openly objected his plan. Instead, he disappeared after a dazzling display of magic, only to return moments later with the King of Valor himself, Mikhail's father. Her mind was straining to keep up. As the King began shouting treason and such Camilla only shook her head. He had no idea how bad the situation he now found himself in was.
As the King yelled at Rhysian the same Magic used on Kayl was now being used on the king. The King clearly powerless stop Rhysian's magic. Rhysian's words were sharp like a blade. Telling the King of Valor he was nothing more than a pawn, a fake King. A King of nothing. Struggling against the magic that forced him to kneel the King would question who Rhysian was. Seeming to remember he hadn't introduced himself yet Rhysian would introduce himself as Rhysian Fuerlain De’Valaer. The name meant nothing to her. She knew not of shadow councils and old Valor. But it was clear to her some of the Nobles did know this name and it was a name that seemed to strike fear into all who understood it. He went on to add titles, seemingly enjoying himself. ' Firstborn and Father of House De’Valaer, Founder and first true King of Gran Soliciera? What in gods name is he saying? ' She would think to herself. Nothing was making sense. Kayl's own father commented on this man's tales. It was established that Rhysian was older than everyone in the room combined. That he somehow was immortal. This scared Camilla beyond words. Death was the one thing that made everything in the world fair. We all died when it was time. Some sooner than others. But to transcend death...this man was no god, but some kind of monster.
Ignoring the ramblings of the other Nobles, Rhysian told them that he did not need to prove who he was. That he was who he was because he said so. Despite her fear, Camilla could relate to that. Shaking her head to rid herself of the ridiculous thought she watched on as the King himself Challenged Rhysian's claim. As they sized one another up and the King unleashed his raiment, Camilla would duck her head and look away while making sure to cover Lelyna with her body. As the blinding beam shot across the room and blew a hole in the wall while completely engulfing Rhysian. Once the light had begun to dim Camilla would raise her head and look towards the fight. What she saw caused her to raise her hands to her mouth and gasp audibly. Rhysian was completely burnt from head to toe. His clothes were burnt off or fused to his burnt flesh. But the most shocking and disgusting thing was that he was still alive. Walking towards the king as he began to regenerate he talked in a disgusting broken voice.
However, the most terrifying part was when her father collapsed screaming in pain. This was foreign to her. In all her life she had never seen her father hurt. She had never heard him scream in pain. She'd never seen anything like this. Part of his legacy was that he was impervious to attacks. So how had this happened? As Camilla watched her father, tears filled her eyes. If Lelyna wasn't in her lap she would have run over to her father. Camilla clenched her fist tightly, so much so that her nails had pierced her skin and her palms had begun to bleed. What Rhysian would do to the King was enough to silence any form of rebellion. He tossed the King about with magic she'd never seen before. Then covered him in what had to be molten lava. But to add insult to injury, Rhysian would strike the King with his own Raiment. Killing him. Lowering her head she closed her eyes, still crying and just sat there, fist shaking. There was nothing she could do and she hated it. All she could hope for was that this would be over and they could leave. She wanted to get as far away from here as possible.
Tala could only wonder whom Rhysian would be summoning as he drew forth that swirling mist once more, in silence, he watched the man disappear... The Lord's words regarding Wiping Trendel off the face of Eoana still a main focus in his mind... His eyes glazed somewhat as he continued to consider what that could entail before focusing once again as the Elder returned...dragging something behind him. The shouts from the individual prickled his skin as he screamed for his guards before demanding to know where he was...
Heterochromic eyes lifted towards Umbrawalker as he began to address the man as his Majesty, then flicked to the Elder himself as Rhysian spoke of removing this 'puppet' from its stage... The King's ireful shouts brought an ache to the Shadowmancer's head, but the Elementor tried his best to push the discomfort to the back of his mind before watching as the scene played out infront of them...
It was surprising to hear that the man was at least 700 years old...but then again, when he had first met the Elder back in that cabin inside Eoana Forest, the figure that was now standing before them had looked no different from that of a Corpse... Tala's mind continued to take in and mull over whatever he heard - of course, as he became lost in thought, there were pieces of the discussion that went unheard, but the Shadowmancer was swiftly dragged back to reality as the King once again raised his voice, challenging Rhysian's claim that he was who he was because he said he was so...
Tala watched as the King rose to his feet, rising tall to meet the Lord eye to eye as Rhysian answered his challenge - Although Tala had no idea what the King could muster, he cast a fleeting glance towards Baba and would move if she did the same before turning his attention back towards the pair as the King rose his hand towards the window - sheer hatred in the man's eyes as his body began to glow...
Tala barely had time to shield his eyes as the radiant beam shot towards the Elder who stood with his arms open wide as though to welcoming the light as it engulfed him... The sound of something crashing to the ground could be heard somewhere behind them, but only as the heat from the beam began to wane did the Shadowmancer bring his hand from his face and see what had become of the Lord...
It became apparent that the crash behind them had been the wall into the Courtyard exploding outward as the beam took out everything in its path...yet it was as he turned his gaze from the destruction caused by the assault that the Elementor swiftly felt a lump of something distasteful rise in his throat as his eyes fell upon the hissing vision that was the Elder... The scent of burning flesh almost made him retch, but it was as the 'corpse' began to speak, taking a step towards the King that the entire room drew a horrified gasp...This was clearly just a taste of Rhysian's Power - The fact the man had survived such a blast was one thing, but to visibly begin regenerating infront of the crowd as he walked so confidently towards the bringer of almost certain death plunged the room into a deathly silence...
"You call that power?" That tone... Tala watched as the Elder summoned a gale, lifting the King into the air before drawing the storm tight around him, the twister seemed to suck in all that it could before melting its contents around the man as it lowered him back towards the ground... The Shadowmancer couldn't tear his eyes away, watching as the molten rock solidified, holding the man in place before Rhysian spoke again...
Once again, Tala barely managed to shield his eyes...it would take the youth longer to bring his arm down this time - almost dreading what sight would befall him when he looked back at the scene... Choosing to avert his eyes, yet more than aware of the smouldering lump in the peripheral of his vision, Tala would focus his gaze upon Lord Rhysian as he spoke of a seal before forcing the dying King to scream out once more... Part of the youth wanted to run... He had been brought here without prior notice after all, dragged to witness this horror that had so easily extinguished the life of another...yet perhaps it was the fear of what could happen to him that rooted him to the spot?
Having now been affiliated with this Demon, Tala couldn't even begin to wonder how people would be feeling towards him... He wasn't certain, but as he looked across the faces of those gathered, his gaze singled out two particular individuals, his Classmates... once Allies... Who knew what Kayl and Camilla were thinking after what they'd just witnessed... It was the glint of tears trailing down the latter's face dropped the youth's gaze however...but for now there was nothing he could do...
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The sheer impact of everything that had just happened was almost too much to bear, as all of the Nobles stood speechless at everything they just saw and heard. As everyone stood unknowing of what to do, Varys did everything in his power not to vomit and to keep his hands from visibly shaking. All this time, he had tried to remain as the loyal servant of his Lordship, at least on the surface, but the more the scene rolled on, the more Rhysian brought all of the Nobles to his side, whether through greed, their lust for power, or the far more likely, straight up fear of crossing him, Varys knew that whatever was going to happen from here was going to challenge the very foundations of their morality. Looking over at the corpse of what was once their King, Varys was simply frozen in place, as were most of the Nobles present as they watched on in shock. This man, if he could even be called a man anymore, made them question everything they knew about the world, and none could dispute a single thing he had claimed. Just as Rhysian turned his gaze to them all, looking back over his shoulder after brutally slaughtering the King, all of the Nobles, one by one, slowly knelt. "Your Majesty," One would call out while slowly kneeling to the ground, then another, then another. One by one initially, and then in droves they all acknowledged him. From behind all of them, Lord Umbrawalker finally stood after managing to recompose himself, and slowly he stepped forward, past all of the Nobles until he was standing face to face with Rhysian once more. Taking a breath, he sized him up once more, and then like all the other, Lord Umbrawalker, proudest of the Nobles present, Lord Marshal General of Valor’s armies, knelt before Rhysian. After Lord Umbrawalkers acceptance and display, Lord Brarlea and Lady Caertyrne were among the last to hesitantly bow their heads, and Eldyn, descendant of the supposed Immortal King himself nodded slowly as he had to accept this truth.
For all that was said and done, Eldyn would finally accept the truth. Likely the only one in the room to have already had his suspicions of Rhysian’s identity aside from the Lady Krea, who already knew who he was, Eldyn didn’t want to believe it. But from the moment that Rhysian had arrived and spoke, Eldyn was frozen with disbelief. The knowledge of old, his family line, had always been passed down through the generations, and in his home were countless scriptures and teachings of every single generation of the heads of the De’Valaer name and household. The name in and of itself was already cemented in their history, but even then, the biggest indicator, was an old discarded portrait that Eldyn had found long ago. A portrait of the very man standing before them. After seeing everything that happened, literally watching Rhysian return whole from a state that surely would have killed any other. Eldyn knew in his heart he was not lying, and like every other Noble Lord before him, Eldyn knelt and bowed his head. "H-Highness,"
Looking around the room nervously, before his gaze fell upon the remains of the old King, Lord Kuevaal didn’t understand why no one was afraid of what he would do to them. Had Rhysian not claimed to be disappointed? Angry with the council as they were? After a moment, Kuevaal stepped forward, and started to speak. "Your Majesty, Your Grace… Please forgive us our boorish crass, we knew not what we did, or to whom we spoke..." Kuevaal suddenly spoke out while forcing himself to his knees, begging forgiveness of the Immortal King. "If you’ll spare us from sharing the puppet King’s fate, and grant us a chance to serve, I’m sure we..." Kuevaal started to plea but was cut off immediately by Rhysian, much to the dismay of the Royal Court Mages. "Spare you?" Rhysian would retort while looking down at the pathetic Noble before sighing and shaking his head. "What nonsense are you spouting… I said it before, didn’t I? That I intended to reestablish the power and influence this council once had, surely you must be mad to think that I’d summon you here and not make use of you," Rhysian would say while stepping ever closer to the Nobles as they all looked up at him with both curiosity and relief in their eyes.
Looking from one to the next, all of the Nobles passed glances at each other, unsure of where to go from here. Looking at one another and knowing they likely needed to take charge of their unruly group, the three Royal Court Mages, Lord Brarlea, Lady Caertyrne, and Lord De’Valaer stepped forward. "Surely, I speak for all of us when I say, we are at your service, Majesty..." Brarlea would say while nodding his head lightly before Lady Caertyrne continued their words. "Milord, what would you have us do?" Just as Lady Caertyrne was asking for his Royal Decree, Kuevaal would suddenly speak up again, as he tried desperately to seek their new Lord’s approval. As Brarlea and Caertyrne were speaking, Kuevaal’s gaze passed over the corpse of the puppet King, and an idea had sparked from the sight. "Majesty, I do not wish to intrude, but felt it wise to bring to light, w-what of the Warsong children?" Kuevaal would ask lightly, hoping that his council would incur favor, since he was bringing up an important issue, knowing that a change in succession could be challenged by those that many would consider the Kingdom’s ‘Heirs’. At the sheer words that came out of Kuevaal’s mouth, many Nobles gasped under their breath, but none would look so distressed then Varys. ’That blithering fool!’ Varys thought to himself as he clenched his fists tightly and looked to Rhysian.
Looking back at Kuevaal, Rhysian gave him a look that completely silenced the old Noble. But his words had rung true, and it wasn’t like Rhysian hadn’t already given it a thought. After a moment of silence, Rhysian looked up at the ceiling and let out a light sigh. "Simple enough..." Rhysian would say, matter of factly, before muttering more strange words under his breath. "Eman Visaj Demast Bhuul..." Rhysian would say as his eyes started to glow the same strange powerful aura as when he first appeared in the ballroom before them, floating in the sky like a god. With his gaze veering over to Kuevaal, he would speak again. "Avaste Warsong," Rhysian would say before looking around the room, his gaze piercing through them all as if he was looking for something elsewhere. After a moment, Rhysian brought his hand up in front of him and a swirl of mist started to form yet again, like it had for all of them. "Velos Noht Tymah..." Moments after his words were spoken, the mist would form, build, swirl, and disappear just as quick, and at the end of his hands, both the crown Prince, Mihkail Warsong, and the Princess of Valor, Catherine Warsong would appear. As the mist died down and dissipated, Rhysian would close his hand in the direction of the youth, and before they even had a chance to question what was happening, the two would be forced to the ground, feeling the same weight that Kayl, Kuevaal, and even the old King had felt earlier, as if their bodies weren’t there own, crushed under immense pressure. Seeing what Rhysian was doing, both Lord De’Valaer and Lady Caertyrne stepped forward, a distressed expression on their faces. "Mylord!!!" Lord De’Valaer would call out, "Mylord!" Lady Caertyrne would echo, "Surely there isn’t a need to..." But before she could say anything more, before any of them could, Caertyrne quickly found herself silenced, as Rhysian held his other hand up to shush her. Both Caertyrne and everyone present had no choice but to hold their tongue, and they all looked from Rhysian to the youth with a dark understanding, the decision had already been made. As the two youth were held in place, Rhysian would look to Kuevaal with narrowed eyes. "Well?" Rhysian would say before pulling out a blade and dropping it at Kuevaal’s feet.
As if to say, ’you started this’ Rhysian waited silently as he held the Prince and Princess in place. They were barely able to stifle normal breath and couldn’t speak or scream or move. With his gaze locked on Kuevaal, he tilted his head slightly as he gave him a look of expectancy. Looking around the room, Kuevaal’s gaze passed from one Noble to the next, as if he was trying to gauge what they were thinking. None of them envied the position Kuevaal was suddenly put into, and many of the Nobles didn’t know what to think of what was about to happen. Although they all knew that the remaining warsongs would likely constitute a threat of some kind, none of them actually thought about what that would mean. Slowly, Kuevaal bent down, leaning hard on his cane as he picked up the blade, and with everyone watching he stepped in front of Catherine first. Sheer fear covered her face, as without warning and without any knowledge of the days events she was suddenly teleported to this place, and held firmly in place so that she could not even ask or resist what was happening to her. To make matters worse, she was in the presence of Nobles from Valor that she knew and grew up with, all of whom stood by and watched as Lord Kuevaal approached her with the blade. Now looking upon the youth, everyone knew what was to come, and while some of the Nobles would clench their fists and hold their tongue, others would watch eagerly, unfazed by the death of an innocent. As Kuevaal stepped in close, in the distance, Catherine could see what remained of her father’s broken and twisted corpse, recognising him only by the armor that he wore. It was at this moment that she knew, although she didn’t know why, she knew that her life was forfeit. With the tears streaming down her face, she tried to be brave as Lord Kuevaal approached her. She tried her best to be strong in the face of death, like she imagined her father must have been. As Kuevaal looked down upon her, he took a breath, and thrust the blade into her chest, piercing her heart. A muffled scream would echo out as Rhysian’s hold on her released, and her body would hit the ground, blood slowly pouring out below her as she bled out.
Varys, Caertyrne, De’Valaer, and a few others turned their heads at the sight, standing firm while clenching fists and jaws alike. For those that would serve Rhysian, the decision had been made, and even if they didn’t necessarily agree with it, they had to follow. For other’s, like Varys, who despised everything that Rhysian represented, sheer fear and inability to do anything about it kept him at bay. As he watched the pour girl bleed out in front of him, he turned his gaze and fought to hold in the tears that would form in his eyes. Things were going to get worse before they got better, and Varys knew that there was nothing they could do to stop it, at least not now. Worried for his friends, worried for his people, he didn’t know what to do in this moment, nothing about Rhysian made sense, and he could see that at least some of the other Nobles shared this sentiment. Looking from one to the next, Varys could see how everything was affecting them, how some where filled with fear and sorrow, while others, disgusting as they were, found joy in the events at hand. Out of all the Nobles present however, the one that disgusted Varys the most, was the one that held the blade. After killing the young Princess, Kuevaal would immediately turn his gaze to Rhysian, who still held the Crown Prince firmly in place. Kuevaal, unlike the rest of the Nobles present, was a leech who was looking for a sign of approval, anything that showed that Rhysian was pleased. He was an insect that had already completely given up his pride, and looked to Rhysian like a god. As Kuevaal looked back at Rhysian, hoping to see some clue that he had garnered Rhysian’s favor, instead, he got a firm gaze from his ‘God’ that told him his work was not yet done. At that moment, Kuevaal took a breath, and stepped in front of Mikhail.
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Valorian Noble||Daravin Jacque’don Kuevaal [Where:] City Hall Ballroom [With:] Rhysian and Co. [Feeling:] Disgusted and Aggravated [Outfit:] As seen [OOC:]
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Daravin continued to watch as the nobles from all the present houses proclaim their loyalty to their rightful king. Daravin donned a somewhat amused expression as Elmund began to grovel and plead Rhysian for forgiveness and mercy. His insides were instantly filled with overwhelming disgust and loathing for the elder Kuevaal. “Tsk…how pathetic you are old man. You’re a stain on our house’s name…and a disgrace to our homeland…” As he thought this, he could feel the blood rushing through his veins, to the point here his hands began to twitch. However…he kept a level head, despite the rage his father ignited in him.
As he continued to listen, his father would mention the Warsong Children. Daravin had to stifle a chuckled at his father’s antics. He knew exactly what Elmund was doing, he’d seen in the old man try to pull the same trick countless times back in Valor. It was an attempt to garner favour from his Royal Majesty. He was not truly loyal, he merely wanted to save his own skin. Daravin’s eyes would move to Rhysian, as he responded by summoning the Warsong Children…and a sword presented to Elmund. Daravin’s couldn’t help his slight smile of disbelief as his father actually went through with the action of shoving the blade into the young Catherine Warsong’s heart. Daravin’s expression instantly became cold and his gaze dispassionate as he watched his…no…as he watched this maggot of a man kill a child to save himself.
Daravin remained silent, expressionless and unmoving. Looking around the room, he noticed some nobles remained unfazed, while others displayed heartache. He eyed Varys in particular, who was clearly doing his best to fight back tears. It was indeed unfortunate that this had come to pass…however…so long as the Warsong’s lived, they would prove an obstacle to the Council’s shared goal. Hence, there was no other choice. For the recreation of Gran Valor to come to fruition…the Warsongs had to be dealt with. That was simply the cold, hard truth of the situation. It was unfortunate for young Catherine and Mikhail…but…no great thing in this world…has ever been achieved without sacrifice.
With a lot of the Nobles rumbling amongst themselves and accusing one another as to the one behind the crime of bringing them here against their will, Tala found himself growing rather bored and perhaps a little uneasy regarding the large crowd that had gathered... He was aware at least that these were members of numerous Noble Families, but until Lord Rhysian himself arrived, he would be at a loss for the true reasoning behind their gathering... At the end of the day, his attention had been drawn towards Kayl and Camilla's presence - having concluded they had relations within the room, he had pondered making a move towards them, but having been told to ready himself - and of course, knowing that any interaction with the pair would most likely result in the bombardment of questions he knew he had no confident answer to, the Shadowmancer decided it was best to remain stationary and Silent... At least until the black mist began to swirl once more...
