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He beat her with that her purple eyes widend her soft fragile voice was low, "He has no part of this game. You want to play do it with me." She spoke standing up and turning from him looking at her men that had gatherd that stod waiting. "I want all of you to take the trash in this castle out. I want none of these men in my father's hall." She smiled and some of her men smiled there wephons had already out they leaped into action and looked back. "Your move."

( intersting plot here, Asami had heard of this at her temple and will not take action until I find a way to get in...for now, I'll read? )

((actually by now when the city was taken you would have been told by one of the guards since your temple is really close to the capital that there is a new king.))

"Yes i do, Illomeania's cult is done here as my father would have it." Her voice was very loud. "They poisoned my father! Your just king! Even if he was the son of Branwen it would make him a kin slayer! and now they wish to take the true child of Branwen! Will you let them or will you throw these demons out!" There was a loud cheer for men liked to fight for pride and for honor of things and even more for a loevly woman. ((I have to go to lunch back in a hour sorry))

During the course of the little hostile 'takeover', Alastor had the foresight to transport Argo, to a safer location within the city. Luckily enough, Alastor would soon be arriving at the castle after finishing what he had set out to do, after of course firm questioning by the old man. Silently he made his way in, pushing past the guards like they were paper in the wind. He could feel the winds of power brush up against his face and it made him feel alive again.

Soon enough he would follow the trail to Katherine and someone he had never seen before. Though since there was obviously a confrontation going on between them, the man in the chair was the one to blame. Alastor stood back and watched for deft movements.

Alastor took a few steps forward, a glint of hate towards the man. "You are one of Illomeanias. I can sense it. So tell me, what are you doing here? The Kingdom of Llyr is mine and mine alone. I'd figure she would tell one of her children." He said, a dark smile playing across his lips.

"Oh?" Alastor asked, a tone of agitation to his voice. "To think, even a Branwen would dare call me 'boy'. Well, listen to me, BOY." He said, stabbing a marble-esque looking dagger into the table that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "I have lived through more lifetimes then you and met the same kinds of people like you. Not once have I stopped feeling joy when I spilled their blood." Turning around, the dagger in the desk seemed to shatter like glass a dissipate into the air. There was a smile still on his face as he eyes passed Katherine.

"Out of all the Branwens, it is a surprise to see that even you don't know my name. I am Alastor. I'm sure your mother has told you who I am by now."