War of Emperium

The Kings Court

Altair jumped on his feet and looked around sheepishly at the throng of people looking at them. Knowing it was such an embarrassing situation, he cleared his throat and readied to make an excuse.

"Ehrmpah, well, I think weerr, have been messy." He said, shooting a cautious look at Sibyl and Theodoric.

"Okay, people, clear up! Clear up this is nothing!"

The crowd dispersed, but many were still shooting puzzled looks at Theodoric and Sibyl, whose faces were very red with shame. Signy straightened up and wiped the blood away from her forehead. Wealthow was getting ready to perform a Sanctuary, and Nerva was less than pleased. He was also cursing under his breath.

"Sanctuary!"

They all healed at the same time. Unfortunately, Wealthow was unable to clean up Theodoric and Sibyl. Altair hated to think what the murky brown stuff was.

"It's no longer there." Nerva told himself as he stood up, looking around.

"Its no longer there, that's why it doesn't hurt anymore. But where is it?"

"I need to find a bath." Theodoric said, his hair dripping with muck.

"Excuse me"

He left, Sibyl at his heels. Wealthow was busy tending Altair and Signy. Nerva was sitting by the fountain, quiet as a statue. A nearby guard who saw them pop out of the Warp Portal quickly reported to his officer, who brought word to the Kings throne in the castle.

King Tristriam IV was having a major conference with his vassals then. The Count of Al de Baran was discussing the problem of his fief to the king, about how he used to have a thriving state and then, all of a sudden, everyone vanishes. The Duchess of Glast Heim was doing the same too, she was bemoaning the continued pestilence of the Undead in her rich lands. The king already had his face buried in his hands with frustration when the doors opened and the captain went inside.

"Majesty, Firnheild has just arrived from Byalan Island."

The King rose from his throne, his eyes suddenly bright. "Summon Wealthow Eyre at my presence at once, and tell her to bring Nerva al'Thor with her!"

The people in the throne room went quiet. Sir Tiberius Thor, Nervas father, was quickly on his feet, his face paper-white. The High Elder of Geffen gritted his teeth.

"Right away, sir." The captain bowed before leaving.

"What is the meaning of this, Tristriam?" Caliph Harun al-Rashid of Morroc demanded.

"You sent for a madman to take part in this mission?"

Sir Tiberius hand tightened on his swords hilt.

"I can explain, my lords and ladies." Tristriam said, gesturing for the people inside to settle down and allow him to talk.

"I have valid reasons for keeping this news from you."

"And we would like to hear that!" the High Elder barked.

"Have you got any idea on how dangerous Nerva al'Thor is?"

"This is treason, Tristriam!"

"Madness!"

The king rolled his eyes. "Shut up and let me talk, please."

They fell silent.

"I have granted Nerva a full parole." He began.

"Preposterous!" said Cassius, Count of Alberta.

"You're mad!" Rand yll Dinn of Payon blurted out.

Tristriam waited for the protests to die down. He cleared his throat and proceeded.