(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Vendetta]

Before there is any further replies, everyone's attention seems to turn back inside the ball room where several of the royal guards begin rushing out of the entrance.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Not catching Sonriks attention. He turns around against the noise. Rak wonders what the new problem could be, and walks into the crwod trying to get clear sight to the events taking all the attention of the crowd.


Spot +5
Gather information +8

 

[hafrogman]

Liam turns from the dwarf, distracted by the new arrivals. He watches the guards and waits to see what they do.

 

[Ferrix]

Odo eyes the royal guards suspiciously, he manuevers through the crowd of onlookers towards their direction.

 

[Knight Otu]

Sel'Tarien tries to join up with the rest of the group, asking if they saw anything. He keeps his eyes out for anything suspicious.

 

[Vendetta]

It isn't long before curiosity, at the least, draws your attention to the front doors and the royal guard moving through them. Soon, you hear a muffled shout, then even more shouting. You run to the front because there is definately something wrong now. Everyone makes their way through the front doors and on the walk before the hall stands a man, skinny and pale as if he has not eaten in a week, with pale, frazzled hair and wild eyes. Four guards hold him, trying to wrestle him to the ground but somehow, this wild man in tattered robes is able to resist them. He cries loudly into the night air. "The dragon whelps signal His coming!" he yells loudly as a fifth guard draws his sword and brings the pummel down upon his head. The frazzled man drops to his knees and is finally wrestled to the ground. He continues, shouding out as before, "The hand of evil is upon us! Fear the Black Hand, the traitorous arm of the dragon whelps. He is Returned! We are all doomed!"

 

[Bobitron]

Kale stands with hands loose at his sides with a confused expression on his face. Leaning over to Sel'Tarien, he voices his thoughts. "Wait... what is going on here? I'm not... what is he... what about the dead man?"

 

[taitzu52]

DM:[sblock]Detect Evil[/sblock]
Sonrik is whipping around left and right. Where are my friends? Who is this girl? I answered his question, why does Rak think I'm ignoring him?!?() He stares deeply at the man. He starts pressing closer, wondering if he is a herald of evil, or a crazed, but innocent sage of doom.

 

[Vendetta]

Sonrik[sblock]You detect no evil at all from the crazed man, in fact, you can almost sense a strong presence of a higher power in him[/sblock]

 

[taitzu52]

Sonrik moves closer and closer to the crazed man, in hopes to make sense of his words.