The foyer of the keep was frozen solid, shock gripping the guests.
But this was no time for caution
, and Vecta was steady in her resolve. Electrical energy channeling through her body, she drew in the elements all around. The assassin charged forth, and so did her magic.
Arcane lightning split the ether before her and surged from her fingertips, arching forth and cracking so thunderously that the room shook, shuddering with residual energy! The man before her had become no more, in the blink of an eye rent into two halves and vaporized into a cloud of sanguine, a crimson splash pooling on the floor where his feet previously stood. Even the door behind him was blasted from its hinges, wooden splinters scattering across the ground.
It left the doorframe cracked, the walls smoldering and the air filled with static electricity.
The Empress fell.
Everyone around regardless of their titles and boundaries snapped to action.
This was no time for caution
.
The tomahawk was swiftly removed and a venom was discovered on its blade. And just as swiftly as it all happened, it ended. An anti-poison was administered, and for a moment it felt like everyone was whole.
For everyone's heroic, selfless actions acted upon despite any and all differences, the Empress immediately rewarded titles, lands and promises:
Duchess
Adria Calderon
of the Duchy of Camelot
,
Advisor
Julia Craven
of the Imperial Court of Kandarin
,
Head Chef
Rip Van Winkle
of the Imperial House Vekon
,
and for Queen-Apparent Karma of the Kingdom of Misthalin, an unbreakable promise and enforcement to the definition of her very name due to her actions,
that the Empire of Kandarin would aid them without question in the time of crisis
.
Concluding, the entourage made way for the safety of the Sunlit Hall, flanked by the Ardougne Levy in tow.
It was a glorious day.
