The decrepit old man sat upon the ancient throne, his attention consumed by the massive tome upon the large table within the dark chamber.
A knock came at the far door, the old man closed the book and beckoned his disturbance. A large grizzly man garbed in Obsidian plate and long red braided hair entered with a slight bow.
"Yes...Lord Rhenquist...?"
The old man frowns at the sight of the burly warrior
"Pardon me Lord Volja, The Emperor has called upon your services..."
"Of course that's why your here...what else would bring your undeserving carcass to my humble abode".
Rhenquist grimaced with aggravation, quickly replaced by a cheerful facade. The Warlord knew to bite his tongue, for the Emperor wished it. The old man stood from his throne, his robes reflected the colors of Varana.
"I'll leave at once Rhenquist, now begone..."
The Warlord bowed politely and closed the door behind himself. The plan was in motion.
((OOC knowledge, moreso a glimpse as to whats going on behind the scenes. use it loosely.))



