forum Empress Enderstorm’s Party (Character Chat, me ain’t no complex storyline but you will get hints of things that happen in the actual book I’m writing)

Started March 11, 2019 by @Darkblossom group

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Foxchild whispered to Solstice.
“She’s just a little drunk.”

“Oh…so did I make a mistake by giving the drink to her? I’m sorry.” Solstice murmured looking down at her dress

Foxchild shook his head as Enderstorm went off to speak to someone else.
“No, she would get drunk anyway. That’s her way of dealing with her problems. Im Foxchild, by the way.”

She looked back up, “Okay. Nice to meet you Foxchild I’m Solstice

Foxchild opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as a shrill shriek sounded throughout the room. Behind Solstice Empress Enderstorm was shaking, slowly stumbling into Foxchild’s arms. Blue blood is pouring out of her ears and nose, and streaming down her face in tears. Foxchild curses under his breath and pulls her toward a door, quicky exiting the room. A few moments later, you hear a muffled roar from somewhere else in the palace.

A humanoid figure flew down appearing in front of the main entrance. He wears a half black and half white mask, only the top half of his face is present through the mask. As he continues to walk towards the ballroom, he looks down as the invitation card while his wings disappear. He has now entered the ballroom.

Stumbling forward from the crowd, a man donned in a dark blue suit with golden lapels ran towards the doors the empress had been evacuated from. As the guards stopped his ascent, he yelled out, still pushing to reach the doors. "Can't you see, you fools? Your empress is in trouble! You must let me through-" he shoved a guard away and tried again to reach the doors- "I am a mage! If she is cursed then I may be able to help her." His eyes flashed with panic as he was dragged further from the doors, back towards the party.

As the mage was pushed away, the masked man tapped on the white part of his mask, turning him invisible. While the guards and the crowd were distracted, he stepped passed the doors, heading towards the spirit energy of the empress…but the mage noticed him.

"You, fellow!" the mage yelled out to the masked man, attempting to grab his attention. "You seem to be a fellow magician. Tell them to unhand me at once!" The guards followed his gaze and saw nothing but open air. The mage used their distraction to force through, sprinting passed the door's threshold and slamming them shut behind him. Clapping his hands together once, he creased his eyebrows in concentration and muttered, "cincinno". Turning, he searched the long hallway for the invisible masked man.

The masked man leaped down from the ceiling, landing on his feet in front of the mage. Bowing down once, he said in a clear voice “Greetings Fellow Magic User”. Not a second after he finished his sentence, he held his right hand up towards the large doors, locking them with seemingly unbreakable and invisible chains that only he and other magic users can see. “You are going to the empress as well, am I right?” He asked the mage while tapping the black part of his mask.

The mage recovered from his shock and coughed, a red tint beginning to form over his cheeks and ears. "Why yes, I suppose so." Straitening his posture, he lifted his chin and raised a gloved hand to shake. "Endan Randrat. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

The masked man lowered his mask, now his face is fully visible. He has a rather very young face compared to an average mage. “Carlsen Faltur, pleasure to meet you” he said as he shook Endan’s hand.

Screams still raged through the hallways. The guards teleported in a puff of purple dust in front of the to men.
“No one is to go to the Empress right now. Please return to the party. She most likely be back soon.” The guard spoke in a strange, warped accent, struggling to master the tongue of the strangers. All four guards gently herded the men towards the door.

Endan glared back at the guards but chose not to argue, their gentleness catching him off guard.

After getting herded out, Carlsen looked around the party and his invitation letter. He looked at Endan, asking him “Were you given one of these as well?” He seemed to suspect something was not right about the letters.

The screams became fainter after a few minutes, before eventually stopping. Many of the guests looked worried, and one or two left the party.

Endan's brow creased at the quiet. "Now that you mention it…" he reached into his pocket and retrieved a neatly folded invitation. "I did, and quite recently too. I found it quite odd that they were received to us so late, though I suppose the palace is quite busy."

Carlsen looked at Enden, looking somewhat concerned. “Did you also receive something else? Something that came with it?” He asked clearly like he received something else with the letter. While waiting for the answer, Carlsen looked at the doors that voices of the empress came from, pulling his mask back to its original position.

(can i join ples)

(Yes you can join. Your character can either be a late comer (anyone can attend it’s not really by invitation) or already in the party)

A guard stepped up to the two mages, a long, black spear strapped to his back.
“Sirs, we have to search you for weapons. It’s just protocol as you attempted to breach security. Please come with us.” Two more guards teleport around the mages and lead behind a curtain, and start patting them down, looking for concealed weapons.

While being searched by the guards, Carlsen looked calm as he is sure that he would not be captured, for he has possession of no such “weapons”. (Carlsen’s personal weapon isn’t in its real form, but it is indeed on his body…somewhere)

The guards are searching half heartedly, and quickly leave, teleporting away and back into the main room. The curtain is still blocking the two mages from view.

Not waiting for Endan, Carlsen walked out of the curtains. His phone rang, he then walked out of the ballroom to answer the call. After sometime of silence of him listening to the other person, he replied “Yes, I still haven’t forgotten what I’m here to do…either I’m going back with ‘it’ or you’ll get a one of a lifetime chance to see me fail a mission……which is unlikely…” While on the call, he looked around like he was studying the structure of the place he was in. “There is a rather nice…escape route here…the guards are unlikely to find me if I do end up going that way……hm? Oh, right. The guards here are somewhat of magic users……smog…yes, they, in some manner, teleport around…that’s it.” He then hung up the call and returned to the ballroom, smiling behind his mask.

A man that was the same species as the guards was walking calmly through the hallway near Carlsen. He did not have any armor on, and walked very slowly, almost limping. If you look closely, you will notice that his black skin is extremely wrinkled, and he looks very frail, as if he was very old, though he has no hair to help prove this. He stopped as he came closer to the mage, looking at him suspiciously.
“Why are you out here?” He says, gesturing toward the door that led back into the ballroom. A guard had come up and stood by the door, watching Carlsen.

He sighed, “Inside is just too crowded, I’m out here to get some fresh air” he said to the man. His left hand is inside his pocket, his right hand is fidgeting with a deck of cards. “I’ll be going inside now; you should do so too, it’s much colder than I’d thought” he said to the man. Noticing the guard, Carlsen tightened his mask as he was walking so the guard won’t see his face fully. He walked into the ballroom, got a drink from the vast array and stood near the main entrance.

As Carlsen finished his drink, he shuffled the deck of cards he held. Grabbing out the Ace of Spades, he squeezed it and it turned into a black coat, covering his own body. He then grabbed out the Ace of Clubs and turned it into a hat with the same process. He put his mask back on, loosening it a little. He proceeds to grab the empty glass he had and turned it into a pair of glasses using the same process as the cards. Now, he can be found standing by the entrance to the ballroom.