Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-5543592-20140404015608

Tullius, surprisingly fast, had made it to the throne room. He took in Emrey sitting on the Imperial throne.

"Emrey?"

"Yes?" Asked Emrey. Color had returned to his face and he was looking much better.

"The Crawler is destroyed, which I'm guessing was your team's doing.  The army vanished, which probably means that Curvos is dead."

"What happens now?" Asked Emrey.

"I need to get an Elder Council member here."

Sure enough, for reasons unknown, the Count of Chorrol (this is not me grasping at straws.  This is setting up for the sequel)  just happened to walk in.

"Afternoon, gentlemen." Said the Count.

Emrey looked very confused. "This is a war soon, ser Count." Said Emrey. "It's not safe."

"Ah, but General Tullius assures me it is.  Assemble your team.  We have riches to give and people to knight."

Emrey turned to look at Brighid. "Can you see if you can get everyone up here?" He whispered to her.