Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104052302

(Poor Boromir. Tearing up as I watch.)

Lorenzo looked up at Anwen, then back to the group. He rose from his seat and Jack stepped back a little ways, not wanting to cut the Emperor's throat on accident. "This is nothing short of treachery, girl! Do you hear me? This is utter madness!" he screamed, putting his hand on the hilt of a silver longsword.

"Take it or leave it, Emperor. You will either agree to the terms I have given or you will die where you stand. I'm sure the new Emperor will be much more agreeable, don't you think?" he asked, turning to the group for approval. Lorenzo shifted for a moment, then took his hand off his blade. "This once, you may threaten the Emperor and yet survive. But if you ever try something like this again, I will personally make sure you suffer a fate far worse than a headsman's axe," he promised. "Now go. I will deal with Cosimo," he said bitterly, shooting them all a hateful glance before turning to a desk and waving them away.

Jack arched an eyebrow and picked up the Scroll, shooting one last distasteful glare at Lorenzo. "If you betray us, we will return. I promise that you will perish like the pompous little fool you are. Now if you'll excuse us..." he said, turning for the door. He waved for the group to follow and began his descent down the stairs, secretly a little shocked that the Emperor gave in so easily. That couldn't be all, could it? Or was there something more? He decided to worry about it some other day and descended down the stone stairs.

"C'mon. We'll find a place to sleep, then set out to stop the Black Worm tomorrow. I doubt the guards will give us any more trouble, but if I tell you to duck into the shadows, you best follow my lead," he added as he trudged down the stairs, feeling as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders.