[Log] Rebirth Height 4, lunch time!

[offyougonow]

Characters: King Erasmus the Utterly Unhelpful Randomly Biased and his reluctant loyal subjects!
Open? To all!
Where: The throne room in Schwanheim Castle. And possibly also the dinning room if you're late.
When: Just before lunch!


The castle in Schwanheim has two throne rooms. One is the type you would expect in these settings, an insanely ornate, intricately decorated work of art with a huge throne and stained glass and shining floors that echo when you walk down them. It's designed to humble and amaze those who would come and seek an audience with the king. It's also the type that gets aired out and dusted once a week and before important dignitaries and other royalty come for official visits.

The throne room that the King is in is rather different. Rich wood paneling, a comfy cushioned throne, rugs that seem a shame to wear shoes on, well lit by windows, big enough to fit 200 people, but not so big that it feels empty when the king is sitting around with just his cloud of advisers and bodyguards, chatting conversationally with a small cluster of his subjects.

The queue of visitors is rather short today, so give the steward your name and any title you happen to have and have a seat in the comfortable chairs in the waiting area until you're called in.

Comments

[offyougonow]

Non at all.

"Well, I guess that's only to be expected. However, it's a good deal trickier sending you back than bringing you here, you do understand! Are you prepared to face that task?"

[goldeneyeball]

"What task? And why do you want me?" He jabbed a thumb at himself. "I got stuff to do back home. There's a little old lady in Hawksaw who isn't going to have any eggs to bake with this afternoon and it's all because of you."

[offyougonow]

"Surely you must be a great hero if your loss to your home would leave such a state of disarray!" It was said with such sincerity that it was nai impossible to tell if it was sarcasm or not.

[goldeneyeball]

...Was this guy for real? JW's face falls and his arms dangle slack by his sides.

"Buh." Very intelligent. He shook himself. "Fine, whatever, what do you want me to do? Kill a dragon? Find some ring? Get a kitten out of a tree?"

As much as he hated cats, he really hoped it was the kitten thing.

[offyougonow]

"You see, the great evil that's currently devouring the land is also getting in the way of our efforts to return people back home. The fastest way you can get back to your dreary life back home is to help find a way to stop that interference so we can get you right back where you were."

[goldeneyeball]

The great wizard of something or other's shoulders sagged.

"Oh."

That was...most certainly not a kitten.

He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. That headache had only gotten worse. "So, ah...what am I supposed to do about it? I can't...bake it away. I don't have a shotgun with me...I don't think."

He took a moment to look up his sleeves. The only things he had were the hat they'd given him and a button he'd picked up off the floor. Nope. No shotgun. Only disappointment.

"Yer honor, I think you mighta made a mistake...you won't cut my head off for sayin' that, will you?"

[offyougonow]

"Surely you must have some great power! You're a wizard, aren't you?" the King pointed out with a grin. "And never fear, beheading are saved for much more serious crimes."

"Like Ed's horrible caterwauling in the middle of the night the other day!" piped up one of the advisers in the back of the cloud, resulting in raucous laughter from both the king and the advisers.

[goldeneyeball]

"I...guess so." He held his arms out to show off the purple robes he'd been gifted with. "But I don't know anything about magic."

He stopped complaining when 'Ed' was mentioned. James swallowed hard. He didn't want to be like whoever Ed was. He liked his head right where it was!

[offyougonow]

"Well, you have the robes, don't you? Surely that's half the battle!" the king grinned cheerfully, not at all realizing that the jest had been taken seriously.

[goldeneyeball]

James just stood there awkwardly, regretting setting foot outside his door more and more.

Were the robes magic? He doubted it. They didn't feel very magic. And they were too short for him. Without excusing himself, the Wizard or Something turned and started trudging back the way he came. 8C He had some...books to read. He hoped there were large-print versions.