[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

[sorcerous]

"Loki," he tells the steward. "Liesmith. Silvertongue. And God of Mischief. And, as your king put it, the one with the odd sense of humor."

When he'd arrived, he'd felt empty. Every ounce of emotion drained out of him, expended in one burst like a star-nova in his fight with Thor. But this -- his quiet frustration, his anger is not gone. It lurks there still. He feels it, like seeing a dark shape flicker under murky water. There are demons buried in him that will not go away.

Perhaps it isn't the best idea to introduce himself this way. Perhaps he should attempt to portray himself as upright, honest, kind.

Like Thor?

No. Never. He will be Loki, or he will be no one.

[schrien_die_raben]

"Princess Rue," she announces, sweeping in wearing all of her royal finery, crown included. She objects to being seated at first, but seeing that the king is already speaking with someone else, she settles herself in on an ornate chair, looking peeved.

[goldeneyeball]

James had been skulking around the castle for the better part of the day. He was lost, hungry, cranky, and he felt a headache blooming right between his eyes. He eventually came to notice a line. Sometimes lines meant free things. If anything it would give him some clue as to what to do with himself in this place...or at least give him an outlet to complain to someone.

As he approached an eel of unease twisted in his stomach. The last time he'd stood in line he'd been zapped to the Land of Whatthefuckever. He wasn't entirely sure that wouldn't happen again.

"JW. Wizard or Something." he announced himself.