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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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.

The old man watches Carlsen suspiciously as he changed into these strange clothes. They contrasted greatly with the purple or white robes most of the guests had on.

Carlsen saw the old man, thanks the reflection from the glasses he wore. He noticed that the man had a rather suspicious look and is looking directly at him. He looked around, seeing the guests in purple and white colored clothes. He realized why the man would suspect him as some sort of an outcast. Carlsen nodded, not facing the old man. The weird symbol appeared out his right hand, changing the color of his whole outfit. Now he is wearing a white mage robe with gold and purple lapels, a black and white scarf and he turned his hat back into the Ace of Clubs it used to be. He’s still wearing the same mask and glasses, the symbol on his right hand disappeared as he walked furthur away from the old man.

The old man noticed as Carlsen changed his clothes again, evidently using magic. He was still suspicious, but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. He needed to tend to the Empress. He walked out of the ballroom, heading to where the Empress had been carried off.

Even though Carlsen walked away, he followed the old man with his glance. He noticed that the old man was going in the direction of the empress, he tapped the white part of his mask, turning him invisible and indetectable by any means. He walked towards the old man, hoping to follow him to the empress.

The old man walked through halls, occasionally teleporting short distances. He came to a room and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. Inside the room, Foxchild was holding Enderstorm in his arms on her bed. She was crying blue blood. The whole room was stained in blue blood, and a few things were smashed on the floor. Enderstorm and Foxchild were both covered in blue blood. The man went over and took the Empress’s hand, comforting her gently.

Carlsen is actually a man who respects other people’s privacy, but he had to use a spell his brother banned in order to enter the room. He muttered as silent as the winds “Torinukeru”… Carlsen’s invisible and undetectable body has now entered the room. The aesthetics of the room gave Carlsen more of a concerned feeling than a shocked feeling. He stood silently, watching what they were doing and are going to do soon.

“Are you okay, Endergirl?” The old man said ina raspy, warped voice. The Empress nodded her head weakly, and wiped at the blood and tears streaming from her eyes.
“Do you think you can go back down soon?” He asked gently. She nodded her head glumly.
“Don’t drink too much when you do. We have to leave for the Second Dimension tomorrow morning,” cautioned the old man.
“I’ll be okay, Father Wick,” she replied feebly, pulling away from Foxchild and sitting up. Foxchild absentmindedly stroked her blood-stained silver hair. She looked young and scared right now, the two men trying to comfort her as she cried silently.

Carlsen, in his “Phantom” form, he looked at the clock. Noticing that there’s not as much time as he thought before sunrise. His mission’s time limit is tomorrow before the empress leaves. He is now hesitating to “do his deed” in the locked room they’re in…

The Empress takes a deep breath and stands up, moving away from the two men. She opens the door and steps outside into the large hallway. She shifts into her black dragon form, silver spines rising from her back, her reptilian purple eyes now making much more sense.

Unexpectedly, Carlsen doesn’t follow the empress. Instead he stood inside the room, like he was waiting for everyone to leave.

Whilst waiting for them to exit the room, Carlsen looked around the room. He noticed something which made him smile. “There we have it, a good spot…” he thought to himself.

As Foxchild exited the room, followed by Father Wick, servants that were the same species as the guards teleported in and began cleaning the blood up. It would take a very long time, as there is a lot of blood.

Carlsen looked at them, knowing they can’t be much of problem. He touched the black part of his mask, releasing a strong sleeping gas that works on everyone except him, no matter what species they are. The gas itself has no color, but Carlsen can see how much he has released. Even though the mission is important to him, he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. (High amounts of this gas can cause high damage to the nervous and respiratory system)

The creatures breath in the gas, and drop to the ground, blood staining their pitch black skin. Purple dust rises from some who were just about to teleport.