The throne room was musty, and the air was heavy with the exhaled breath of the loyal subjects and the court. The Emperor himself was taking heavy breaths. "Next!" Rings the sound of the chamberlain. A tall Vyterr saunters in. Dressed like a peasant but with the confidence of a king walked down the hall up till the guards let him. He didn't say a word, but he smiled, then laughed a haunting laugh, that echoed in the hall. It was a split second, the time it took everyone to glance around, like if they could see where the sounds bounced off the walls. The laughter was accompanied by a sickly gurgling. It was the Emperor, coughing up blood. The stranger standing with sword in hand walks around. The crowd backs away; silent from the shock of it all. "I have some ideas, as to what is going to happen." He casually flipped the dripping sword on his shoulder. "One; unlikely but I get attacked. (cont)