Slom figured the woman wasn't coming back when a half hour passed, he recieved the confirmation for his message almost fifteen minutes before and assumed she would come back to report and maybe ask for a reward but when she wouldn't come back he had to leave the room and prepare for the meeting.
Sharp pain coursed through his hand and arm when he touched the doorknob and he cursed, "damn you Novarre", he hissed in pain while pulling a healing potion from his inventory, "you can't be jealous of everyone I touch", gulping down the potion he fealt the cool healing magic running through his body "please open the door", he said flexing his fingers to test their agility.
The doorknob turned and the door swung halfway open, Slom knew where this was leading and dragged a couch to hold the dood when he left, "I promise to read you poetry tonight Novarre", he said while placing the chair "please don't kill my messanger", he swung his leg over the chair and jumped out from the room, "sorry Mona" he called when the door slammed and threw the chair that crashed into the room, "I'll make it up to you".
"Come on Novarre" he said from the other side, "you know I love you the same as ever", memories of a girl with rust red hair and matching lips, flying through fire and steel and destroying their enemies, he became emperor for her, conquering the seas and enslaving grounded kingdoms to create a haven where NPCs and Players could be free from the guilds and just play for fun, her dreams made real through his strength, she knew most of his secrets, but she was also the most jealous woman to ever log in the game.
Her death broke his heart, the hack worked just fine and for almost two hundred years they reigned supreme, but they were betrayed and lost her avatar, forcing her to become an inanimate object and she chose to be his protector, at first he thought it was a great lark, holding the keys to his life, as he held the keys to her heart but soon her jealousy could not be contained, moving out of the room was impossible as it was the only spawn point in the whole game for him and when he died he found himself locked in an empty room with just her.
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Summoning his lieutenants to the conference room Slom let go of the past, he needed to be sharp for this part, some of these people were Players, and most of them were NPCs, controlling this volatile keg of doom was his art and pleasure, for the past fifty years he ran around as the dignified emperor of the seas, but now it was time for a new game, thinking what he wanted to do he decided it was time to bash some lizard heads.
Sitting at the head of the conference room he looked at the people gathered around, noting to himself who was missing to deal with them later he finally spoke, "I have a few important announcements to make", at his words the room fell silent and they all turned to him, "It is my pleasure to meet you all in person for the first time", it was a simple known statement that everyone here knew what was coming "I am Robert Thiolin the fifth", he lowered his tone "my grandfather passed away last night and I will uphold his Legacy", some of the people seemed unhappy at the announcement "I studied the Emperor of the Seas for my whole life and I assure you that all the accords are to be kept without prejudice", he stared intently at one barrel chested NPC "that includes you and your ThunderCats Molly", he moved his gaze and stopped at a giant woman "and you too Debby" he drew out a book "if any of you want to pull out of the accords you may do so now or come to me at any time we are not at war", his eyes hardened "if any of you betray me I will come from the grave of eternity and destroy your Legacy", closing the book of accords he left it on the table.
"My other announcement is" a short pause for their attention "I will be declaring war on the lizards within the next five days", he scanned their reactions, "you may start spreading the rumors as usual", drawing out an ornate dagger "by the blood of old I speak", cutting his hand, "only when this hand touch the Kobold Crystal will peace come to the seas" he stabbed the dagger into the table down to its hilt and left the room that immediately filled with the hubbub of chatter and shouts of surprise mixed with cries for blood and war.