[ Autumn Planet, Floating Citadel: ]
*A couple of armored, elderly figures meet with General Kass*
Kass: *Now wears a black coat with three rows of silver buttons up the chest, fang-lined pauldrons capped by some kind of Medieval crests - Four split squares, two black, two white, and with the image of a tyrian purple bird of prey spreading its wings on the front. He still wears his tyrian purple sash, but has now added a black sabre with platinum filligree as a badge of office*
*The other two are just as inhuman as himself - The shorter of the two almost resembling a tyrannosaurus, with dark reddish-orange skin, glowing, ember-like orange eyes with slit black pupils, small barbels beside his nose, and black and silver armor with a long indigo cape. The other fellow resembles a deer, with copper fur covered in swirled beige lines, wavy, jawlength black hair and goatee, and cloven hooves for feet; he wears a longsleeve white tunic under a tyrian purple vest, pressed breeches, and large amounts of jewelry*
Kass: Viceroy Galgaroth, *Inclines head to the first* and Viceroy Ephdel. *Nods to the other* I'm so glad you could meet with me this fine evening. I apologize, but my men could not find our Lord Darigan. Until he returns, I'm afraid we must find a new leader - I, personally, suggest Advisor Alabreil. He's young, but - ...Would you like to speak on the matter, Galgaroth?
Galgaroth: *Face is darkening into crimson with rage* Blast the Advisor, blast Greendel, blast it all straight to hell!! *Rises to feet, pacing angrily, tail dragging* Greendel is in the optimal chance to strike at us, and the best leader we can conjure up to replace our brave, decisive Lord of forty-odd years is a snotnosed brat who can't even make up his mind on what to have with his blasted tea!!
Ephdel: Please, please, Viceroy, calm yourself. This is a place to decide a new leader peacefully. Although, if you don't think that Advisor Alabreil is up for the job, I think I know -
Galgaroth: Don't even start. I know you're in league with Kass. I've not served our ruling family for three generations, on the field of battle and in our Senate, for ankle biters like you two to think you can gnaw at the roots of our government and tear it up without me finding out. Whatever you'll have done with me, get it over with. I don't want to see what you blasted fools will do without Lord Darigan to keep your brash idiocy in check.
Ephdel: Now, Galgaroth, this is hardly the time for such words. General Kass is only doing what must be done to save our people. We must face it - Lord Darigan will not be returning from the Healing Mountains. We can only hope his sleep will be peaceful for the rest of his days. For now, if you take back what you've said, I'm sure that General Kass will let you continue your good work in his rule.
Kass: Hardly. *Clicks claws across each other, causing Ephdel's eyes to fly open from their half-closed state* Guards, have the remnant disposed of as you were briefed to do.
*Into the room barge heavily-armored figures, swiftly binding Galgaroth in heavy, black metal chains and tying a black cloth around his eyes*
Kass: Congratulations, Viceroy. You'll be the first in a long, long line of prestigious traitors to be cast out before the people. How they shall adore the man who rooted out so many infidels while our beloved Lord Darigan's life is ebbing away in some distant corner of the world.
Galgaroth: Live long and prosper, Lord Darigan. *Is kicked in the back, falling forward, and is then dragged out by the collar of his armor while still facedown*
Ephdel: ... *Face pales beneath fur* ...M...M'lord...Galgaroth...Galgaroth personally recommended that you be promoted to General...He...He stood up...For you...When...
Kass: Enough, Viceroy, unless you'd like to be thrown from the edge with him. *Calmly looks over at him* No, I rather thought you wouldn't. Galgaroth did not promote me for my own sakes, but because he knew I would be best for the Citadel. You are a spineless coward who will not oppose me, I'm sure you'll agree? Thus, so long as you pass all of my suggested motions and do not object to a word I say, I'll make you rich. Hm?
Ephdel: ...Y...Y...Yes, sir...Sh...Shall I...Get started on...Your propaganda...Campaign...G, G, G, General...?
Kass: Yes, yes. *Raises a claw to hold him from leaving* From now on, you shall call me Lord Kass.
Ephdel: *Shaking violently* Y...Of course, Lord Kass. Thy will be done.
*He leaves in a hurry, and can be heard wretching outside*
Kass: *Calmly takes a book off the table*
*Carefree, he begins to read*