Mirrors (Episode 1)

Radu, having left Rosie and Ruby back in the comfort of his guest quarters, meets with the other champions. "Hm. I do quite like the motif," he says, remarking on the decor around the doors.

Tajuri glides into the waiting foyer alone. She wears the briefest of sheer green garments to maintain the most minute of concessions to modesty. Clearly, she has very little in the way of that. Though, her near nudity is tastefully displayed. Intricate tribal tattoos embrace much of her exposed body. A billowy black cloak, stitched in gold and green hangs loosely over her shoulders and back. A lone dagger can be seen sheathed high on her left thigh, as well as a small pouch pending from a fine chain belt about her waist and hip.

She slows to a stop near the doors and crosses both arms under the slight swells of her breasts. "I guess it all comes down to this." She says aloud.

Lucian enters the area with Useless on his shoulder. The two of them seemed to tilt their heads at the same time when they saw the door. "Seems suitably ominous."

Radu steps forth and gently shoves at the doors, assuming them to open at his heed.

Keltos gives his robes a quick tug snapping out the morning wrinkles, Order restored he waits patiently at the door.

Kris and Blue quietly slip into the waiting room. The young Lady Amani leans against a wall and watches the others and the doors.

Killian arrives upon the scene ready for battle, wearing his adamantine armor and hefting a wicked greataxe nearly as long-hafted as he is tall. He gives the doors a look and grunts. "Let's get on with it!"

Radu is quick to discover that the doors are locked.

Natrix and Leh'veia are not far behind the Fire Goliath's entrance and the eight are finally all together once more.

"Hmph," Radu expresses, "Shut tight. Perhaps we are to wait. Or..." He steps forward and places an ear to the door then looks back. "Are any of you handy at bypassing such obstacles? This could perhaps be a test of sorts. I wouldn't put it past them."

Finally, as the eight Champions stand in the antechamber, they all hear the sound of something click and move inside the impressive doors. The doors slowly crack open inwards and a warm light pours out into the foyer from beyond them. Opening farther to allow entry, the eight quickly take note that the chamber in front of them is circular, with about a dozen comfortable throne-like chairs ringing the perimeter of the room.

"Come forth Champions of the Realms of Man." Booms the recognizable voice of Lord Orb.

Sallying forth, the eight stand in the center of the chamber. Around them are the faces of the Inner Council and assistants. Some of them are familiar. Others are yet to be identified.







(To Be Continued..Episode 2)