Shadowstorm Imperium
22-05-2005, 01:35
A knock on his bedroom door awoke Roberto from his slumber. He opened his eyes and looked at the gold-plated grandfather clock that stood against a nearby wall. It was hours before he normally got up.
"You had better have a good reason for waking me up this early!" he shouted toward the door.
"My lord", a nervous voice replied. "His Grace, the King's brother is here to see you".
Roberto's sleepiness left him and he quickly got out of bed, dressing himself telekinetically as he had become accustomed to in the years since his psionic powers awoke. Without delay, he opened his door and walked out into the corridor. His servant, a large humanoid that stood almost two feet taller than him, was still outside.
"He's in the entrance hall, my lord", the servant informed him.
Roberto floated down to the entrance hall, as he often did, being too impatient to walk. In the hall stood Atanracnad, brother of the king. Servants stood around him nervously, intimidated as always by the giant, muscular creature.
"My lord", Roberto called out, floating into the room. "You wish to speak with me?"
"Yes", Atanracnad replied, his deep voice sending shivers down the servants' spines. "Your servants will leave now". The servants exited the room quickly and quietly.
"In approximately one month, it shall have been twenty-one Niogoul-Maeromirplin years since the day of your birth. To commemorate the event, you shall hold a social gathering with important figures from other nations. This shall be a good opportunity for you to gain ambassadorial experience."
Roberto interjected. "With all due respect, my lord, what is special about twenty-one years passing since my birth?"
"Nothing whatsoever", Atanracnad answered. "But it customary for large social gatherings to celebrate something. A Birthday is a good choice since it has no political connotations."
"Very well, my lord". Roberto tried to hide his anxiety, social situations being far from his forte.
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One month later, Roberto waited in the large hall in which the party was to take place. The first guests would soon be arriving. Invitations had been sent out to all non-hostile nations, and preparations had been made. Guests might be arriving by portal, should they be magically inclined, or by spacecraft if they were technologically advanced. If Roberto could get some allies for Niogoul-Maeromirpli his king would be very pleased. Roberto feared no enemy, but he was certainly nervous now.
OOC: For more information about Roberto, see the NSWiki entry (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Roberto_Psionis). Note that the information presented therein would not be known to your characters though.
"You had better have a good reason for waking me up this early!" he shouted toward the door.
"My lord", a nervous voice replied. "His Grace, the King's brother is here to see you".
Roberto's sleepiness left him and he quickly got out of bed, dressing himself telekinetically as he had become accustomed to in the years since his psionic powers awoke. Without delay, he opened his door and walked out into the corridor. His servant, a large humanoid that stood almost two feet taller than him, was still outside.
"He's in the entrance hall, my lord", the servant informed him.
Roberto floated down to the entrance hall, as he often did, being too impatient to walk. In the hall stood Atanracnad, brother of the king. Servants stood around him nervously, intimidated as always by the giant, muscular creature.
"My lord", Roberto called out, floating into the room. "You wish to speak with me?"
"Yes", Atanracnad replied, his deep voice sending shivers down the servants' spines. "Your servants will leave now". The servants exited the room quickly and quietly.
"In approximately one month, it shall have been twenty-one Niogoul-Maeromirplin years since the day of your birth. To commemorate the event, you shall hold a social gathering with important figures from other nations. This shall be a good opportunity for you to gain ambassadorial experience."
Roberto interjected. "With all due respect, my lord, what is special about twenty-one years passing since my birth?"
"Nothing whatsoever", Atanracnad answered. "But it customary for large social gatherings to celebrate something. A Birthday is a good choice since it has no political connotations."
"Very well, my lord". Roberto tried to hide his anxiety, social situations being far from his forte.
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One month later, Roberto waited in the large hall in which the party was to take place. The first guests would soon be arriving. Invitations had been sent out to all non-hostile nations, and preparations had been made. Guests might be arriving by portal, should they be magically inclined, or by spacecraft if they were technologically advanced. If Roberto could get some allies for Niogoul-Maeromirpli his king would be very pleased. Roberto feared no enemy, but he was certainly nervous now.
OOC: For more information about Roberto, see the NSWiki entry (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Roberto_Psionis). Note that the information presented therein would not be known to your characters though.