NationStates Jolt Archive

2:00 AM, Imperial Palace, Theiran Outskirts, Culex
Everything was going as planned. Commander Friedrich had his men prepared.
100 assassins armed with grappling hooks, silenced pistols, and other weapons were just outside the Palace.

This will be easy, thought the Commander, we will easily overpower the 20 Guards.

Meanwhile, the young Emperor Adair Custennin and his wife, Empress Kathrinn, were having their fifth meal together in the palace. They had been married quietly in the palace by the high priest but a week earlier.

1 Week Earlier
The Archdruid was mad at himself for not making it to the wedding. Only a few were invited.
Of all nights for the monorail to be broken down, he thought.
He had recieved the invitation and had intended to go, but this newfound intrusion would delay him far too long. He had decided to rest. Now it was 400 in the morning and he was up for his early meditation. He had chosen to stay in the cabins on the Verusian Cliffs in Central Culex. As he sat thinking he could hear shouting from the nearest village. As he opened his eyes, he saw what he most dreaded. The Falling Comet. It had been 350 years since this omen had been seen on the Island of Culex. It prophecied the death of a great ruler, yet it also signified a royal birth.
The druid instantly rushed to pack his gear and get on to Theira.