Norani Llahalor (1)

An unsurprising moment of silence followed briefly before the Dwarf King started to attempt to rage at Luca, only to be interrupted by a violent bout of nausea. As Bhelen attempted to recover what little of his wits that weren't alcohol-addled, Gethras spoke solemnly, "Several of my advisors have suspected that Bhelen would inevitably cause his own downfall, likely by corruption and/or alcoholism, but your description of events fits even more than our speculations. In four years, you say?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Graythius, three-to-four years. Another clan war broke out over who would succeed the throne, as House Durnoch had no heirs left. Yet more death ensued before a new king was crowned, and it was through that new king that Kharnboldohr grew and endured the first wave." Luca was very forthright in his speech, only leaving the identity of the future king out. "Not long after he was crowned, the new king and the newly re-elected Chief Lawkeeper, discovered an ancient edict from the early Sage Era, when Kharnboldohr was first formed by the first Dwarven Paragon and King Ahrebor Titan. According to its contents, so long as the Alliance of Light persists, a sovereign may be impeached by a minimum of three fellow sovereigns. As Felneserin, Cyelume and Kharnboldohr have persisted for millennia, three Light Nations have remained consistent. At the time of the document's authoring, the Beast Tribes were still a scattered group, with most being enslaved by the Empire of Blessed Light, the inevitably corrupted human-centric nation. Thus, only four sovereigns existed, making impeachment difficult."

Rhonin growled once again at the mentioning of his people's ancient suffering, "The tribal shamans never let us forget that time. The only tribe that escaped enslavement was the Raven Tribe, whose shaman had used their gift of foresight to divine a path of survival that would lead them to take refuge in Felneserin before the Empire's ambitions grew. If not for that, most of our history would have been lost. Though the Raven Tribe is full of cowards, they are still respected for their willingness to endure the hatred of all other tribes as a price to protect the truth." Of course, he was not the only person to view the Raven Tribe as cowards, but that was due to the avian people having little capabilities for combat. Their greatest strength was their inherent gift of precognition, a well-respected power that grew with proper training and great luck. Only the shamans had the evolutionary successor to precognition, prophetic vision.

"At present, five sovereigns exist, and impeachment is more than possible. However, these are just my words and cannot prove anything until the Dreamwalker reveals my memories." Luca concluded his speech before turning to Nesine, "Your Majesty Atheys, are we ready to depart? As rude as it may sound, I am eager to be on our way."

As Rhonin struggled with his urge to clobber the Dwarf King over the head, Nesine could only sigh, "We might as well... six of us will be going, at any rate. This disgusting excuse for a dwarf will not set a foot anywhere near our saintess' residence, not in this condition. Rhonin, dare I ask you to send him back through the array? Though this matter is deeply tied to Kharnboldohr, this alcoholic madman is far from capable of understanding the severity of this matter. We will depart upon your return."

The Lion Tribe ruler stood with a great shout, "Finally! The ale-ridden stench this short codger is emanating is making my eyes water!" With not a second of hesitation, Rhonin used one of the specialties of a Warrior subclass called a Martial Artist. With expert ease, the leonine man performed a hook-round kick to Bhelen's head, followed by a low sweep kick to knock the already dazed dwarf off balance, then concluded with a powerful axe kick to the head once again. Rhonin did not hold back at all, as he was fully aware that the Dwarf King's stocky body could withstand damage, aiming, and succeeding due to his mind's lack of clarity, to knock him out. The feline king grunted as he lifted his fellow sovereign and hefted him back to the array tower. Not five minutes later, he returned with a grin on his face, "Much better. I've wanted to do that for ages." Even Gethras, a mostly pacifist individual, agreed with Rhonin.

Nesine stood from her desk chair and walked to midway through her study, stopping before a painting that had seen several hundred years wear away at it, of an ancient figure overseeing the Crystal Palace. Beneath the painting was a blank plaque, which seemed peculiar. One graceful finger tapped thrice on the plaque before she spoke to the painting, "Lady Dreamwalker, I humbly wish to receive your assistance."

A silence that felt awkward only for Luca and Arcturus followed before they witnessed the figure in the painting turn to face the one who spoke. In a soft but regal tone, it spoke, no louder than a whisper, "There should be no reason to disturb me yet, child. For what purpose do you disrupt my solitude?" As the most senior and powerful person of the High Elves from the Heroic Era, only the Dreamwalker possessed the capabilities to belittle the sovereign of her own race.

With a fragment of reverence in her voice, though she disguised it well, Nesine responded without a moment of pause, "The sovereigns of Light request the aid of your magic for a matter that concerns the future of Andor itself." When the painting inquired of what the High Elf Sovereign meant, she continued, "We have discovered a boy who claims to be a time traveller from 4:75 Divine. He has given us significant details of future events that we must learn the truth of... He also willingly asked for his memories to be revealed to us, so that he may prove his words. For your assistance, he offered a piece of information that you would be most interested in."