The Noob Hacker
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Two men walked briskly down a long hall. They were both very large men who were wearing full plate armor and helmets which hid their identities. Both were carrying halberds, holding them vertically so the tip of the spike was pointed at the ceiling. They were escorting another man, Sekaul, who had been summoned to King Cain himself to his throne.
Sekaul, who was probably looking better than he did on most days: his armor and sword had been polished, he had fixed his long braid to get it the best he could get it to look, and he was clean shaven, thought to himself. He was curious, and worried. Why would Cain want to see me? He thought. Sekaul had only ever seen the king but a handful of times, and never has he spoken to Sekaul. Was he going to be punished? That couldn't be. The king would never bother himself with the affairs of a knight of Sekaul's rank. Plus, what had Sekaul even done to be punished for? Had they discovered that he had let a family that he was supposed to have killed or capture go free? But that was so long ago. Lines of worry were etched into the half elf's forehead.
As he got nearer to the heart of the castle, Sekaul noticed some significant differences. In the parts of the castle Sekaul had ever been to, the walls and floors were always pain stone. This section was far more decorated. Carpets were all throughout the floors. Paintings, tapestries, and weapons all adorned the walls. Suits of armor, pottery, and statuettes lined the halls. He also noticed far more guards patrolling, all glanced at the green-hooded stranger as he walked by.
At last, they had reached the outside of the throne room. It was a huge double door. Outside stood four armored guards bearing polearms. Once they saw the party, the guards lifted their crossed blades and opened the door. One of Sekaul's escorts nodded him in.
As he went inside, Sekaul removed his hood. The throne room was black, and dark. Sekaul's shining armor now reflected a black light. In the throne sat King Cain himself, his eyes cold and unemotional. Sekaul didn't much care for Cain, nor the way he had been running Terisius. But Sekaul didn't necessarily think the king himself was evil. He was rather young, as kings go, and probably barely knew how to rule. As a result, he could have easily been led astray by bad advisers. Sekaul had always had a hunch that the Cain's council was just as much, if not more, responsible for modern-day Terisius. But still, Sekaul didn't think high of the king either. There was no doubt that the king was messed up in some way. The way the half elf saw it, Terisius as it is now was created because Cain wanted to make a bad decision, and his council told him it was a good idea. But, he and his father were taken care of rather well in exchange for Sekaul's services and as payment for his father's past service with Vince, so Sekaul didn't think the king could be all bad as others would want to believe.
Sekaul approached Cain.
"My Lord." he said with a bow, the only reason it didn't sound forced was because he had been practicing the line.
"Kneel." the king said, not really caring what the half elf before him just said.
Sekaul did as instructed. Well then, what now? he thought to himself.
Sekaul, who was probably looking better than he did on most days: his armor and sword had been polished, he had fixed his long braid to get it the best he could get it to look, and he was clean shaven, thought to himself. He was curious, and worried. Why would Cain want to see me? He thought. Sekaul had only ever seen the king but a handful of times, and never has he spoken to Sekaul. Was he going to be punished? That couldn't be. The king would never bother himself with the affairs of a knight of Sekaul's rank. Plus, what had Sekaul even done to be punished for? Had they discovered that he had let a family that he was supposed to have killed or capture go free? But that was so long ago. Lines of worry were etched into the half elf's forehead.
As he got nearer to the heart of the castle, Sekaul noticed some significant differences. In the parts of the castle Sekaul had ever been to, the walls and floors were always pain stone. This section was far more decorated. Carpets were all throughout the floors. Paintings, tapestries, and weapons all adorned the walls. Suits of armor, pottery, and statuettes lined the halls. He also noticed far more guards patrolling, all glanced at the green-hooded stranger as he walked by.
At last, they had reached the outside of the throne room. It was a huge double door. Outside stood four armored guards bearing polearms. Once they saw the party, the guards lifted their crossed blades and opened the door. One of Sekaul's escorts nodded him in.
As he went inside, Sekaul removed his hood. The throne room was black, and dark. Sekaul's shining armor now reflected a black light. In the throne sat King Cain himself, his eyes cold and unemotional. Sekaul didn't much care for Cain, nor the way he had been running Terisius. But Sekaul didn't necessarily think the king himself was evil. He was rather young, as kings go, and probably barely knew how to rule. As a result, he could have easily been led astray by bad advisers. Sekaul had always had a hunch that the Cain's council was just as much, if not more, responsible for modern-day Terisius. But still, Sekaul didn't think high of the king either. There was no doubt that the king was messed up in some way. The way the half elf saw it, Terisius as it is now was created because Cain wanted to make a bad decision, and his council told him it was a good idea. But, he and his father were taken care of rather well in exchange for Sekaul's services and as payment for his father's past service with Vince, so Sekaul didn't think the king could be all bad as others would want to believe.
Sekaul approached Cain.
"My Lord." he said with a bow, the only reason it didn't sound forced was because he had been practicing the line.
"Kneel." the king said, not really caring what the half elf before him just said.
Sekaul did as instructed. Well then, what now? he thought to himself.