The Sunken Wandenreich (Wandenreich Only)
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**The Confined Quincy King,**
**Regains his pulse after 900 years**
**His mind after 90 years**
**His power in 9 years**
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{The Wandenreich has suken into the shadows.
The first steps of many.
Our security of the utmost importance. We wait until his majesty regains his full power. The day he opens his eyes will mean their victory.
Any time soon and his power would be out of control and the very end of the world would come before they could take it for themselves, that would be most unwanted}
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**\[The Throne Room\]**
{Jugram would stand alone, facing the empty throne. His sword glistening.
The world now dark, shades of blacks and grays. A blue light illuminates the halls, it creates a sense of entrapment. Isolation, but also an ethral sense.
His eyes are dark, his face shadowed in this deep darkness. Any in his presence would shatter. His stare able to strike fear in many, and all. He would think on what his majesty had said. That we must look for places worthy of our glory.}
*"G-Grandmaster Sir...."*
{A quincy soldat had walked into the throne room. How insolent. Jugram would turn to face the soldat. He glares them down. Not impressed,but his expression remains stoic}
**"Did you wish audience with his majesty... For you know that it is against the code to enter the throne room without said audiance"**
*"I'm sorry, but I must ask when will we be sent to the front lines, has his majesty found a place.*
*They are growing restless* *having nothing to do, they are also--"*
{Slash....
The Soldat stands there... seemingly fine... but his torso would fall of his legs. Blood spurting and pooling on the floor. The soldat sliced in half. Dead.}
**"I had said you had not requested audience... and you do not question his majesties orders"**
{He stares into the pool of blood. His eyes reflecting that deep crimson. That blood soaked, death. Though Haschwalth's sword is clean. A froghtening sight indeed. He closes his eyes and turns around}
**"Pathetic"**
{From the darkness, a form would be seen. His dark hair like dark tendrils, wrapping around his white uniform. His eyes deep pits into the soul, a dark hell. A fear. His mask glistening in the light}
*"Grandmaster, It seems plans are being made?"*
{His voice is quiet, soft. Almost a mutter. But its so unsettling}
**"Yes they would Äs Nödt..."**
*"So what would his wish be.... before the sinking had happened"*
**"We are to find places worthy of our glory"**
{Äs Nödt would not silently. His cold eyes stay fixed on jugram for a little while longer, before turning to look on the body on the floor. His emotionless gaze looks upon its pitiful state}
*"Would you want this cleared up..."*
**"Please do... "**
*"As you wish, grandmaster..."*