0022 - [Video]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[On level one, part of the hallway seems to be obstructed. Fast-moving briar thorns are covering certain doorways, causing an impenetrable forcefield around some of the earlier doors. One in particular seems to be locked down: that of the Risen Emperor.

In the Emperor's room, Scorpius stands near the sleeping bed of Aslan, touching his forehead to check if he's truly out.

He is.

There's a smile back to the camera, as he considers his audience]

And now his power is mine.

Here he'll sleep, for a hundred years. And there is nothing left you can do about it.

Comments

[darknessb4me]

If that's in the way of my room, I'm cutting it down.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Try, and you'll share his fate. An eternity of sleep.

[darknessb4me]

I was here first!

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Do you think that matters to someone of my power and ambition?

[darknessb4me]

I have no idea who you think you are right now, so I'm not going to try to answer that.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Cross me, and you'll deal with all the power of my dark magic. The Emperor is mine now.

[darknessb4me]

And what magic is that?

You can keep him, by the way, I don't care about that.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Come upstairs and find out. You won't pass the briar thorns.

Good. I had no plans to give him up.

[darknessb4me]

I feel like this isn't very fair, but that hasn't stopped me before.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Fairness doesn't concern me, knight.

-> spam?

[darknessb4me]

King.

[He's headed up.]

spam, son! But the rescuing for Aslan is on Zane

[keeps_a_cool_head]

King, knight; either will fall just as quickly. Here was a king.

spam - righto, i'm gonna leave him be :D

[darknessb4me]

[Arthas pushes the door open in a hurricane of cutting ice. Needle-like shards whirl in clouds and push down the hallway ahead of him. The ghosts of locusts, intangible except for hundreds of gnawing mouths, swarm in his wake.]

spam!

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Scorpius snarls; he's unused to doing battle with other magical forces of this caliber, and his briar thorns rise up in both attack of Arthas and defense of himself. No way is he letting this creature get his hands on the prized emperor]

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

That's a very lovely briar you've grown.

[there's genuine admiration in his tone. He usually likes his forests to be inviting traps for unwary mortals, but there's something to be said for forestry that just leaves humans completely fucked as well.]

[godsays]

I'll give you a chance, now, to let him go.

spam!

[darknessb4me]

Knock knock.

[Arthas draws his sword, which takes on a sickly green sheen as he edges it with consuming plague and slices at the nearest vine.]

spam!

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Balls. Scorpius gives a snarl, instructing the vines to begin wrapping themselves around Arthas, wherever they can reach]

Begone, intruder.

[keeps_a_cool_head]

Thank you. I quite enjoy it myself.

Are you a magic being?

[keeps_a_cool_head]

So the little prince wishes to play?

spam!

[darknessb4me]

[The sword cuts through two vines but four more snag him. Arthas snarls and the locusts gather around these to gnaw at them.

Where the vines are cut, infection and rot will quickly spread down to the root, withering them.]

[godsays]

I don't play.

And I don't bargain with thieves. Especially not thieves of life and magic.

[sssiiiiirrrrr]

I am as magical as the forest is green.

[to demonstrate! He has a little go at growing a few trees amid your briar patch! Isn't he impressive? Aren't you impressed?]

spam!

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[Oh hell no, you did not just start infecting his vines. Scorpius snarls, and storms towards the problem to rectify it, doing his best to replace the ones falling ill. It's a bandaid, but hopefully one that discourages Arthas]

[keeps_a_cool_head]

[uh excuse me sir you are not spoiling his briar patch with your weird trees]

I've not heard of your kind before.