The Prince sat in a meditative position; legs crossed, eyes closed, hands stretched forward towards the center of the Idolized Tower.

He could not scry- what a useless art Mysticism is, where knowledge can be gained but not used- but the Tower told him all he needed to know. With every beating of it's heart, he heard it's voice whisper secrets into his mind.

The guests were arriving. A wide, silent grin formed across Seadus' face. They could hear the beating also, couldn't they? They would be mistrusting of it for a long while. It would take time, it would take patience, and it would, unfortunately, take a few lies and a bit of manipulation...but they would grow to love the hypnotic rhythm, until it soon became as natural to them as their own heartbeat.

First entered the one he was most interested in, the Fenneca. He had heard of the savagery of House Manskr, and he had been most delighted. Any group of fools who will allow a member to eat children will certainly have a mind for what is to be proposed.

Next came a awful little troll. Hideous, disgusting, stupid creatures. There was no love for them here, nor should there be. They had a habit of trying to prove their worth through fighting, so much so that they had even corrupted magic with the foul stench of blood and named it "combat magic".

Prince Seadus had actually desired to destroy the Library of Trolls altogether, as he didn't view trolls as a true race that deserves books written on them. Somehow, though, he could not bring himself to actually burn it down. The Tower would not let him.
Nonetheless, Matuna would serve as a great sacrifice for what was to come.

Ah, but the teleporting one! Irina was clearly arrogant, but she had the right to be, at least. He would have to remember to personally congratulate her on taking such huge strides within the absurd field of Planar Sorcery.

Vlantian. Vlantian the Third. Even the Prince did not carry such a blatantly aristocratic name. It was truly a shame that all of the First's filthy family line had not been slain and gutted like pigs, for that's what they were. Even more so now that they stayed loyal to such outdated and worthless magics. Still, this one would also be needed, as much as Seadus hated it.

The Alchemist's arrival and subsequent snooping was uneventful, but he enjoyed the bit when the old fool kept getting turned around in the hallway leading to the stairway to the Prince's Private Quarters. Anyone who tried to get in that way before the meeting was called would find themselves rather amusingly dazed and confused.

Now the possessed boy walked in through the doors. He was an interesting one, and the only one Seadus genuinely hoped survived the months or years ahead, so that he could study him after all of this is over.

Then a Necromancer and an Orcish Warrior entered in, but the Prince was paying them no mind, now. They were both insignificant when compared to the others; just fodder, really. Instead, his mind was focused now on the White Goblin.

This was the last one to arrive, other than the now-late Crompter. The White Goblin was disorienting to the Prince; he practiced the usually worthless School of Mysticism but managed to do so in ways that actually made sense. Somehow, he could appear anywhere at anytime that he desired. Seadus hoped to have a private conversation with Leasom later, and see if he could not learn the secret to this method- for it surely could not lay wholly in mysticism!

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Wherever they stood or sat in the Tower, each of them felt it. Like a cold wind ran the command, from the very Core of the Tower itself. They all could now to cease whatever they did and move to meet the Prince. Directions were not needed- the way would be known.

It was time.