Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-24685738-20170725002648

As Meilir stepped in, he found himself staring down a long hall held up by ornate pillars that seemed to be carved in order to tell stories. The hall was a bit dim, having no windows, but the sheer amount of torches made up for that. If they had not just come in from the outside, they could have been miles underground.

At the end of the hall, sitting on a marble throne, sat a pretty woman, with long red hair. She was dressed in the Underelf style, although for a woman the toga was up high enough to protect her modesty. While she did have pointed ears, her skin was pale, like a Breton's. She did, however, have purple eyes like the other underelves.

Unlike the other royal women the Royal Party had seen, like Rhaela or her sister Dera, this woman looked particularly athletic, as her toned arms and legs attested to.

Just behind the throne stood a man with white-blonde hair, his eyes a lighter shade of purple than the woman's. The cut of his jaw was the same as Arik's, and he wore blue robes.

The man looked exactly like Aerion, although the dim light made it hard to tell if it actually was.

What complicated matters was the fact that the entire Royal Party felt a stinging pain grow in their minds, as if someone was digging through their heads, going through their memories, etc. It reminded a bit too much of the Dark God.

"Bagarok..." Donnel hesitated, extending a hand and placing it on the giant's shoulder. "Edwin would be glad that you were able to make it."