Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-25418438-20170320141637

Rodwell strapped his sword to his side as Sir Andros Revall entered his room.

"Sir, my men are awaiting your orders."

"What of General Lux and the Magister?"

"Both are in the King's solar discussing terms of surrender."

"Good." Rodwell replied as he marched off to the solar accompanied by ten of the phoenix guard. Sir Andros opened the door for the castellan, who entered to the surprise looks of both General Lux and Magister Birard.

"Rodwell what the hell do you want?" General Lux replied indignantly.

"I'm taking the throne. With my father abdicating I am the rightful heir to the throne of Shornhelm."

"You're insane, the war is over. Shornhelm is without allies against insamountable odds." said Magister Birard rather agitatedly.

"Magister Birard, if I wanted an opinion from you i'd consult the executioner's block."

"What?" The magister uttered taken aback at the young prince's words.

"My father signed an execution order for you before he abdicated. Something about conspiring to murder the High King."

On those words Sir Andros shot the Magister in the chest with a bolt from his crossbow. Watching as Birard fell to the ground, the Knight walked up behind him and drove his sword through the back of the magister's neck.

"Sentence has been passed out your grace." said Sir Andros as he knelt down on one knee along with the other phoenix guard members.

"General Lux, kneel with them or wait for the block." Rodwell ordered.

"History will record you as the two week King, Rodwell I want no part of your reign." Lux stated defiantly as he presented his hands for shackels.

"Take him away." King Rodwell ordered as he picked up his father's crown and placed it on his head.