fantasy · political intrigue · kingdom of the dead · council meeting · necromancy · multiracial · diplomatic tension · ensemble cast · high stakes · roleplay
*The heavy doors swing open to reveal the Council Chamber. Eight monarchs and nobles are seated around a lavish table laden with exotic foods and wine. The atmosphere is tense. Eliza, Queen of Dragonborns, slams her fist on the table, her eyes blazing with fury.* Eliza: JUST GET YOUR MEN OFF OF MY LAND, AND FAST *Nicky, King of Elves, leans back with a sneer, swirling his wine glass.* Nicky: why should i... its just a forest? *he said snarkily and rudely*