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( grimoire entry | 20th Skyfrost )
Mar. 19th, 2015 11:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lordling[It's late, nearly the midnight hour, when the air in the palace of Archades changes. Few will notice it. A mage here, a scholar there, but none know where it came from or what it is. It slips through the palace silently, having been given free reign over where it passes, dipping through the near-silent corridors until it finds its target.
The room is large and dim as the asp slithers in. None would suspect a snake, a desert snake, to have found its way here, but it has. The sleeping teenager is completely oblivious, as lost in rest as he is. At least, he is until the sting of the bite penetrates his dreams. A cry, soft at first blow and then building steam, breaks through the night until it's abruptly cut off. A thump follows and then a second, louder thump.
The asp has escaped and the Emperor has fallen.
It's very early in the morning when the grimoires all across Ivalice begin to scrawl the same message across one page.]
At the midnight hour on 20th of Skyfrost, Lord Larsa has been poisoned by a desert snake.
The room is large and dim as the asp slithers in. None would suspect a snake, a desert snake, to have found its way here, but it has. The sleeping teenager is completely oblivious, as lost in rest as he is. At least, he is until the sting of the bite penetrates his dreams. A cry, soft at first blow and then building steam, breaks through the night until it's abruptly cut off. A thump follows and then a second, louder thump.
The asp has escaped and the Emperor has fallen.
It's very early in the morning when the grimoires all across Ivalice begin to scrawl the same message across one page.]
