Dark Elves Presiding

[Kefkin]

Ultrin removed the dagger from the dead king's heart, and used the king's robes to wipe the blood from its blade. He rolled him off the throne and took his seat. He looked to his servant, quietly observing the Drow, and motioned him to come forward. The young Drow came forward and kneeled in reverence.

"Bring forth the family, and let them take residence here. Call forth the pack animals and begin bringing my belongings into the Castle."

The servant rose and backed out slowly.

Ultrin rose and began the arduous task of gathering together the materials to solidify his ascension to power. Rummaging through the king's pockets he found a the keys to the kingdom, and pocketed them. He dragged the body of the dead king to the front of the castle, and began to pile the texts from the library upon him. A lone torch set the pile ablaze, and he went to work helping the others.

The Drow had tunneled right up into the basement of the castle. They seemed to be all of the same family, each understanding their role in the massive takeover. Each member would sit at the head of the kingdom, dictating the direction of the kingdom.

A degree was posted throughout the land stating: "All who knew this once as Zormite will now recognize the new leadership in its stead. House Bel'la Olplyn now rules supreme. Come this night, and see what has become of your kingdom, and to learn of what is to come."

The dark cloud of smoke circled high into the night sky. The huge pile of books, manuscripts, treaties, and other documents had been burning for hours now. The activity of the community had halted when the decree was made, but now, a large crowd encircled the smoldering ruins.

A lone Drow stepped forth, "I am Ultrin, I speak in common so that you all might understand the gravity of what we see before us."

He lifted a scepter into the air, holding so that everyone watching would see and recognize it. The scepter was a twisted, blackened rod, not unlike the very one the Autocrat had been seen carrying.

"It has been a long few days since first we made ourselves known to these surface dwellers. The few who knew about us made the transition an easy one. The strength of the house is what now lends us the ability to lead."

The crowd began murmuring almost all at once. He raised his hand, calling for silence.

"Some here choose to look to the past for answers for the future, but they will find nothing, as our rule will take us to places you would never had seen. Zormite was an opressive nation, robbing blindly its loyal members, and casting out all who opposed its rule. I give back to the people what Zormite so readilly took away."

At that, the Drow overturned a chest, spilling onto the ground the contents of the treasury. "This belongs to the people of Bel'la Olplyn, and will be returned!"

The members of the existing community that had fallen prey to the greed in their nature began clapping wildly, showing support for their new found wealth and leader. The unbelieving crowd watched as the new king began throwing handful after handful of coin into the air.

"Usstan duul'sso dos dal nindol maunech, I release you from your burden," he cried out to the people, and they exploded into shouts of excitement and praise.