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located in The Room of Thrones, a part of Althaea, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Room of Thrones

In the heart of the palace is the Room of Thrones. This is where the God-Queen receives the Magistrates in order to process business.


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Character Portrait: Sarene Iracot Character Portrait: Calor Elohan
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An archway gave birth to the shadow of a man, who stepped forth into the throne room with all the delicacy of Sarene's braided hair. His steps made no sound, as though his feet did not truly touch the floor but instead hovered but millimetres above it.

"How shall I serve you, my Queen?" Were the only words he uttered, as he stopped in the exact centre of the room so he could turn to face and look up at the Goddess as though every single movement of his body was formulated and trained for this symmetry in order to please her. Then, he lowered his left knee to the ground, bowed his head until a braided lock of white touched the floor, then pressed his fist into the ground to both retain his balance and show his respect.

Calor Elohan was tall and built up of strong muscle and flexible tendons. Today he wore the same as always, a uniform custom to display his unique rank above others; consisting of a padded shirt of white and a long coat of black adorned with brown fur around the rear of the neck. His breeches were brown and possibly leather, while dark boots with toes capped with steel offered both a solid walk and a painful kick. His hands, as always, aside from a signet ring on the middle finger of the right hand, were bare so as to never dirty the mask of white, blue and gold so often seen hanging around his neck by string.

The mask was a unique signature, one of anonymity, strength and royal will. He wore it to kill, he wore it carry out Sarene's will. And as it hung below his chest, the black spaces of the eyes would watch the woman on the throne.