The Blood-Red Banner of War [RP]

The inside of the Grand Palace is nothing less than spectacular, the interior furnished and polished, each spot shining from the polishing. Statues, pillars, plants, and other sumptuous items litter the halls, each of them poised in such a way to further make an impact on the viewer. The ceiling is home to wonderful murals, each of them painted with beautiful and lavish color, inlaid with jewels and gold. You're pushed/lead through the winding halls, until you finally reach the place where the guards want you to go. A door, an average one in the Grand Palace, though it still looks like it would cost a fortune. Next to the door is a plaque reading: Head of Servantry.

"In here is your new boss. Move."

With that, the guards open the doors to the room, and urge you to walk inside.

*I nod and walk in*

The room is in the shape of a moderately big circle, with a wooden desk being the centerpoint. Sitting behind the desk, nearly drowning in paperwork and writing a letter, is the Head of Servantry. He doesn't even notice Darnum as he walks in, so absorbed (or simply dead to the world) in his work.

Eventually, after an hour or so of the wagon moving, it finally stops, right at the base of a mountain. Here, from what Blythe can see, is a walled area, with guards. The sound of equipment, people, and the din of a mine. Four guards open the container in the prison wagon, letting you into the world.

*I stand and wait for an order*

The Head of Servantry sits there for a minute, going through the mountain of paperwork piled up on his desk. After a few minutes, he looks up for a brief second and notices you standing there.

"Ah. I suppose you're the new servant in the Grand Palace. Who chose you this time? Was it Timofey or Cameron?"

*I attempt to remember if he said his name, and if not, what he looked like*

(1)

You lose the memory of all the things that happened this morning, including the esoteric knowledge of what you ate for breakfast in the morning. (spoiler alert, you ate nothing).

“I cannot remember”

The Head of Servantry hits you with that T-T look.

"Fine then. You'll be subject to rigorous security screening as a precaution. Please tell me those guards haven't galavanted off. Extreme discipline my @$$... And if they have, your first objective is to get them to escort you to security screening."

With that, the Head of Servantry ducks down to continue working on the countless amount of bureaucratic busywork that crowds the desk he's eternally hunched over.

*I go to look for them*

*I try to find someone to teach me necromancy*

(5)