Noble Court - June of 622

Miquella sits expressionless. Moving the trinket. Almost trying to crush it in his hand. He looks around at the room, and then looks at his guild mates. He sits in silence. Pondering. He finally looks at the King. Awaiting his response.

Jade steps forward once more.

"Allow me to be the once to escort her to the faceless one. Others may follow if you wish to document it for kingdom purposes. But as the current mediary to the faceless one please allow me to be the one to see this through."

King Vlastimir Daggerheart sits in silence for several moments, his hands clasped under his chin in quiet contemplation. He stands, the sound of his chair scraping upon the floor roaring compared to the still air of the Meeting Hall.
“Thank you, Baron. I believe we have heard enough at this point. The Court stands ready for declaration and sentencing.”
He nods to one of the soldiers, who steps around the table and begins passing slips of parchment to each of the gathered nobles. Once he has made his way around the room, he makes another pass, gathering the papers from the nobles once they have finished voting. With all of the papers in hand, he makes his way back to the platform, folds them over once, and then hands them to the King.
“Thank you, Adsilian.” Vlastimir takes the parchments and flips through them, reading each page carefully before placing them face-down on the table in front of him.
He clears his throat and speaks once more, “Citizens, sons and daughters of Ariad, The Noble Council has passed judgement on Claire Baker, who stands before us accused of committing treason as well as conspiracy to commit treason against the Kingdom and Her people.”
King Daggerheart pauses, allowing his gaze to fall upon Claire. His face remains expressionless, but his eyes betray emotion crashing against the surface like waves beating against the hull of a ship.
“On the charges of treason, this council finds Miss. Baker to be free of guilt.” He pauses and takes a breath, “On the charges, of conspiracy to commit treason, this council finds Miss. Baker to be g—"
--The sound of reality ripping open rushes through the hall, the shockwave intense and startling. The rift opens directly over the platform and several humans fall from it, each wearing a white favor with eight red stars on its face. The first through the rift drops a golden orb covered in intricate etchings, which glows with a bright purple energy that spready quickly through the room. As the purple light fills the room, all magical items that it passes over seem to stop working. As the light passes over Baroness Eclipse, the blue light of her eyes are extinguished and her body turns to ash, falling unceremoniously to the ground as chaos erupts around her. Throughout the hall, guardians and soldiers alike collapse, as though the energy holding them together simply vanished. Even the subtle scurrying movements in Lady Jade’s satchel cease.
A group of warriors from the rift rush Selena, taking advantage of her momentary distraction due to her many magical items suddenly being lifeless. They tackle the Knightmaster, tackling her to the ground and bodily covering her while one of them holds a glowing crystal up to the rift. With a loud pop, the pile of bodies along with Selena and the other warriors vanish. The rift slowly begins to close as the gathered begin to compose themselves and make sense of what just happened.
King Vlastimir is shoved against the back wall and stands surrounded by soldiers brandishing weapons, his leather-clad companion twirling a knife in his hand as he calmly looks around. The doors of the Meeting Hall fly inward as soldiers flood their way into the hall, barking orders for everyone to sit down and clear the isles as they make their way to the far end of the building, surrounding the platform and nobles.

At the sound of the rift opening, Selena jumps up. "Fuck." She looks down at her hands at her jewelry and her swords as they try to fight against the magic of the light. "Fuck!" And looks up just in time to catch sight of the group tackling her. "FUCK!!" She swings and tries to fight against them but is overpowered, her cursing and insults stopping suddenly as she's taken through the rift.

As the sky rips open and soldiers pour through the rift, Dorian draws his sword and screams. "PROTECT THE KING!"

The Knights who came with Dorian rush to the guards around the King, not trying to pass any of them, but adding their number to the ring. Dorian, meanwhile, runs towards the table of nobles and vaults himself over it in one smooth motion.

"Selena!!" He lands on the other side of the table just beside the soldiers that tackled Selena to the ground yet placing himself between them and the King. He swings his sword, striking nothing as they vanish again.

When they vanish, he turns and rushes over to the gathering of soldiers. He looks to one of his knights who gives a nod, answering a silent question. Then Dorian places his back towards the other knights as he continues to survey the room for any new dangers.

At the center of the room, Claire lets out a scream, drops to her knees, and curls up on herself as hell breaks loose.

Rachelle stares at the rift above her for several heartbeats before Dorian's shout to protect the king brings her back to reality. She looks to Marquanthis beside her briefly before she climbs clumsily over the table, scrambles to her feet on the other side, and runs towards the prisoner at the center of the room. She balls her hands into fists and stands tensely beside the screaming woman.

Jade reaches a trembling hand into her pouch slowly. She feels around for a second and quickly pulls it out all without looking. She clutches her fist to her chest tightly and tries her best to fight off tears. She looks down in front of her feet to see ash spilling out of a once occupied seat. Her breathing begins to quicken and her knees are shaking. Jade darts her eyes around the room quickly struggling to make sense of it all.