Legend Sixteen Part Two - (Now this dude really has us running around his fucking mansion and roleplaying!

"Well, I guess she is going to be a minute, so I think I'm going to turn in early tonight," the Master of the manor announced, taking another sip of his drink before standing.

"Good night Master," all of his maids said at once from one side of the table.

There were a few nods from his guests and a few raised their glasses for him and bid him a good night.

Master Rauly took his glass from the table and took one more sip from it before placing back with a slight "Tap". Though just as he placed his glass back on the table the entire room was plunged into darkness and before those who could see in the dark such as the demon's and Demi human's eyes could adjust, a bolt of lighting struck just outside of the dining room's window, blinding them momentarily.

There was the sound of thunder and something else in the room that was covered by the rumble. A few of the manor's maid's rushed about for a moment as the guests chatted to each other and after a few more moments the lights were restored.

"Huh, well that was interesting," Barric said, taking a sip from his drink as a woman's sudden horrified scream almost caused him to spill his drink. He soon realized it was Quinn.

"Someone ate the rest of the cake!" Quinn yelled, pointing to the empty platter on the table, bringing everyone's attention to it for a moment. "Also I think Master Rauly fell or something," she mentioned, pointing over her shoulder.

Sure enough the Master of the manor laid only a few steps from his seat, face down on the floor.

"Well this just got interesting," Sylas commented, craning his neck to get a better look before just leaving his seat.

Barric, who had been sitting the closest to the Master, was the first to make it to him.

"You alright old man?" the King asked, rolling Master Rauly over.

The Master had no apparent wounds, but there was a red mark across his throat. His eyes were still open and his tongue hung from his mouth somewhat comically. Though comically might be an inappropriate way to describe a potentially dead man Barric thought.

"Oh Fuck! I think he might be dead!" the King announced loudly, to the gasps of all the guests.

By now the rest of his party and guests had all gathered around to look down at their fallen host.

Barric looked up over his shoulder.

"Layla do you know any healing spells? he asked, but his sister just looked past him.

"I don't think we'll need any," she replied wide eyed.

"Fuck, why? Do you think he's like dead dead?" the King asked, looking towards his sister. Meanwhile the Master's eyes had moved to look at him and he pulled his tongue back in his mouth.

"Because I'm not dead," Master Rauly said, making Barric jump slightly and stand all the way up.

"Fuck! Now he's a zombie!" the King said, putting his hands up as if to defend himself.

"I'm also not a zombie foolish King, I was simply playing dead. How was my acting?" the Master informed them, sitting up and turning his head to crack his neck.

"Not bad actually. You had me going with the tongue part," Barric joked, looking around embarrassed he had fallen for the poor performance.

"Entertaining and all, but may I ask what the point of this was?" Sylas asked.

"Of course! This is the introduction to our next game! The game of mystery!" Master Rauly announced, pushing himself back up to his feet.