Prelude: The Beginning of the End
A man was seated in a golden throne at the end of a long chamber. Torches that lined the columns of the long chamber barely illuminated the room giving it a sense of dread. Elite gaurdes were stationed at the entrance of the door, next to each column,and by the mans side. If anything that was unidentified entered the room it would be immediatly destroyed. Authorization codes were updated hourly, and if anybody hesitated with a correct response for even a second, it too would meet its inevitable destruction.
There was a knock at the door and the man raised his hand, the signal to let them in, and tall man clad in a full uniform of black armor walked down the aisles with all the elite gaurds watching him with unmoving eyes. The man had his right hand rested on the hilt of his blade. As he reached the end of the chamber he knelt down on his left knee and placed his right forarm on his right leg.
"Your excellency."
A ragged voice echoed from the darkness of the throne sending chills through the mans body. His eyes glowed with the feeling of death lingering on them.
"Is the fleet ready for combat." He said. His eyes glowed an intense yellow and didn't let up. It was almost as if he wanted the man to let up and panic.
"Yes sir, everyone is ready and accounted for." The man said. He lowered his head even further, trying not to catch the gaze of the Hierarch. "We have ten command ships and seven frigates ready to leave at you command, you excellency. Each are filled with enough rations and soldiers to capture the city ten times over."
"Good, prepare the ranks and get ready to sail to Muscadet. We attack at dawn."
"Yes, mi'lord." The man stood up and bowed. The man on the throne nodded his head slightly signaling the man that he could leave. He turned around and started to walk out the door. He sighed with relief that he was out of the room.
The man on the throne put his hands together letting his fingertips touch. He let out a menacing grin and his eyes blazed with the intensity of the sun.
"Now nothing can stop me. I will take Muscadet. I will burn it to the ground. Nothing can stop us. I will have Ivalice."