Through the double doors not many could see what lay inside. Upon the first foot that set past the seems of the doorway, a series of troughs hung from the ceiling immediately burst into flames lighting up the throne room as beacons pointing them to the large throne that sat empty at the end of the room.
A large chair, looking very unpleasant to sit in as it was made entirely of ice, had Spikes lining the backside of the headrest pointing out towards the walls with two cauldrons of green flame emitting an eerie light along the side of this grand seat.
Whispers of the group emitted out to the walls and we're reflected back as if they could not bear to hear anything from words to incoherent screams of many of the Frost Kings victims.
"Where is the bastard?" One man said.
"Could he have run away? What a coward!" Another gloated.
A few heads nodding in agreement.
"Shush!" Creed pleaded without shouting so as to keep aware of any noise that may signal and ambush.
A deep and dark voice broke the silence that once filled the room. Pitched so deeply even the Abyssal distance of any trench in the ocean couldn't compare to its measure of depth. "Welcome my fellow guests. Do you seek death and to meet this Creator you are all so fond of?!? HA HA HA HA!" The voice bellowed as it's voice ricocheted off the throne room's walls.
The main five of the group stood their ground, two of them being Emilio and Vesuvius being completely unfazed while Creed, Vivian, and her father drew their weapons. A few of the others dropping their swords out of shear nerves. One man even shit himself he was so surprised. Everything they had slain up to this point was mere child's play in the face of even this monsters voice.
Vivians father known as Conrad the Fearless among his people put a hand in front of his daughter. For once in his life he felt fear, not for himself, but for his kin who stood beside him.
From behind the throne a troll, about 10'-2" in stature appeared in front of the group and sat leisurely in his seat. The blue hue of his bulky figure was difficult to see in the dim room. But clear as day one could see the dark purple aura trapped inside what seemed to be marbles in its head.
Covered in battle armor the troll began to speak…
"You come in vain hero's of the neighboring realms, calamity will come no matter how hard you fight it, and I alone am its harbinger. To ready the world for calamity and with my powers blessed to me by the very god himself I shall do just that."
"God of Calamity??? There is no such thing, blasphemy and lies is all you speak. Your tyranny serves no higher purpose. You are simply a greedy and power hungry being who needs to be extinguished!" Creed shouted.
A sleight chuckle came from the Frost King, "Pathetic. As one blessed by the creator himself I am surprised to see that somebody can see gods as infallible. Incapable of envy, jealousy, love, hate, compassion, anger; they may as well be humans in my eyes. If that were such how can somebody experience the "wrath of the gods" or the "mercy" of them? Hm? You and all others who are their vassals feel that way because they make you. My god is truthful, he bares all before his subjects leavening no stone of truth unturned."
Everybody was confused at what the troll was speaking they all felt what he spoke of was simply the delusions of an insane and psychotic monster.
The only one who did not look confused was Vesuvius. He had heard stories from his great grand father that there was indeed a celestial war many Millenia ago but that it was mostly just a tale to scare children. Hearing the words of this "Frost King" made him feel a little uneasy, like those stories held some truth.
The Frost King raised his hand and shouted "Dominus!" As he did so a dark ball of magic energy filled his right palm and he threw it to the ground. From it a group of shadow like wraiths emerged.
"Positions!" Creed yelled!
The Troll King simply looked at the group and smiled…,"Your souls shall join the calamity"
With a snap of his fingers the wraiths swarmed the group taking out at least 10 of their party. The strength presented to them was unprecedented as their journey here was difficult but well within their planned attack.
This was different, there was no mention about this Troll being able to use magic like this. Mainly because nobody in the world could. At least until now…
The ten members who faltered were laying down with glossed over eyes dead in a near instant to the wraiths. Creed could only protect a hand full of people at most with his magic.
Emilio and Vesuvius used partial transformations to begin combat as they were the two powerhouses that guided the group up to this point. Wings sprawled out from both backs as Emilio withdrew his rapier and barred his fangs with a loud hiss.
The Dragon King now had slits in his eyes as he only partially transformed to not crowd the room with his grand figure. A tail and horns protruded from his body he took flight to assault the still seated Troll King.
Mid attack a breath of ice flew towards Vesuvius, he looked a bit confused and sad as he saw over to his right and found a beautiful women clad in white. She had dark purple eyes, unfamiliar with what he was used to seeing knowing full well this was Alice the Frost Drake queen and one of his best friends.
Vesuvius was curious as to how the realm of Frost became so uncontested when the Frost King took over but now he knew that his friend had fallen to the calamity as well.
Furious now Vesuvius erupted with bodily flame that only provided a manifestation to his rage. "How dare you ! He swung back to the Frost King. Only to be stopped again.
Emilio got a free attack on the troll king as he concentrated his magical energy to the top of his sword and thrusted downward. As he collided with the troll king the force was enough to shatter the chair while the Troll King was almost completely unfazed by the attack.
"Puny Vampire!" The troll king yelled. He grabbed a hold of Emilio and bashed him on the floor repeatedly like a wet noodle in the pool.
Creed managed to bless the weapons used by the rest of the party to deal with the wraiths. The strength of the Troll King and the appearance of the Frost Drake Queen had quite literally turned the tables on them.
Creed was sweating profusely at this point. He had used so many blessings in such a short amount of time he was starting to get winded. He had felt that there was something odd with the Troll King, as if he was not dealing with a simple powerful monster. He felt like he was fighting a god…