Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160810022256/@comment-26444332-20160814232600

'Worry for yourself, your Majesty.' Azalea says, and snaps her fingers.

All around the pavilion, a barrier forms, violet energy taking the shape of a triangle with turning gears upon it. Magical chains envelop the area.

'Now, let us discuss something, and then I shall free you. Why exactly would the Emperor come to this isle? What other things did you hope to distract us from?'