Prologue: A Diabolical Excuse
Eee, I finally got round to posting this! I do not own the characters or setting, as they belong to Yu Wo. Any anachronisms, OOC-ness or just plain bad writing is, of course, entirely my own fault. Twelve men sat in darkness around a table. No-one so much as dared to breathe; the only sound came from the nervous rustling of papers. “This isn’t good,” someone said. The others could hear the cracks of age and fear in his voice, much as he tried to hide them. “I think we’ve already established that,” came a deep, ringing bass. “The question is what we should do.” “Cover it up, of course!” somebody laughed. “Are you crazy?! Are you insane?” One of the knights stood up quickly, knocking his chair to the ground with sheer force. “We’ll never manage! The truth will get out somehow!” “I have to agree with Vaign,” a man purred. “There is no roof which does not leak and no floorboard which can’t be pried loose. People will find out about it somehow.” “Are y...