Because You Can Never Have Too Many Crowns

[force_and_style]

Who: Xykon, Kushuna, with spots for Redcloak, Gannicus, and Temeraire if they wish to join!
Where: Kushuna's hideout, wherever THAT is...
What: Xykon wants the Imperial Crown.
When: A few days after Arthas went all stabby.



He'd had to break the old scrying crystal out of Dire Mothballs to figure out this one, but not much could stop Xykon from finding something if he was willing to dig through all the crap on the Teevo to get it. And this time, he was. Lazy and uncommitted as he normally was, the lich could put some truly fearsome effort into a task if need be. Redcloak had made him certain that the Frozen Throne posed a threat to his existence, and on this specific point, Redcloak had no reason to lie.

The goblin had far too much invested in Xykon to let something happen now.

"Maybe I'll seal this one in crystal or something. It's broken, I'm sure not going to WEAR it," the lich said, as a black aura rose around him. "Greater Teleport."

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[in_a_nest_of_vipers]

In an unspecified location in the countryside, a small camp of rebels from the Imperial Guard third army stand watch while Kushana pours over maps, forming strategies and contacting allies. It turns out running a coronation when the pope just declared you a heretic is kind of tricky.

The crown was "rescued" from the throne room, though it's still broken. It's currently sitting in a small box lying on the edge of the table she was using.

[force_and_style]

"--port,". The lich appeared in a hideous flare of black-colored magic. "Good afternoon!"