You stepped down the dimly lit hall towards your Lord's throne room.. You had been called to the Lord most likely to fulfill more tasks and orders.. As a loyal servant and entertainer of the Lord it was all you really did.. But you didn't mind.. Just more excuse to see your beloved Lord once again.. You enter the throne room to find him sat within his mighty throne.. Lord Novalite.. Just one of the many names given to him by his followers or story tellers.. He looked down and met your gaze.. Finally noticing your presence.. Slowly he got up out of his throne.. His long, red robe dragging behind him.. Shielding 2 of his 4 arms from view as he stepped down towards you.. His voice was low.. almost soothing yet stoic as he spoke to you..

Lord Novalite: Ah.. So you have arrived.. My loyal servant..