Emmay's Mystery

Faerod Silvertree, Baron of the Isle of Silvertree, sat in his private chambers sipping a goblet of wine. He felt a small tweak at the back of his brain. When all at once a great rumble shook the palace. The chandelier shook, fell from the roof and shattered, scattering a fine layer of crystal over everything in the room. The walls and floor, made of magnificent, centuries old stone, shook and cracked. There was then an immense wave of heat from the east side of the palace, the direction of Lady Embra’s residence.
Faerod stood and threw his glass across the room, causing it to shatter in a brilliant display of glass and blood red wine. He grabbed his robe, wrapped it around his large body, and pulled the chord to summon his guards. They were already on their way to his chambers, they were there almost instantaneously. Twenty of the Baron’s best private guards piled, their boots crunching on the shattered crystal, into his room and lined up across from him, the Capit...