Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26063164-20150522051330/@comment-26360929-20150525230330

What nobody has seen in the growing confusion is the bolting of all doors; from the outside, too. Suddenly: a loud crash, a ball of flame, falling beams completely ruin the atmosphere. An old general bellows: "Really, in my days we had proper fireballs!" before being struck down by the falling ceiling. Several guests try to break the iron bars at the windows, but they are now red-hot from the fire. The doors prove to be made of metal, too. Cries of severe burnings arise around them. The Lord Chancellor looks up and says: "He could have chosen a better moment!". Then, his skull is smashed by the falling chandelier and the whole Manor (several stories, and all of them above the great hall) collapses. What a pity these stories were all full of powder. The triple circle of guards around the building is ejected outwards.

Tonight, Kend'arc's inhabitants get a free firework.