They were all led to a very VERY large door made of gold. Inscribed all over it were praises for the "most holy" baron. There was a group of about thirty HEAVILY armed guards standing in front of it, and barely allowed them room to enter.

Random insults like, scum, or outsiders were tossed at them constantly as they entered. The giant doors grouned open.

Inside were two mechanical, glowing, winged lions. They roared in protest at the group being brought in. Inside was a GIGANTIC throne, and the entire place was reminiscent of one of the basilica's in one of the Romes.

Funnily enough, as they got closer and closer to the throne, they saw a table with a huge banquet was laid out. Another set of guards were leading in a prisoner that was screaming.

Only those with extremely good hearing heard the guard say,

"Adultery and forgotten to pay homage to you oh great holy one."

The baron shrugged (once again barely visible) "Adultery? Oh, so he gave into passion."

"'Twas rape mi'lord."

"Does not matter...but not paying homage to me?"

The baron calmly pulled a gun out and shot the accused in the forehead. "Someone clean that god-awful mess up."

As they got closer, they got a better look at him. At one time he had been a fighter. But now muscle was running to fat....a lot of fat. He was clothed in overly garish robes, had an overly done mustache, reeked of oils, and carried a cane.

"Ah, my visitors."

One of the guards jabbed Fang in the small of the back with a tazer.
"On your kness scum."

Calmly, the baron shot that guard in the face. "Be kind to my visitors. I have chosen for them to share my prescence, therefore you WILL be kind for them. Now, my friends, come to this banquet."

Another guard stepped forward, stabbed Drina with a tazer, and said, "But my lord. They are criminals who don't pay homage to you!"

He killed that guard as well. "Now, come and eat. I'm dreadfully sorry for your treatment...well, not really. BUT I would love to discuss a..'business' proposition over this glorious feast. Come sit, eat, and depending on what you do, live."

Fang walked over to the table. He smelt the food, and the heavily lacquered table, but he couldn't tell where the chair was, so when he tried to sit, he missed. He promptly got into it though.

All around the hall, guards that wore shining gold armour, and carried giant double handed swords that glowed stepped in.

OOC: Okay, here is the biggest test yet...don't made any rude comments. See how he executed a prisoner for not praising him, and two guards for questioning him? He still has the gun.

OOC: Just want to point out that blind people do not have a better sense of any sense but sight then normal people, just they notice things better.

IC:

Micheal awoke while sitting a chair, food infront of him. Gazing around the room, he saw many heavily armored people, a table full of food, and some holy looking guy holding a gun. "Uh... Who are you and where am I?"

OOC: That's not a rude comment, is it?

Teh would have made a stupid comment, but he was too busy telekineticing food towards him and his plate. Sometimes he saw somehing too good and bypassed the plate, grabbing the food out of the air and into his mouth. Turkey, chicken, gravy, peas, various liquids, and an unfortunate bug that snuck its way in with a prisoner were all floating around Teh's head, waiting to be eaten.

OOC: He's part werewolf remember? Hence the improved senses.

And kinda'. I'll just reprimand you for it.

IC: "DO NOT TAKE THE BARON'S KINDNESS FOR GRANTED!" Screamed one guard, and one of his companions had to forcibly hold him back.

Drina walked up to a chair, turned it sideways to accomodate his wings, and sat down. "Thanks for the food, mister Baron, sir." He then commenced to chow-down.

From other peoples comments, Micheal figured out that the person was the Baron. And since everyone else was eating, Micheal began to eat as well.

Fang noticed the smell of food was now around the smell he recgonized at Teh.

"Give the food back."

He then proceeded to eat as well.

The baron smiled warmly, and said "Now we should get to know each other? I'll start, I am Baron Von Grakan. I am the reincarnation of the god of all life and glory."

Fang paused momentarily between his chowing down to say, "Fang. No eyes, got a half curse of the werewolf, and I want my sax back."

Dinae awoke to the smell of delicious meats and cheese. Again. He looked around, and slapped himself in the face. There was still food. He slapped himself again. And again. The food remained.

That's when he noticed the Baron. He knew he was being held here unjustly, but he dare not argue. No one would believe him, anyway. He felt behind him. His tail was starting to grow back. He then focused on the food in front of him and smiled. Well, he smiled as best as a lizard can. Anyone else who saw it probably would have screamed and run away.

He realized there were no sandwiches, but that was quickly remedied when he also noticed a big loaf of bread, a large ham, and a chunk of cheddar. He silently prepared his dinner.

"Hey, theres lots of food...uhm, my name is Teh, telekinetic drummer."

Through a mouthful of food, Drina say, "I'm Drina'ardinale and I'm a Bum!"