A Silent Throne

"Well, this isn't normal." Nav'iid comments.
"Nav'iid, normal disappeared months ago." Kara sighs deeply. She is correct, the last several months have been quite out of the ordaniry. Nothing has gone as expected, many mysteries of the past have crept from the woodwork and revealed trechuries that have thrown the country into disarry. Nav'iid looks to the weary cleric who has Wiess tucked under her cloak, the exhausted boy using her for support.
"Though Nav'iid is correct. There should be more people here." Juniper says, reaching for her flamespear.
"More people? There should be a lot of people and they're aren't any people." Daxina comments, pulling out both her sunblade and concluder. Karen and Nav'iid ready their staffs. Wiess looks exhaustedly up at Kara and pulls lightly on her cloak, holding up his arms. The cleric kneels removing her shield as she does, and Wiess climbs up, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, gripping tightly and locking his legs at her hips. Karen pauses and helps tie Wiess' legs and waist to Kara so that they have less effort in keeping him up on her back. Once the boy is secured, Kara adjusts her shield and pulls out her sword.
Kara, Karen and Nav'iid press out with their magic, searching for anything to give them some sign as to why the throneroom is empty. Kara's blood runs cold. There is something, powerful and familiar. The trio share a look, a worried and angry look.
"Ah, hello again." Juniper lets out a hiss and Daxina turns towards the voice.
"Rahul!"