2. INT. PILLAR - THRONE GATE. NIGHT
A DARK SHADE, black lean and hunchbacked creature trailing
black fumes as it moved. It approaches the dark armored
gates. It stops before the guards and the KEY KEEPER. Two
heavily armored fire powered AUTOMATONS and a hooded
humanoid with pale skin carrying a large book chained to his
waist.
DARK SHADE
Allow me in. Please.
KEY KEEPER
None is allowed, Her majesty’s
orders. Be gone.
DARK SHADE
It is urgent, I beg of you.
KEY KEEPER
Of what urgency is it?
DARK SHADE
The urgent kind. Very, very urgent.
The key keeper opens the locks of his book and takes out a
quill and starts writing.
INT. PILLAR - THRONE ROOM. NIGHT
The gates open exposing a long dark passage.
Dark shade walks through the gates silently approaching the
hall.
The throne hall is circular and wide with a very high
ceiling held up by enormous pillars. Covered in shadows and
lit by a few braziers and torches. In the midst of the
throne chamber is an elevation of steps leading to another
level where a THRONE is set and before it a circular stone
PORTAL placed horizontally. The room is filled with audience
of different appearances.
Dark shade finds his way through them without alerting them.
He approaches the steps.
An ACOLYTE, a black robed blind man, wearing a heavy iron
collar and a broken chain. He places his hand in Dark
shade’s way.
(CONTINUED)
3. CONTINUED: 2.
ACOLYTE
Of what matter are you seeking her
majesty’s attention?
DARK SHADE
Of the dwarfs sir.
ACOLYTE
Wait here.
The Acolyte walks up the stairs and approaches the THRONE,
hugely constructed with two bound human slaves underneath
stirring it. The throne is turned away from the hall and
facing a huge window on the other end revealing the ruins of
Tripolia.
The Acolyte courteously kneels and approaches the hand-rest
of the throne and whispers towards the hand rested on it.
The Acolyte suddenly crawls away from the throne.
A wooden throne heavily ornamented turns revealing the
ALCHEMISTRESS, A light skinned woman, fit and tall, wrapped
in a black long dress armored around her chest and
shoulders. She holds a scepter in her hand with a CRYSTAL
ORB that is almost black but for a little transparent area.
She sits comfortably on the lavishly upholstered cushions.
The Acolyte rushes down the stairs towards Dark shade
feeling his way with his hands.
ACOLYTE
Up, up!
Dark shade climbs in haste bowing as he steps closer. He
reaches the throne level and kneels facing the ground
ceremonially.
The Alchemistress signaling a SCRIBES, an black cloaked man
of pale skin and accompanied by another one carrying a pile
of books in a portable back packed library.
The WRITER takes a the GREAT BOOK -an ancient leather
covered book locked with a heavy iron lock- from the
LIBRARIAN’s shelf and prepares his quail.
The Alchemistress turns to Dark shade.
ALCHEMISTRESS
Waste my time, I shall waste yours.
(CONTINUED)
4. CONTINUED: 3.
DARK SHADE
Oh no, no your majesty! I bring
forth a report, important one.
ALCHEMISTRESS
Speak.
DARK SHADE
Three dwarfs your majesty, large
mecha. I found them on the...
ALCHEMISTRESS
I know. You have wasted my time.
The Alchemistress lifts her hand, the dark fumes emitted by
Dark shade are quickly absorbed to her reach.
DARK SHADE
No, please that’s not all! I found
one of their cave entrances.
The Alchemistress continues draining Dark shade’s life.
ALCHEMISTRESS
So what, I also know that.
The Alchemistress rapidly sucks Dark shade’s fumes draining
him out of his life.
DARK SHADE
I beg you no! I have also seen the
stranger.
The Alchemistress stops before draining Dark Shade’s life.
ALCHEMISTRESS
Describe it.
Dark shade growing weaker.
DARK SHADE
Neither of dwarfs nor of elves. He
looks like them.
Dark Shade points his feeble hand towards the scribes.
WRITER
Your majesty, it can’t be possible.
There is absolutely none of the men
left.
The Alchemistress turns to the Writer in a sharp look.
(CONTINUED)
5. CONTINUED: 4.
The Writer is silenced, his quail drops an ink blot onto his
page.
The Alchemistress turns to the Dark shade.
ALCHEMISTRESS
Just that? I thought I warned you
about wasting my time.
DARK SHADE
He, he was not pale of skin, he was
darker. Please! I, I...
The Alchemistress waves her hand lifting Dark shade off the
ground muzzling him in his own fumes. She brings him to her
reach and gestures with her fingers opening his brain and
bringing it outside of his head.
Dark shade watches in horror.
The Alchemistress decomposes his brain. She forms an image
of black fumes, the fumes move taking the shape of Alvin and
the three dwarfs.
She magnifies the fumes forming Alvin’s image and disperses
those forming the dwarfs and smiles.
ALCHEMISTRESS
It’s him.
The Alchemistress relaxes her hand.
Dark shade drops down to the ground with a muzzled scream
and disintegrates into black fumes.
The Alchemistress stands and steps through the fumes. She
points to the CAPTAIN, a grey skinned lean and tall
night-elf wearing a long trench coat and a long neck scarf.
ALCHEMISTRESS
CAPTAIN.
The Captain spring out of the crowd.
CAPTAIN
Your majesty.
ALCHEMISTRESS
My ARMADA.
