Chaos engulfed the far side of the Great Hall with benches and chairs thrown over as improvised barricades and people milling about in various states of panic. Some knights had drawn their ceremonial swords, waving them uselessly through the dark tendrils stretching out from the throne, while others had formed ranks, standing shoulder to shoulder between the lords they protected and the unfortunate victims of the dark sorcery.
Most, however, were simply frightened and desperate to put distance between themselves and the darkness, with a few noticing that the tendrils weren't able to approach anyone on the side of the hall occupied by Lady Ashlynn's followers. A few had already begun rushing to the apparent safety offered by the High Inquisitor and the Saintess's followers.
