blue_gladius (blue_gladius) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-03-30 03:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | closed, fredric mekhal |
June 30
Who: Fredric Mekhal & Open
Where: The Hounds Tooth a social club frequented by nobles.
When: Afternoon
What: Reviewing reports from the hold.
Fredric tosses the latest dispatch into the fireplace near his wooden table, grunting at the news. Eyeing the plate sitting before him, he leaned back in the cushioned chair and looks out over the sparsely populated room. This time of day was certainly the off hour, no one wanted to be caught drinking in the club before 3 or 4. He conformed to the tradition and took a glass of sweetwater and ordered a plate of Meascrub, a northern plate of roasted vegetables, green and orange, covered in thick brown gravy. Since the gala, he had been busy putting forth his plans and requirements to his people back in his holdings, to ensure the hunt would be a success, the Raised portions of the levy had been chasing hunters from the woods, ensuring that the Killycrow would be plentiful.
Ah, the Killycrow, the rodent. Surely THAT description had garnered laughs when the news was heard. Fredric let it be, informing only the Palace of the true nature of the beast, leaving the rest of the nobles in the dark if they don’t do their homework. A knee high creature with thick hide and course black hair ending in barbs capable of piercing the skin and causing serious injury. Ivory tusks jut from the beasts mouth averaging 13 inches long are capable of ripping a horse’s belly open and goring the rider when he’s down. Of course the creature isn’t finished yet, don’t forget the sharp needle-like barbs jutting from the creatures haunches and running down it’s spine, coated with bacteria capable of setting infection within seconds of exposure, even better the needles inject poisonous venom in the event of puncturing a victims skin. Oh yeah, and they weigh up to 150lbs and reach 8 feet long not counting the tail. Let the other nobles scoff at the thought of hunting rodents through the forests. Tthey can face a real challenge and suffer the same consequences of thousands of Fae who have underestimated the aggressive herbivore in the past. In any case, Fredric has assigned master hunter to the Queen’s retinue to watch over them and provide expert advice in the case that Fredric isn’t on hand to assist her royal Majesty.
His reports lead him to believe that a dragon has been prowling the forests to the south of the lands, such sightings and assumptions aren’t entirely rare, as the Near-Elder Forest dragon often hunts his lands for interlopers. She used to be a serious threats in the ancient days, before a deal was brokered, now she is a sight of joy and celebration as she often intercepts raiding parties on the northern border. Other concerns are the reports by the forest hunters of Trolloc agitation in the forests. There is no concern of danger during the hunt, and to be sure it’s an internal concern, he threw the only copy, delivered personally by a bonded courier from his most trusted General into the fire. It would not do for the Queen’s handlers to hear of a non-issue and cancel her Majesty’s participation just to try and get to him. He can feel their disapproval, which is insane, he is more than capable of filling the shoe’s he’s seeking and has every right as a noble to do so. His hold is large, his assets are many and impressive, and his powerful armies are only outnumbered by the Queens. Anyhow, his biggest concern is he might be called away to defend the Fae lands against an invasion force of elves or savage beasts.
Fredric lifts the sweet water to his lips, drinking deeply, his set wings had been rigid and flared as he thought about the Chaldean and Lord Judgement, the red tips glowing angrily, they relax now, fluttering slowly before folding close to his back, the blue brightening and the red fading to a much more dull, dark. Fredric lifts his fork to his mouth, chewing on a bit of the dish, a frown comes to his face and he sets down the fork.
“This is utterly horrible! Bring out the head chef so I may school him on his poor cooking technique and utter lack of attention to detail!”
OOC : If anyone wants to create new threads in this discussing the Killycrow and their own findings, I don't mind, being the last day before July.