The King of Verfall Apr 8, 2012 16:24:18 GMT -5
Post by Roxilicious on Apr 8, 2012 16:24:18 GMT -5
high noon on imbrium 8th, 1594
his highness' throne, the main hall of the main castle at acerbus umbra, pertinax
King Falkor sat upon his throne, scratching his hand as he thought madly. He looked around. In his opposite hand, he had three scrolls.
"Tsavi, my sweet steward," he beckoned, waving his arm at the charming ailour. She was quick to obey, approaching her king at a respectable pace.
"Yes, your grace, what is it you ask of me?" Her raspy voice and foreign accent were unique to her people, though they caused her to stick out like a sore thumb.
"I need you to organize and send three messengers for me," King Falkor stated. He handed Tsavi the three scrolls. The unbroken seals reflected where the letters were destined to go: the royal gold-outlined, purple circle with the silver and black-outlined phoenix to the capital; the dark grey circle with a crimson-colored face of a red fox and two crossing daggers to Scelestus; and the black and grey canine body of a coyote against a white circle to Naktis.
Tsavi knew better than to ask about the letters' contents, but she didn't even need to.
King Falkor stood up and announced to the semi-busy castle in a loud, commanding voice: "Attention, castle residents. Verfall is removing itself from the Empire. From this day forth, we shall be known as an independent nation with our own laws, freedoms, military, and traditions. Emperor Remiel will no longer control the children of the night!"
His sister, Roxanna, was not far away, tending to a wolf bitch who had just given birth to a litter of five pups. Did her ears deceive her? This was just too good to be true. Surely, her brother had gone mad, but this was his best idea yet.
"Now, as I know you're all a bunch of gossiping drunken whores and bastards, go tell everyone you know. The official announcement will be at sundown tonight in the square. Tell everyone you know that this is their last chance to join me and the true kingdom of the night, or to leave eternally and have their loyalties pressed close to the Emperor."
Without another word, Falkor left his throne and retreated to his private quarters. The main hall was quiet as he walked, and he received many stares, but the instant the doors to his hall had closed, the castle became a bustling entity of whispers, shock, rumors, and varying emotions.
Tsavi didn't move.