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In the Marshal's Office
🕑 Added 2018-08-09 02:01:33 +0000 UTC "It's just as I was telling you," Edessa whispered."We've got to cover this up," Theronmyathus croaked. "If news of the King's death spreads, the whole of Albric Tor will descend into chaos."
"I'm counting on you, Marshal, to rein in that chaos and mount a resistance to Adler's ascension to the throne," Edessa whispered. "I fear I am to be his next target."
"Your safety is my top concern, Your Majesty," the Marshal rasped reassuringly. Turning to the scry-orb on his desk, he ordered: "Constable Angus, secure the area. Let no-one enter, and do not speak to anyone about what you have seen. Now then, Sergeant Avogadro, come in. This is an emergency. Your leave is terminated and you are to report to GHQ at once. Come in, Sergeant Avogadro. Come in! ... that's odd. He doesn't respond."
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The flying pies were getting on my nerves, so I let the ValKon attendees feel my Wrath, and stalked on toward the gate. This was no time for fooling around! I had a crown to secure, and a long list of wrongdoers to punish .. and I was going to need my army to get that done.
I had just reached the gate when I heard a familiar voice from a shadowy archway nearby.
"Nice work, Your Highness," Lemmy muttered. "The Duchess will be pleased, but I have to say I'm extremely disappointed. He was your brother."
"You talk as if I've done something Unseelie," I growled. "They killed him before I could stop them."
"So the King is really dead then?" he asked with a note of surprise mixed with sadness. "This is a dirty business indeed. And what about all those pie fighters?"
"They got what was coming to them," I growled. "They should never have raised a pastry to me. Is this all going in your report to your mistress?"
"I'm a family elf," Lemmy shrugged. "You left me there, and now I've got more important things to care about. I'll tell the Duchess something, not everything .. and meanwhile .. you be careful. You're not crowned yet."
The opossum ducked into the shadows and vanished. He had gotten a lot better at Snooping over the years!
I could see the scrying tower from here, so I pooked directly to it.
Burnside and Ms. Thomson greeted me as soon as I arrived.
"Your troops are sobered up and in good order, Your Highness," Thomson stated, with a salute.
"They's only three meals from bein' ready to take the city," Burnside declared proudly. "We reckon that's enough time for you to do venery with us, at least one time each. Maybe more since you got a mean look in yer eye that sez the ol' Irenaeid Mojo is workin."
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Walter Reimer
C'mon! There's always time for a good ravishing!
