by Rooiehaan #2 » Mon Jan 09, 2012 1:24 pm
"I'll say, what is that ruckus? Pirates yet again, or something more of a threat this time?" Martrim, king of Illian, grumbled. He looked up from his maps and charts and looked around the room. A couple of sleepy guards sprung into attention, and a couple of advisers quickly hid their yawning behind a hand. Martrim had been leaning on the maps depicting the various trade routes of his merchant fleets as well as the very important location of several schools of fish, one of the main ingredients of any Illian dish. He pushed himself off the table and strode to one of the many windows supplying the fortress tower they were in with the much needed cool sea breeze to keep everyone awake. He leaned against the side of the massive stone window, and looked out to where the sound had come from. He had a perfect view over his capital city bearing the same name of his kingdom, and a marvelous view over the surrounding countryside as well. His father used to say that from here, everywhere the eye could see was under his control. This was true, but what his father forgot to mention was that the eye could only see half his empire from here; the other half, the half border-lining the other two nations, was shrouded in mystery if it wasn't for his dozen of self proclaimed 'warlords', heads of families given land and influence in trade of the vow to keep his borders secure. Every once in a while these heads would send letters about recent occurrences, and Martrim knew it wouldn't take long for any letters about that ominous sound to reach him. All he had to do is wait.
But as his advisers knew too well, Martrim hated waiting.
"Saddle the horses, at once!" He shouted to a servant, making the man hastily fly down the stairs and towards the stables. Martrim himself wrapped up the meeting rather quick, before heading down the stairs as well; to change his dressing gown into something a bit more... royal.
(Dat rant D: sorry :p)
Breathe easy, the doctors are about to arrive.
