Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 20, 2008 1:33:38 GMT
Rain poured down outside the treehouse known as 'Eale's Nest', causing a din on the wooden shingles. Also, occasional drips..these had buckets under them, provided mostly by the Eale's many guests.
Regen Eale, Duke of the Arkains, Ambassador of Mossflower, Head Woodland Captain, and etc., sat in his bedroom, writing with great concentration and much squinting on a long piece of parchement. This involved much breaking of the pen, getting new ones, crossing out words and writing in new ones, and glaring up at his open door. Outside it, in the main room, was a large game of cards..every single beast that was being housed in the Nest was involved in this. It was extremely noisy, and clearly bothered Regen to no end.
He was attempting to compose a letter to a local merchant, requesting extra shipments of barley..normally, Lonas would be doing this, but that particular stoat had required a letter from 'a leader of said village.' Lonas wasn't really a leader..just in charge of anything else supplies-related. And Regen, being the nice man he was, didn't want to burden Terragon with the unpleasant chore.
This was all rather difficult, as Regen was a soldier and not a letter-writer. It was only made more problematic by the drinking and gambling going on in the next room.
It took him a few more seconds and another broken quill to finally snap. The golden squirrel growled, slammed the pen onto the desk in a splatter of ink, and jumped up angrily.
Tomin the fox, his erstwhile assistant and sometime squire, glanced in, took in the scene with huge yellow eyes and nodded toward the kitchen.
"A drink, Mast' Eale?"
"No, thanks." Regen figured he'd never finish the letter if he got stewed now. "Think I'll just go out fer a min'te, get s'm fresh air."
Maybe sombeast'd be out, even in the rain..Regen needed someone to talk to, about something other than military matters. Ashnel would be ideal, but his friend was off on some crazy trip and hadn't been heard from in months. Terragon maybe, or Oakrose. Heck, even MacDac Squirrel or Baraka MacErlon would be okay.
Regen kicked his way through the mob to his front door, opened it with more savagrey than required, and slammed it behind him. The woodland rang with the sound for a moment, then all was quiet.
Regen sighed, leaned back against the porch, and breathed the soggy air wearily. It had been a long week, as always..wall building, guards at the front gate, guards at the 'back gate', guards on food, water, commodities, goods..heck, Regen had found he'd needed a guard on everything once the vermin moved in. The only reason they were still here was that somebeast had insisted on giving them free food..if they were paying for camping out in Terralux, there'd be much less rabble.
The rain picked up..Regen twitched and ear and turned to look behind him, brown eyes relieved. It was afternoon, and would be nice out if it weren't for the rain..spring was settling in, and it was warm.
He turned all the way as he picked out what he thought was a figure coming through the fog and cleared his throat.
"Who's 'ere?"
Regen Eale, Duke of the Arkains, Ambassador of Mossflower, Head Woodland Captain, and etc., sat in his bedroom, writing with great concentration and much squinting on a long piece of parchement. This involved much breaking of the pen, getting new ones, crossing out words and writing in new ones, and glaring up at his open door. Outside it, in the main room, was a large game of cards..every single beast that was being housed in the Nest was involved in this. It was extremely noisy, and clearly bothered Regen to no end.
He was attempting to compose a letter to a local merchant, requesting extra shipments of barley..normally, Lonas would be doing this, but that particular stoat had required a letter from 'a leader of said village.' Lonas wasn't really a leader..just in charge of anything else supplies-related. And Regen, being the nice man he was, didn't want to burden Terragon with the unpleasant chore.
This was all rather difficult, as Regen was a soldier and not a letter-writer. It was only made more problematic by the drinking and gambling going on in the next room.
It took him a few more seconds and another broken quill to finally snap. The golden squirrel growled, slammed the pen onto the desk in a splatter of ink, and jumped up angrily.
Tomin the fox, his erstwhile assistant and sometime squire, glanced in, took in the scene with huge yellow eyes and nodded toward the kitchen.
"A drink, Mast' Eale?"
"No, thanks." Regen figured he'd never finish the letter if he got stewed now. "Think I'll just go out fer a min'te, get s'm fresh air."
Maybe sombeast'd be out, even in the rain..Regen needed someone to talk to, about something other than military matters. Ashnel would be ideal, but his friend was off on some crazy trip and hadn't been heard from in months. Terragon maybe, or Oakrose. Heck, even MacDac Squirrel or Baraka MacErlon would be okay.
Regen kicked his way through the mob to his front door, opened it with more savagrey than required, and slammed it behind him. The woodland rang with the sound for a moment, then all was quiet.
Regen sighed, leaned back against the porch, and breathed the soggy air wearily. It had been a long week, as always..wall building, guards at the front gate, guards at the 'back gate', guards on food, water, commodities, goods..heck, Regen had found he'd needed a guard on everything once the vermin moved in. The only reason they were still here was that somebeast had insisted on giving them free food..if they were paying for camping out in Terralux, there'd be much less rabble.
The rain picked up..Regen twitched and ear and turned to look behind him, brown eyes relieved. It was afternoon, and would be nice out if it weren't for the rain..spring was settling in, and it was warm.
He turned all the way as he picked out what he thought was a figure coming through the fog and cleared his throat.
"Who's 'ere?"
