Erillian Blackguard: Spider King
The prevention of the civil war in wonderland at this point was not an option. Erillian sat at the base of a massive oak, brooding on this fact. He would have to do one of two things: leave, or pick a side. Whichever side he picked, that side would think itself the good side, the right side. That's why, Erillian thought, civil wars sucked. They all think they’re doing the right thing. Selfish bastards the lot of them. Assassins, poison, trickery, torture… it was already a war without soldiers. Not one person could have possibly painted a more vivid picture of a bunch of fools. What were they doing? Did they not realize what the hell was going on? Erillian stood for a moment at the base of a tree, while his spies flooded him with information. The failed assassination of Lordshire. The switching of Brae and Haigha’s powers. Miranda got stoned, and Erillian could care less what else was happening. This was going to hard to sort out. but you don’t have to sort it out he thought.
yes I do.
why?
I feel like it. Shut up, conscience.
whatever.
Doing nothing was dull work. For the past many days he let events unfold as he gathered information, learning of the happenings of Wonderland City. There was the healer, Thorn. There was the newly recovered Lordshire. There was Brae, to whom Erillian still felt some sort of loyalty. Brae had it figured out. He wasn’t a dumbass like some of the others. He made a mental note to have his spiders replace Yamani's stash with green tea, or oregano, or something other than pot. After several moments of pondering, he made a decision: Green tea. It smells nicer.
“Hey,” he leaned in to one of the spiders. “Go find some green tea and swap it for Yamani's pot stash. She needs to get her s**t together. And leaver her a note.”
“I can’t write, boss.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting to that.” He pulled out a charcoal pencil and a scrap of parchment, and hastily scrawled: Drink it. Clear your head. Fix your mistakes. Move on. You’ll thank me, maybe. -- E. “There. Do you know where to go, or do you need a map? If you can read a map, that is.”
“Yeah, funny. For that, maybe I’ll lay eggs in your beer.” the spider said with a laugh.
“Sounds like a breakfast.” Erillian grinned.
“Dick.” said the spider, lightheartedly. This is how Kings should act with their subjects. If Royalty could just be like friends... Erillian couldn’t dwell now. He had some notes to send. He pulled some more parchment from his pocket. He didn’t have much left. He wrote for Lordshire:
Get well soon! I heard it was a painful healing process. Check your whiskey more often. Maybe hire a drinking buddy. Also, your kids keep eating my spies. That’ll get them sick. --E
To Brae he wrote:
Your best bet to win a civil war is an alliance between the queens. Try and get to one of them. Your best bet to preventing one: Take your queen and flee. --E
To Regina he wrote:
You’re a mother now, Reg. That makes you vulnerable. Run. --E
And then he was out of parchment. He would have to talk to Luna some other way. He shrugged. He figured that, should she wish a conversation, she would find him. He could find her whenever he wanted. So he went back to doing nothing. Maybe I’ll get letters! he thought.
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