Author's Notes: 872 words. The NaNo writing ends at "It was not reassuring." You can tell because the following writing is slightly better, slightly funnier, and has even more characters (I will never stop making them. :P).
It was mid-morning by the
time the small gathering of some of the most prestigious people in that part of
the world had commenced.
"The land of
Haughein to the south will be yours, if you are so willing to move those in the
area," spoke a gray-haired, blue-eyed orator, gracefully pointing to the
spot on the map where the tiny state had been drawn elegantly.
At the front of the
table, a massive, bipedal bear in a suit of armor that barely fit it, and had
been partly ditched for a cloth around his waist, grumbled and gently scratched
his chin. "If 'ou don't move all your victims there."
The orator chuckled
gently. It was not reassuring.
The un-charming,
un-charmed snake of Claec, Alsather Merione, rarely laughed in any form; it was
not in his character. All bystanders
froze, a shivering feeling working its way down their spines. His smile
instantly turned into a frown, and he spoke slowly, deliberately. “It is costly and time-consuming to move
my…resources…on such short notice, in or out of the land, as I should imagine
your people will be entering that land quickly.
I will do as I can, and you may deal with the rest; this has always been
our agreement.”
The bear scowled, but
waved in a man in armor and dark-blue leather, the latter carrying a metal
chalice. Intimidated, he only thought of
saying, “My children don’t want ta’ walk to your swamps and fight fools with
pitchforks. Did ya’ know how long it
took ta’ clear Rigismend?” He slurped
the wine in the chalice.
A burly man beside the bear,
wearing rugged and torn clothes underneath a few pieces of shining armor,
sneered at the bear. “Kasimir won’t like
the taste of that.”
That bear poked his head
up, loosely wiping the wine dripping from the edges of his mouth and chin in a
futile and lazy gesture. “What he don’t
know don’t hurt him.”
“And how many snakes are
there?” blurted out a small girl to Alsather’s side. Frail in her form, she wore a purple and
black dress that stretched down to her knees, which were only partly covered by
long, black boots. Blonde ringlets
streamed from the back of her head as she stared up nervously into Alsather’s
eerie stare. The girl had an unhealthy
pallor in her face, itself too unnaturally smooth and pale. Her cheekbones were showing, and one of her
ears wiggled slightly in what was a nervous tic. “A few dozen, I think. What about the people? How many thousands of them have to die
or flee? Why are you harming my kind for
the sake of yours? Aren’t we in the same
country?”
The bear frowned at
her. If it wasn’t for the fact she could
barely look above the table, she may have noticed. As it stood, she was already cowering from
Alsather. “Why da’ ya’ bring ‘er here?”
he commented gruffly to Alsather after a few seconds. “She ain’t here but to hide under the table
and treat ya’ like a king and master.
Which you ain’t.”
Alsather’s frown grew
deeper, but he ignored the bear’s commentary as he looked between the bear and
the girl. “Cerin is the Queen of Claec,”
he finally said, after some pondering. “I
am her regent. Without her father and
mother, she is but a naughty and inexperienced child. I bring her here to teach her a lesson for
her irrational behavior. I would think
that the leaders of Walenty would not resort to taking personal shots at their
allies.”
In response, the burly
man raised out his arm, palm outstretched in the direction of Alsather, his
other hand gesturing to the rows of scars and cuts along the limb in question,
including a missing finger. “I was a
slave too,” he said simply, before rapidly shifting his form into that of a
bipedal wolf. “And we’re allies, but the
Mad King runs the real show. As for
Kasimir, he made you give him your throne, even when he couldn’t take over the
country himself. He is your ruler, and
you don’t want to take shots at his men.
Do you—”
“Enough!” The bear raised his chalice before slamming
his fist on the table, rustling the maps in the center and causing Alsather to
take a step back in surprise. Somebody
struck their head against the underside of the table as he noted, “Our
countries need each other, and I’m not gettin’ in the way of that. Just wanted to point it out, that she might
be a child, and she was tryin’ to hold onto my leg a minute ago, but it’s like
she’s always naughty, and the punishment is always somethin’ about lives.” Cerin, nursing a bump on her head, pushed her
way out of the table and shivered as Alsather placed his hand on her
shoulder. The bear sighed and set the
goblet out in front of him, over the map.
“He wants out ta’ lord over ya’ again, and I won’t argue anymore” – he switched
from addressing Cerin to Alsather - “There
ain’t any budging with ya’, so do what’cha will.
I’ll get soldiers in there in a few days.”
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