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The skies above Tunin looked bleak. In the distance the clouds rumbled with thunder. The silver towers of the patron’s palace glowed from the lightning above. Donnar did not seem happy with Tunin this morning. It was as if you could see the great god of storms face in the clouds. It must have been the Council of Lords most recent law, ‘Thou shalt not worship when raining’. Donnar was usually worshiped during Donis, the month of rain. Now, though, it was either go to jail or be smote by the gods.
Regi Vark hoped his father, Lord Dmri Vark, a member of the Council of Lords, did not vote to bring this law into action. He wondered why the patron did not veto this law, it made no sense and everyone knew, Patron Louis VIII was an avid worshipper of Donnar.
Regi entered the palace just as a bolt of lightning flashed in the stormy clouds above. It would be a bad omen to some but not to Regi. He quickly approached the marble stairs, he was almost late-- He only had two minutes before the patron awoke; He needed to be right outside his sleeping chamber when he walked out.
As Regi approached the bed chamber doors, he did not hear snoring, like he normally he did, but a group of voices yelling. A cold sweat started down Regi’s brow. He had been a loyal clerk and servant for the patron for eight months now. His father had pulled at least twenty string to get him this job. His father had recently risen to the rank of lord, himself. Having a son with bad work ethic would be an inferior mark on his reputation.
Regi softly knocked on the door. There was silence after the knock. He patted down his auburn hair. His hair was very unruly in the morning, but one must look perfect in front of the patron. The large doors opened, the patron was still in his nightgown.
“Mr. Vark, it was about time you arrived.” Said the patron in a very calm tone. “I need you to take down notes from this impromptu meeting.” The patron chuckled. He always thought he was a funny man, even if his sense of humor was dry.
Regi walked into a bedroom full of council members, including his father. It was quite awkward seeing his father, since it had been three months since they had a civil conversation. The last time they saw each other, his father had thrown a lamp at his head.
He slowly nodded to all the council members. He smiled at Lady Michi Filyn, the daughter of the patron. She was the same age as Regi. She also was one of the prettiest women in the entire city. She and Regi had spent some time together since he got the job. She seemed to like his company and he definitely liked hers.
They retreated through a hidden door in the bed chamber’s walls. The other side of the door held a large meeting room. There was a long table with eight oak chairs, three on the left side and four on the right. The head of the table contained quite a remarkably carved chair, it had regal cheetahs for legs, and this was obviously for the patron.
All the Council members took their seats after the patron, as was customary. They all stared at him intently. His graying hair was a sign of wisdom in Tutin. He had been the patron for over twenty years now and he was one of the most accomplished rulers in all the Tun Plains. He glanced over at Regi.
“Mr. Vark, I need you to dictate something?” Regi nodded with respect.
Dear horrible ruler of Polin,
How dare you declare war on our peaceful city. What have we ever done to you?
We will not submit to your threats. We have a standing army that will gladly give
their lives to defend our fair city. I have intelligence that you have conquered other
land in your area. Rest assured we will not only defeat you when you reach us but will
defeat you on your land, too. We will return the land you have stolen to its rightful
owners. You have been warned.
With little regard,
Patron Louis VIII of Tunin
Regi’s mouth gaped open. He had no idea the Patron could be so un-diplomatic. He had heard Polin was expanding its borders but he didn’t think they would declare war with Tunin. The city was the most technologically advanced city in the entire world. Most people would have the sense not to declare war on Tunin, but obviously not Polin.
“Sir, are you sure that is what you want to write?” Regi was worried; the ruler of Polin was not the sanest man and did not respond well to threats.
“Of course that is what I want. This man shall not take our beautiful city form us, ever!” the Patron’s face was red and he was sweating. Lady Filyn rushed to his side. She was always the loving daughter that every father wanted.
“Are you alright, daddy? You should take a relaxing bath.”
“Y-yes, my dear. All I need to do is take a relaxing bath and get ready for the day.” The Patron said, clutching the left side of his chest. He looked around the room. “You are all dismissed. We will not meet for two days. That should be sufficient time for a reply from that monster.” The Patron winced. “Lord Vark, I need you to alert Magistrate Rexid to be ready for a coming conflict.”
Regi had only met Magistrate Rexid once, at an elite ball for the royal family and their friends. He was a large, aging man with a flat face and white hair. He was a loud as they came, always taking the littlest thing out of proportion.
Rexid was the head of the Code Keepers, commonly shortened to Keepers. The Keepers were the peacekeeping force of Tunin. They patrolled the city on the backs of Like most power players in Tunin he had reached his position through family connections. He took his career very seriously, though, He wanted to keep crime Tunin as minimal as possible. He knew there would always be somebody hurting somebody but as long as crime was contained, he was content.
The whole council, except Lady Michi Fylin, shuffled into the corridor outside the Patron’s chambers. Regi soon followed, he made sure the Patron was alright and had all he needed. The Patron usually took an hour to get prepared for the day, it wasn’t because he was old and slow it was because he wanted to look exquisite, and that took a long time.
the council members dispersed through the connecting corridors, they each had a job to do and they all had to do it as soon as possible. Regi scurried to his father. It was always good to approach Lord Vark without picking your feet off the ground less you surprise him. The last person to accidently sneak up on him, accidently got a fire spell to the face; he was a very paranoid man.
“Father, Father. Will you please slow down? I need to talk to you” a bead of sweat dripped off his eyebrow. It was unusually hot in the palace that morning.
“I cannot, son” Lord Vark’s tone was surprisingly civil, it did not have a hint of anger. “I have to speak with Magistrate Rexid as soon as possible.”
“But we need to talk. I haven’t seen you in three months.”
“Do we have to do this now?” the Lord said with a slight annoyance in his voice. “I know we need to speak but the magistrate is more important right now.”
He knew his father did not mean it in an insulting matter but it still hurt him, subconsciously.
“Fine, then. May I come to the estate tonight, then? I haven’t seen mother in so long and I miss her cooking.” Unlike most women of elite class in Tunin, Lady Vark loved to prepare her own food and only hired kitchen servants to be souse chefs.
“Fine, be at the estate at seven, no later. You should bring a nice bottle of brandy. I have been craving it and I know you have a fine collection.” Lord Vark smirked, which was extremely an out of character.
A broad grinned spread across Regi’s face. He thought he might actually reconcile with his father. Regi stopped walking but his dad kept going. His father needed to get to Magistrate Redix as soon as possible and Regi understood that.
“Seven it is. I will bring my finest brandy.” Regi turned around. His office was at the other side of the corridor he needed to file some paper work and make a copy of the letter. The Patron would want to see it as soon as he was prepared for the day and the copying spell would at least take seventeen minutes to copy the letter.