The continuation of the meeting between Sydgard and Perdan as the forces moved into the neighboring region of Brive. With the region being rogue and Perdan beginning their takeover of the region, the southern nobles met to discuss what they would do in the region...
(This is on going...)
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Cradled upon the largest hill in the region of Brive, the Great Lord's Manor towered above the primary village. This manor was constructed decades ago, during the Third Age, by Sangue Raiva. The Butcher of Perdan, as Sangue called himself, was the Lord of Brive for many years prior to becoming the King of Perdan. During Sangue's time as Lord of Brive, there were often rumors of nefarious dealings in this manor. Missing people would often be said to have been taken here to visit Sangue before their disappearance. Though none of these rumors were ever confirmed, the locals still believed that the many lost souls haunted these halls.
Ghosts never bothered Igor Foote, Thegn of Sydgard, for he did not believe in them. Some invisible person staying around after they have died? What a silly notion, Igor had never seen one and if he didn't see it, then it didn't exist. Others though, who were now here in the Great Hall of the Lord's Manor, may have found the setting unnerving. All of the nobles currently in Brive were invited to this Great Hall in order to celebrate the recent victories and discuss the future. Igor had no patience for discussion and chose to get right to the eating.
While most in Brive were busy taking this Manor away from the rogue man who called himself the King of Brive, Igor and his men were preoccupied with confiscating local farm animals. Now that the animals were freshly slaughtered and cooked, Igor enjoyed the spoils of conquest. As one noble spoke to all present, Igor viciously bit and tore the meat that clung to the hog ribs in front of him. The smacking sounds of him chewing with his mouth open could easily be heard by all who were at the table at the head of the room. Igor glanced over to his right at the large windows to his side, the sunlight pouring in through the freshly cleaned glass. After swallowing the mouthful of meat Igor took another massive bite as he was completely oblivious to the conversation.
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Alyssa had called a meeting of the nobles to prepare them for the takeover in Brive. She had protested the venue's selection as the army's headquarters in the region, but it was in the most convenient spot. Hesitant due to her familiarity with the manor's bloody history and the unsavory rumors surrounding it, she eventually relented. The nobles met in the hall, a large map of the region and all its rivers, hamlets, and villages spread out on the table.
"Lord Durnik, please ensure the scouts keep coming in from the border regions we must..." Alyssa shook her head, distracted by the sound of loud chewing from several places down the table. Ignoring it, she continued. "we must ensure we have an eye on their forces. We cannot allow ourselves to b taken by surprise." At the sound of a bone clattering across the stone floor, Alyssa turned to the big bald man sitting further down the table smacking his lips as he chewed. She waited for him to finish before she continued.
"Lady Dustiria," Alyssa said turning to the red-haired woman on her left. "please take the Noire Cavalry and follow the river up to" sllluurrrrrpppppppp gulp.
She stopped again, glaring at Igor as he gulped wine loudly out of a jeweled goblet in the middle of her sentence.
She bit the inside of her lip in consternation as the big bald man took another bite of the meat in front of him, a big splotch of grease falling from his fingers to the map, where it landed in a small puddle smearing the ink.
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She listens to Alyssa as the Imperatrix tries to give her orders and covers a smile as she gets distracted by Igor.
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An eerie silence befell the room as a glob of grease soaked into the map of Brive. Igor swallowed the mouthful of meat and glanced around at the others to see all were looking towards him. Unsure of why everyone was quiet, Igor thought about the matter at hand. What were they talking about? He wasn't paying attention and didn't know. Taking is best guess he decided to pretend like he was following along.
"Igor agree with Alys...sa," he said prior to wiping his mouth with his hand, leaving behind even more grease in his unkempt beard, "Igor think that Igor Men go take lake." Igor started tapping the blob of grease on the map, mistaking it for a lake that didn't exist. Noticing the moisture on his finger, Igor decided to not let the grease go to waste. Igor's eyes widened and watered as the bitter ink filled his mouth. Shaking his head vigorously he attempted to rid himself of the horrendous taste. With this failure Igor's contorted expression turned towards his goblet. After hastily emptying the cup Igor slammed it back on the table and let out a burp. Smacking his lips, Igor was satisfied now that the flavor of ink dissipated.
Igor looked around at the others who seemed to still be glaring at him. Wondering if others wanted food too, Igor checked to see how much food he had left. There was still a large plate full and more on the way if needed. Plenty to go around surely! Igor wasn't sure who it was to his left but the next person was a red-haired lady. Thin she was and definitely in need of a meal. Igor tore apart a few ribs with his meaty hands sending more grease onto the map.
"Red Hair Lady want some Igor Food?" he asked with a smile as he waved the hunk of pork in front of her, "rib tasty, make Red Hair Lady happy. Igor no mind, Igor share." Igor continued to reach with his thick hair army across the front of another noble in order to wave this chunk of ribs in the face of Dustiria.
