Tremere's Tales, Chapter One

[Lathros 377]

      “Ah, but of course. Your kingliness that is.” his king nodded him off as he walked down to get more wine for the king. He sighs sharply as he walks behind the first wall away from the king. He begins muttering to himself, watching as he wants no one to hear him “I’ve been stuck with this ******* king for twenty-two years. I’m sick of him, he cares for nobody, kills the innocent. But, what shall I do? I’m only his royal servant. It’s not like he’ll die tomorrow. He’s the picture of health, he has started his kingship at the age of seventeen, after his father passed away.” he reaches the cache of food and begins talking at his normal level voice again “Ah, right, food.” he puts his finger up to his lips, wondering what the king shall eat. Knowing that if he messes up, his head will be gone, he begins speaking again “Ah, salted cod. T’is will work great for him, he loves cod.”. He puts the cod on the silver platter and puts it upon his hand walking ever so slowly as for it to not fall off. He reaches the table and bows “Your highness, I have brought you the most elegant food, your favorite salted cod. It was caught off the coast of Yemar yesterday. Enjoy.” he backs up, his head still facing the ground, his back still at the bowing angle. He begins walking merrily back to find a seat in his corridor. He stops, he feels a chill come up his spine, he flinches as the king’s coarse, rich, angered voice pierces his ears “Tremere! What is the meaning of this? This is not salted cod, but merely month old horse meat”. Tremere knew this in his heart, he knew someday his shenanigans would be caught. He never took his “job” seriously. He always flipped about with his king, he never laughed at death. He now come to realizes the harsh reality of it, the pain rushing down his spine. 

 

      He walks down the hardened clay, his hands tied with rope, his eyes blinded by the light of the plains. His ears picking up the faintest of conversations. He drops to his knees outside, the dirt collecting on his skin tight trousers. His knees became bruised. The king turns to the executioner, his voice echoing with the very seriousness that brought this nation up from nothingness “Kill him, kill him with the utmost disrespect. Make it slow and painful.” The king drops down, his eyes looking at Tremere’s face, his poor dust covered face. “Ahh, Tremere. Did you think not after all these years I would not remember? After all these times you have betrayed me?” his tone raises “Did you think I was stupid? Did you think I have a lower intelligence than a fattened pig?”. Tremere laughs sarcastically “Yes.”. The king raises up to his normal height, his large muscles visible through his current garnement, his height equal to the executioner’s which roughly stands at a normal six foot and a half foot man. His whispers in the executioner’s ear “Make it the most pain anyone in this land could ever feel, make it slow and harsh, make his eyes bleed sorrow and pain. I want him dead by high sun, today”. He walks away slowly but swiftly, his head up high, his ego tremendous. His nobles follow, but not before spitting on Tremere. The executioner turns on his heels waiting for the sight no one wishes to see. He pulls up Tremere by the back of his forearm, he unties him whispering, but with all the loudness and seriousness of a shout “Run you fool, run”. Tremere sprints out of city, laughing with glee “I’ve served him for only twenty-two years, it feels like a century. He leaves the main gate, sweat rapidly dripping down his forehead, making his face a shiny white. He pants a bit before letting a few words out of his mouth “Goodbye, goodbye Almere, I’ll come back. Oh, I’ll come back”. 

 

      He walks to a nearby river, drops to his knees and forms a cup with his hands, he then drops his hands like an anvil, making a small splash bringing his hands up to his mouth he continues his routine for numerous minutes, occasionally splashing his face, his brown beard now a light black from the water, it drips down into his lap. Standing up he looks at his clothes “No more need for these royal clothes. Eh?”. Tremere proceeds to rip them at the knee, forming a pair of shorts, using the excess to form a bandanna. He also rips off his shirt at the elbow, tying the ends together he forms a pouch. “Time to get somewhere, a little less, evil.” he walks for a night before reaching the glorious gates of Ritan. His face dirty with dust and debris he walks into the city and takes off his bandanna and rubs his face clean. Tremere follows a little dirt path leading left of the main road. Reaching the second house on the right he knocks on the wooden door, his knocks slow and consistent “Brother?” a man opens the door, there is a silence between them for a few seconds, they then hug smiling at each other. The taller of the two, Tremere, pats his older brother on the back. “Nice to see you. It’s been far too long.” he laughs saying it. His brother looking at him, with a slightly worried face. Tremere notices it and begins to question him “Is, is everything alright? How’s your wife? Is she sick? What about your children, Katah and Ruman?” his brother interrupts him “Everyone is fine. Who I’m worried about is you. What happened? Why are you here?”. Tremere tells his brother, Furmere, his story. Furmere is in shock, he stutters as he begins to speak “W - Wh - What? You almost got killed!?” Tremere laughs loudly “Aye” Furmere shushing him “Don’t wake the kids! It’s only over midnight. So shush!” Tremere realizing “Oh, right”. His brother asking him “So, what brought you here.”. Tremere is dumbfounded “Seriously? You are my only brother. Where the **** else would I go?”. “What about - “ Tremere interrupting him “Not my brother” pointing at him “He’s your’s”. Furmere saying “Ahh, right.” then questioning him further “So, any other reasons?” him making a weird face “Any plots?” Tremere nods, shocking Furmere “Ahh, I could’ve known. So, get out.”. Tremere begging him “What? Let me stay. You won’t have to get involved” turning his head to the side and whispering “Yet”. Furmere firmly stating “I heard that now leave”. “Tremere getting back to his feet, a whole 7 inches above Furmere “Let me tell you it first. Seem fair?” Furmere sighs, nodding.

 

      Tremere tells him his plan, he tells him all the small little details, all the nooks and crannies. He puts his pouch on the table “I’ve collected some berries, are you hungry?” Furmere shaking his head “No, not right now. Thank you though”. Tremere puts a couple in his mouth before yawning and stretching his hands far apart, “Well, I am going to sleep now. I will see you in the morning.” as he begins to say that a rooster crows “Ahh, right. Morning. Well, I’ll see you this afternoon.” He grabs a bucket of water lying in the kitchen where they were speaking he takes a few sips and walks over to a couch comprised of hay and straw. Plopping down he snoozes of, the next day of his would be an adventurous one. He hears the footsteps of his brother going to his room and shutting his door, which caused his little clay house to drop a few more specs of dried up clay to fall. The house now silent.

 

[Knox213 10]

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