cgraven
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“A Hunt Through Time”
This is a closed thread for sweetblueeyedgirl and cgraven. Please read along and enjoy.
The streets were bustling with excitement the period of mourning was over. It was true the archbishop’s and the royal heralds had proclaimed it just this morning. The three month mourning period for the late king Olaf Fleetfoot had been accomplished, now it was time for a new king to be chosen. The kingdom of Norske was not like the kingdoms to the south. The Kingship was not hereditary as that of the Franks, Angles and Saxons. Nor was it as chaotic or as laced with deception and trickery and even poison as the duchies of the Inland Sea. No the king would be chosen in the old way by a hunt, to the swiftest and most cunning would go the crown and the royal hind. There was just one problem there was no royal hind to hunt.
Lars Darkling the Court Soccer paced up and down in his chamber high in the eastern tower of Stonehaven nowhere in the seven realms was there a suitable royal hind. He slowly slumped in his chair there was nothing to do but send for the slaver Yuri. Yuri was the lowest of the low but he could provide what Lars Darkling and the court of Stonehaven so desperately needed and yet with Yuri there was always a catch. The slaver would not simply provide what Stonehaven needed if there was to be a new king, but he would force Lars Darkling, the Court Soccer, to bid for what he so desperately needed at a public auction. Even if Yuri could acquire what was needed Lars could still be out bid.
“Yuri she must be chaste, untouched, virginal…………. And she must be fertile.”
Lars sighed. Yuri knew as well as Lars Darkling what was required of a royal hind he made a low bow with all the flourishes that great court soccer would expect. When Yuri reached his hovel and the now empty slave pens e called to his assistants Boris and Loki,
“Fire up the chariot of the gods we have slave to gather.”
Boris and Loki rubbed their hands together in anticipation of the slave raid as they fed the boiler of the chariot. Boris watched the steam pressure slowly build as Loki dawned the outrageous custom these little adventures required. Then Loki tended the watched as Boris changed.
Master all is ready!”
Boris called excitedly.
The three men strapped themselves The Chariot of the gods. Yuri pointed it at a dark spot in the heavens, and they rocketed skyward. Buffed by the winds of time and space Yuri struggled to hold his course, the slightest deviation could lead to disaster. Landing as always was a haphazard affair that resulted in the usual cuts and scrapes. When at last the chariot had come to a stop Yuri looked out on his hunting grounds a small northeastern college town in the year 2016.
“ Boris tend the boiler and alien the chariot for our return to Stonehaven.”
He then turned to Loki.
“I think the injured dog Loki.”
As Yuri spoke his body began to contort and change, where a man had once stood now an injured dog had taken his place and limped down to the college campus. Loki followed his Master slipping from shadow to shadow. This was not the first time they had hunted here. Yuri gave a pitiful whimpering yelp. The hunt was on for the royal hind.
This is a closed thread for sweetblueeyedgirl and cgraven. Please read along and enjoy.
The streets were bustling with excitement the period of mourning was over. It was true the archbishop’s and the royal heralds had proclaimed it just this morning. The three month mourning period for the late king Olaf Fleetfoot had been accomplished, now it was time for a new king to be chosen. The kingdom of Norske was not like the kingdoms to the south. The Kingship was not hereditary as that of the Franks, Angles and Saxons. Nor was it as chaotic or as laced with deception and trickery and even poison as the duchies of the Inland Sea. No the king would be chosen in the old way by a hunt, to the swiftest and most cunning would go the crown and the royal hind. There was just one problem there was no royal hind to hunt.
Lars Darkling the Court Soccer paced up and down in his chamber high in the eastern tower of Stonehaven nowhere in the seven realms was there a suitable royal hind. He slowly slumped in his chair there was nothing to do but send for the slaver Yuri. Yuri was the lowest of the low but he could provide what Lars Darkling and the court of Stonehaven so desperately needed and yet with Yuri there was always a catch. The slaver would not simply provide what Stonehaven needed if there was to be a new king, but he would force Lars Darkling, the Court Soccer, to bid for what he so desperately needed at a public auction. Even if Yuri could acquire what was needed Lars could still be out bid.
“Yuri she must be chaste, untouched, virginal…………. And she must be fertile.”
Lars sighed. Yuri knew as well as Lars Darkling what was required of a royal hind he made a low bow with all the flourishes that great court soccer would expect. When Yuri reached his hovel and the now empty slave pens e called to his assistants Boris and Loki,
“Fire up the chariot of the gods we have slave to gather.”
Boris and Loki rubbed their hands together in anticipation of the slave raid as they fed the boiler of the chariot. Boris watched the steam pressure slowly build as Loki dawned the outrageous custom these little adventures required. Then Loki tended the watched as Boris changed.
Master all is ready!”
Boris called excitedly.
The three men strapped themselves The Chariot of the gods. Yuri pointed it at a dark spot in the heavens, and they rocketed skyward. Buffed by the winds of time and space Yuri struggled to hold his course, the slightest deviation could lead to disaster. Landing as always was a haphazard affair that resulted in the usual cuts and scrapes. When at last the chariot had come to a stop Yuri looked out on his hunting grounds a small northeastern college town in the year 2016.
“ Boris tend the boiler and alien the chariot for our return to Stonehaven.”
He then turned to Loki.
“I think the injured dog Loki.”
As Yuri spoke his body began to contort and change, where a man had once stood now an injured dog had taken his place and limped down to the college campus. Loki followed his Master slipping from shadow to shadow. This was not the first time they had hunted here. Yuri gave a pitiful whimpering yelp. The hunt was on for the royal hind.