Scurging

[Rit Megliaf]

Rit's eyes scanned across paper after paper as he fidled with a letter opener in his hands. He enjoyed twirling the letter opener much more than reading these papers but they were one of the chores that came with being the lord of this great city. But something recently that came to light actually made him doubt the greatness of this city. Five of his most trusted advisors, who all were also religiously inclined, were caught red handed planning a revolt. The were all tried, found guilty, and sentenced to be beheaded all under Rit's watchfull eye. Now he had two things to deal with. The first of the matter was to find five new advisors and that is what some of the papers were about. They were letter asking to become the new advisors but Rit had rejected all of them. He couldn't trust a single one of the bunch. He needed someone that thought and acted exactly like he did.

The other issue was at the top of his mind mostly and at the top of the common folks' gossip. After the incident with the five advisors he had become very untrusting of everyone and everything. He had become easy to charge people of treason for the smallest acts or just because he thought that they would cause a rebellion, especially when it came to the religious. And so to solve all this he was launching a religious scurge of the city. His idea was that if their was no religion then there wouldn't be a rebelion. So he was sending the army around to find any and every religious invidual in the city. He had been doing this all along since he original became Lord but he had kept it quiet and small. It seemed like a good time now to bring it to full force.

He placed the letter opener onto the desk and moved his gaze to the empty tea cup. He was begining to get thirsty again from all the stress he was putting himself through and anyways his slave girl should have refilled this cup a while ago. "There is going to be a whipin tonight!" His mighty voice bellowed throughout the entire mansion. "Every moment that pasts untill you enter this room means more lashes!" He let his eyes drift back to the papers and read another letter critizing his scurge.

[Asheira]

Asheira heard him, she knew she should have had his cup refilled before he knew it was empty,. But she didn’t seem to care all too much, what was another beating? They had become an apparent lifetime hurtle, something so familiar that it mattered not any longer. She sighed, turned her gaze from the window in the room adjoining his and walked in, slowly, carrying a new cup with piping hot tea ready inside.

When she reached his desk, she took the empty cup in one hand and set the other down in its place. “Milord, I am sorry, it had to steep.” She said, knowing too, that he would hear no excuses, for one reason or the next, they always seemed to want everything to appear magically, as if their slaves could perform such tasks. She often mused on the fact that so many slaves that even showed the slightest bit of magic in their being had been executed on the spot. Can’t have a slave using magic to get away and live a peaceful life, now can we?

[Rit Megliaf]

Rit snatched the cup out of her hand before it touch his oak desk, god forbid that it leaved a stain. This was a huge thing in his book with her being late with his tea and all. It just added more frustration to the allready frustrating day and made him drink the tea without cooling it down first. Pulling the cup away from his mouth and swallowed the bit of boiling tea he did manage to drink. "It's too hot," he complained before blowing on the cup for a moment. Once he was pleased with the temperature of the tea he finished it off in one gulp and then placed it back on the table. It was refreshing but wasn't what he needed. What he needed was a plague or something that only killed the religious, now that would be nice. So he allwed his gazee to travel back down to the massive amounts of paper.

But something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. His slave was still in the room. He turned his head towards the girl and held the tea cup out toward her. "Shouldn't you be cleaning or cooking or something" He said in a dissmissing voice and handed her the cup. His sight moved back to the papers but then suddenly an idea came to his mind. He looked back at the slave. This idea was far diferent than what he usualy thought but he somewhat liked it. "Scrap that last thought, go to town and look for anyone that looks trustworthy." He looked back at the papers. "Go allready!"

[Asheira]

Asheira started to turn away and just as she had taken one step towards gratefully leaving his company, he stopped her again. If he could have seen the rolling of her eyes just then, that surely would have been trouble, but, alas, that would have been impossible. She turned and regarded him as he ordered once again and, after he had finished speaking, she inclined her head and, with the two cups in her hand, she walked out of his office and into the hallway, down the corridor a ways to the kitchen where she laid the cups on the counter for the dish staff to attend to.

Asheira wondered, what she should do, should she follow his orders and bring back trustworthy individuals, or perhaps at least one whom she knew he could not trust, just for the sake of getting back at him for his beatings. She smiled to herself. “Yes, that is precisely what I will do.” She whispered to herself and was off to collect those he wished for, and at the very least, one he would not.