FSW: Orders in the night, G (Canine Capers)
Aug 23, 2020 11:31:06 GMT 10
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Post by Kypriotha on Aug 23, 2020 11:31:06 GMT 10
Series: Canine Capers
Title: Orders in the night
Rating: G
Event: Fun in the Sun - With a little help from my friends
Words: 488
Summary: An early morning call and orders from Lord Gershom has Farmer wide awake. This is the story of Farmer's call out for the Hunt in Mastiff. This is technically the third fic of my little Triathlon arc (chronology wise), but I'm posting it now because it's almost the end of August and the other one isn't finished yet!
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The call came in the early hours of the morning. Farmer jerked awake as the mage mirror he kept by his bed for times such as these started emitting a strong blue light and a buzzing sound. He groped about with one hand as he used the other to push himself up to sitting.
“Farmer.” Lord Gershom’s voice was soft, but clear. Farmer should have known it was him from the intensity of both the light and the buzzing, thankfully muted now Farmer had picked up the mirror. Only a handful of people could contact him via this mirror and only 2 of them knew the spell words to trigger such an urgent call.
“My lord.” Farmer’s voice was gravelly with sleep, but the look on Gershom’s face was waking him up fast. “You have need of me.”
“Yes,” Gershom said, gazing directly at Farmer through the mirror. “I need you at the royal dock at the harbour 2 hours before midday today. Bring your full mage kit and supplies for a woods Hunt of 3 days. Tell no one where you’re bound or who the summons came from.”
Farmer’s eyebrows had been rising and went right up at the last sentence. Nothing good came from orders in the night, but this was the strangest midnight summons he’d ever received – and being a Provost’s mage with some slightly unusual skills, he’d received a fair few of them.
“No one?” he asked Gershom softly, already getting out of bed and beginning to assemble some of the things he would need. “What about my captain or commander? They’re used to me being borrowed, but usually with some form of official orders.”
Gershom briefly rubbed his hand across his eyes. “You can tell your district commander that I’ve requested your aid, effective immediately, but nothing more than that. I’ll try to get word to her too, but I don’t have much time.”
“Yes my lord.”
Farmer began putting the mirror down, his mind already on what else he would need to pack, but his lord’s voice caused him to pick the mirror up again before the speaking spell was cancelled.
“I would recommend you get some more sleep now if you can. I don’t know what the rest of the day will hold.”
“Yes my lord.”
The mirror flashed once and Gershom’s face faded as he ended the spell at his end. Farmer slowly laid it back on the table next to his bed and paused his packing to contemplate the Lord Provost’s last order. He knew it made sense, when he didn’t need to be at the docks (the royal dock) for hours yet, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go back to sleep now. Gershom’s tense look and strange orders had him wide awake. This was strangest summons for a Hunt he’d ever received. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what the Hunt itself would hold.
Title: Orders in the night
Rating: G
Event: Fun in the Sun - With a little help from my friends
Words: 488
Summary: An early morning call and orders from Lord Gershom has Farmer wide awake. This is the story of Farmer's call out for the Hunt in Mastiff. This is technically the third fic of my little Triathlon arc (chronology wise), but I'm posting it now because it's almost the end of August and the other one isn't finished yet!
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The call came in the early hours of the morning. Farmer jerked awake as the mage mirror he kept by his bed for times such as these started emitting a strong blue light and a buzzing sound. He groped about with one hand as he used the other to push himself up to sitting.
“Farmer.” Lord Gershom’s voice was soft, but clear. Farmer should have known it was him from the intensity of both the light and the buzzing, thankfully muted now Farmer had picked up the mirror. Only a handful of people could contact him via this mirror and only 2 of them knew the spell words to trigger such an urgent call.
“My lord.” Farmer’s voice was gravelly with sleep, but the look on Gershom’s face was waking him up fast. “You have need of me.”
“Yes,” Gershom said, gazing directly at Farmer through the mirror. “I need you at the royal dock at the harbour 2 hours before midday today. Bring your full mage kit and supplies for a woods Hunt of 3 days. Tell no one where you’re bound or who the summons came from.”
Farmer’s eyebrows had been rising and went right up at the last sentence. Nothing good came from orders in the night, but this was the strangest midnight summons he’d ever received – and being a Provost’s mage with some slightly unusual skills, he’d received a fair few of them.
“No one?” he asked Gershom softly, already getting out of bed and beginning to assemble some of the things he would need. “What about my captain or commander? They’re used to me being borrowed, but usually with some form of official orders.”
Gershom briefly rubbed his hand across his eyes. “You can tell your district commander that I’ve requested your aid, effective immediately, but nothing more than that. I’ll try to get word to her too, but I don’t have much time.”
“Yes my lord.”
Farmer began putting the mirror down, his mind already on what else he would need to pack, but his lord’s voice caused him to pick the mirror up again before the speaking spell was cancelled.
“I would recommend you get some more sleep now if you can. I don’t know what the rest of the day will hold.”
“Yes my lord.”
The mirror flashed once and Gershom’s face faded as he ended the spell at his end. Farmer slowly laid it back on the table next to his bed and paused his packing to contemplate the Lord Provost’s last order. He knew it made sense, when he didn’t need to be at the docks (the royal dock) for hours yet, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go back to sleep now. Gershom’s tense look and strange orders had him wide awake. This was strangest summons for a Hunt he’d ever received. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what the Hunt itself would hold.