Post by Fang of the Dead on Oct 26, 2013 1:45:51 GMT -5
I've decided to start working on a short story involving an OC I've come up with: Hopkins, Skarl's personal aide. As you can imagine, this Green Quiggle is often exhausted because of the old king. I've only got it about halfway finished, though.
So, what does the NTWF think?
“HOPKIIIINS!” Skarl’s bellow echoed throughout Meridell Castle, shattering dozens of fine glasses and pottery.
“Yes, Sire?” A green Quiggle with a pencil mustache wearing posh clothes and a powdered wig sighed as he walked into the throne room. “What is it?”
“I need someone to find Sir Tormund - I sent him over to Bogshot a week ago to deal with a giant mutated Sludgy, and he hasn’t been seen since!” Skarl huffed angrily. “And get someone to prepare tonight’s banquet! I’m starved!”
Hopkins adjusted his wig and bowed to the fat, angry old Skeith. “Yes, my king.” He walked off to the Royal Kitchen, and instructed the chefs to make two orders of food for tonight’s banquet. After that, he hopped to the quarters of the Meridell Knights, where he met Sir Jeran.
Jeran smiled. “It’s good to see you, Hopkins. I’m guessing Skarl has you doing his chores again?”
“Just as always, Sir Jeran. You’ve heard of Sir Tormund’s disappearance, correct?” Hopkins adjusted his wig slightly.
“That’s the first I heard of that. I thought he’d be back by now – it’s about a week’s ride from here to Bogshot, after all.” Jeran shrugged. “I’ll set out to go find him.”
“Very good, Sir.” Hopkins nodded. “I’ll proceed to tell Skarl to-“
“HOPKIIIIIIIIINS!” Yet another bellow echoed through the Castle, scaring off numerous Crokabeks from the courtyard.
Hopkins sighed and rolled his eyes. “I can’t even get a moment’s rest, can I?”
Jeran shrugged. “Apparently not. Ah, well – it least he’s in a better mood today than usual.”
Skarl idly tapped his claws on the right arm of his throne. “Hopkins, get these ‘jesters’ out of my throne room, and do it NOW!”
“Yes, sire.” Hopkins shrugged. “The King is taking a break to eat, so come back in an hour or so.” He shooed them out one by one. “Sire, please tell me that your lunch will be smaller than tonight’s royal banquet…”
“Of course it is!” Skarl chomped on a leg of ham. “It’s only a two-course meal, while tonight’s banquet has five courses. Now if you can excuse me, I’m heading out for luncheon.” Skarl got out of his throne and walked out towards the banquet hall, slamming the door behind him.
Hopkins breathed a sigh of relief that Skarl would be preoccupied with his old habit of eating. “Now I can finally take a br-
“Hopkins?”
“YAGH!” Hopkins nearly hit the ceiling in surprise! “Please don’t scare me like that, Sir Hunter. I’m getting on in years, after all.”
“Erm, I’m sorry.” Hunter’s ears drooped down a bit as he tried to calm down the Quiggle by giving him a pat on the back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I needed to ask you something.”
“Yes, Sir Hunter?” Hopkins nodded at Hunter – the Lupe was clearly less exasperating than a certain pompous king. “What is your request?”
“Well, this is a little embarrassing, but…” Hunter scratched the back of his head. “I’ve come down with a bad case of Lurgees, and I don’t want anyone to know about it. Can you see if Kayla could mix up a cure?”
“I doubt she could craft a cure, Sir.” Hopkins frowned, but he quickly smiled to reassure Hunter. “I can always find some soothing stones to do the trick, of course!”
“Thank you, Hopkins!” Hunter grinned and headed to his room at the Meridell Knight’s quarters.
“Yes, Sire?” A green Quiggle with a pencil mustache wearing posh clothes and a powdered wig sighed as he walked into the throne room. “What is it?”
“I need someone to find Sir Tormund - I sent him over to Bogshot a week ago to deal with a giant mutated Sludgy, and he hasn’t been seen since!” Skarl huffed angrily. “And get someone to prepare tonight’s banquet! I’m starved!”
Hopkins adjusted his wig and bowed to the fat, angry old Skeith. “Yes, my king.” He walked off to the Royal Kitchen, and instructed the chefs to make two orders of food for tonight’s banquet. After that, he hopped to the quarters of the Meridell Knights, where he met Sir Jeran.
Jeran smiled. “It’s good to see you, Hopkins. I’m guessing Skarl has you doing his chores again?”
“Just as always, Sir Jeran. You’ve heard of Sir Tormund’s disappearance, correct?” Hopkins adjusted his wig slightly.
“That’s the first I heard of that. I thought he’d be back by now – it’s about a week’s ride from here to Bogshot, after all.” Jeran shrugged. “I’ll set out to go find him.”
“Very good, Sir.” Hopkins nodded. “I’ll proceed to tell Skarl to-“
“HOPKIIIIIIIIINS!” Yet another bellow echoed through the Castle, scaring off numerous Crokabeks from the courtyard.
Hopkins sighed and rolled his eyes. “I can’t even get a moment’s rest, can I?”
Jeran shrugged. “Apparently not. Ah, well – it least he’s in a better mood today than usual.”
Skarl idly tapped his claws on the right arm of his throne. “Hopkins, get these ‘jesters’ out of my throne room, and do it NOW!”
“Yes, sire.” Hopkins shrugged. “The King is taking a break to eat, so come back in an hour or so.” He shooed them out one by one. “Sire, please tell me that your lunch will be smaller than tonight’s royal banquet…”
“Of course it is!” Skarl chomped on a leg of ham. “It’s only a two-course meal, while tonight’s banquet has five courses. Now if you can excuse me, I’m heading out for luncheon.” Skarl got out of his throne and walked out towards the banquet hall, slamming the door behind him.
Hopkins breathed a sigh of relief that Skarl would be preoccupied with his old habit of eating. “Now I can finally take a br-
“Hopkins?”
“YAGH!” Hopkins nearly hit the ceiling in surprise! “Please don’t scare me like that, Sir Hunter. I’m getting on in years, after all.”
“Erm, I’m sorry.” Hunter’s ears drooped down a bit as he tried to calm down the Quiggle by giving him a pat on the back. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I needed to ask you something.”
“Yes, Sir Hunter?” Hopkins nodded at Hunter – the Lupe was clearly less exasperating than a certain pompous king. “What is your request?”
“Well, this is a little embarrassing, but…” Hunter scratched the back of his head. “I’ve come down with a bad case of Lurgees, and I don’t want anyone to know about it. Can you see if Kayla could mix up a cure?”
“I doubt she could craft a cure, Sir.” Hopkins frowned, but he quickly smiled to reassure Hunter. “I can always find some soothing stones to do the trick, of course!”
“Thank you, Hopkins!” Hunter grinned and headed to his room at the Meridell Knight’s quarters.
So, what does the NTWF think?
