Post by osha on Jul 12, 2021 18:26:05 GMT -5
(This is a closed RP)
Rhys sprawled across his throne/chair. It was made out of Ferrowood and had been hammered and shaped into its present form. Rhys did not care for it at all. The back of the chair was tall and straight with different sized spikes coming out of the top and the side. And it had been made a touch to small so that no matter how much he tried he could not sit comfortably. So Rhys found himself sprawled across the chair so that his maroon legs hung over one end and his bone white wings over the other end. He was twisted so that he could brace his head on his bent arm.
He hated this chair. He hated that he had been forced to make the slaves make it. He hated sitting in it while ordering blobs about and He hated it because He had been ordered to make it. It was one of the first things Master Matlock had order him to do. He had refused and had suffered for it. And Master Matlock had won. Rhys had caved and ordered the blobs to make it. It was an exact replica of Master Matlock's bigger and more comfortable chair.
Well almost an exact replica. He found out quite by accident that the blob he had put in charge in making this chair had been a genius when it came to ferrowood. The blob hadn't batted an eye when he requested a secret compartment.
At the time he wasn't sure why he would ever use it. It Just seemed like this should have a secret to it somewhere.
He lazily reached under the arm rest his upper body was laying across and depressed the small ferrowood button hidden there. He felt more then heard the small pop that indicated the latch was undone.
He swung his legs over and sat up. He quickly glanced around and not seeing anyone, he gently pulled the end cap of the chair armrest off.
Inside was a small stack of Papyrill paper. He took out the top one. He knew this one by heart. He knew all of them by heart. But he loved to re-read. There was just something about looking at the way the letters were formed. How some of the words had curls and others and extra little dips.
This was the latest of the letters and like many before it, it was asking if he wanted to meet.
Usually he would ignore such letters as it was to dangerous to be seen to like another blob. But his time Master Madlock had given him a job that was in the Onyxia City. One that might take a bit of time.
