Sunday June 30th, 2019

The exercise:

Write about something that is: inscrutable.

3 comments:

Greg said...

I have noticed you've been having mini-themes for a couple of weeks, so I'm going to guess that you've recently been watching the remake of the Karate Kid and so this week's theme will be things associated with Mr Miyagi. I look forward to you getting confused and giving us "Gremlin" as tomorrow's prompt ;-)

Inscrutable
"Does that mean," and Gray's words were slow, carefully chosen, "that Labdaris can accurately predict the future?"
"Well-" started Elizabeth, but Memnith cut her off.
"No," he said, a bald statement of fact. "Though I think he almost certainly thinks he can. His ego is vast and what he's achieved with this spell is really quite amazing, so I am sure that he looks at the best-case scenario instead of the realistic one."
"It's also not an easy spell to cast," said Elizabeth. If looks could turn people to bronze then Lords Verbilious and Vileburn would be making attractive warnings to other people by now. "I haven't tried it myself, but the materials required are expensive, and the Power balance is tricky. And that's before you get to the kinetic component."
"We'll be able to simplify it," said Lord Vileburn after a moment, just long enough to make Samual wonder if he'd deliberately interrupted Elizabeth earlier. "Labdaris tends to do all the hard work to prove something works and then abandon it. He rarely refines it to efficiency."
"You worked with him, didn't you?" Lord Derby had spoken, and there were notes of curiosity mixed in with his usual confident deductive tone. "For a while?"
Memnith looked around the room and then down at his feet. "Too many people here know that to be true," he said. "I won't deny it then. But I didn't choose to work with him, and I did try to leave."

Greg said...

"Let's leave that line of questioning, Ernest," said the King. "As fascinating, and terrifying, as all this is, we're drifting off topic. As my advisors are talented at doing." He looked around the room: everyone straightened up just a little when his gaze fell on them, looking a trifle more alert and expectant. "Let us leave the topic of the inscrutable Labdaris, whose motives we may only guess about, and consider the bigger picture. We are going to have to find out where he's gone before we can decide if he can be left alone. Perhaps more important, if he'll leave us alone. Lord Theurgical Verbilious, while this is scarcely a divine happening I call on you to investigate the whereabouts of Labdaris and to predict his actions.
My Lord Redstone, even though the King in Yellow does not seem inclined to direct his armies against us, I worry about the future. I task you therefore with reconnoitring Carcosa and understanding the composition of the forces of the King in Yellow. In one month I want an initial plan drawn up for how we would defend ourselves if it comes to that.
My Lord Vileburn, I hand to you the task of reviewing and resecuring the defences of the City: that Labdaris and the King in Yellow were able to come here with seemingly little effort worries me, and it should worry you. In your spare time," the King ignored Memnith's snort, "you will need to supervise Elizabeth who I task with organising and reviewing everything we know about demonology. Samual, you are to aid Elizabeth."
Samual started at the mention of his name, and his gaze went first to Lord Derby and then, swiftly, to Lord Redstone.
"I have spoken with Lord Redstone already," said the King. "There is precedent for this. You will made a Squire of the Pale Heart.
And Ernest," the King smiled faintly. "And Gray. To you falls what I expect is the hardest and most dangerous task of all: to investigate these other Kings, beginning with the King in Crimson, and find out how much unimaginable danger we are really in."
He looked around the Shrine.
"Dismissed."

[And that seems like the right place to end this tale :) When I copy it all into Scrivener I'll tell you how much of your blog I wasted with it ;-)]

Marc said...

Greg - hah. Even though this wasn't all that long ago, I still can't remember what inspired it.

Wasted? Wasted my ass. You know I loved every bit of it.

And yes, this seems like a fine place to end. Well done and bravo, sir.