Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Roleplay7
It was an extremely hot day, just like every year, the last days of the summer and threw out the beginning of Autumn, Madina was at her hottest. Sweat drops dripped from Abbots shiny, hairy face as he struggled him self threw the big pile of papers, signing letter after letter, document after document. Suddenly, 3 big drops of salty skin water touched down on the piece of parchement in front of him. In a quick reaction he tried to wiped the sweat off, but by doing so the ink is smugged allover the document. “By the big blue deep!” In one movement he stood up and swiped all the documents off his desk. “I need a drink!” He said while breathing heavily.
“Raaaah! fill ‘r up!”
“You shut it!” Abbot screamed at his parrot. The naughty animal had his claws clenched around the bars and held him self in balance by clamping another bar in his beak, clearly bored.
“Raaah! Raaah! Filthy wench! Raah! Shut it!”
“Come ‘re ye!” Abbot tried to run towards the cage but stoped half way to realize it was much to hot to make a fuzz. He slowly continued to the cage gleamed at the creature for a few seconds and then threw a big dark cloth over the cage.
“Raah! me eyes! raaah!”
Abbot waited for the bird to finish its rants and then proceeded towards the door. But just before he shut it behind him the parrot made a final remark.
“Raah! Fat Bastard!”
The door slammed shut behind him and he took a deep breath, he carefully proceeded down the stairs, when he reached the front door of his temporally estate, he sighed and relaxed. Behind that door where many beautiful wenches and plenty of alcohol to ease his mind and with great determination he opened the door. The city central square doomed up in front of him, fully decorated with Madinan and Republican banners, there where big festival tents with large tables full of food. The whole setting reminded him of the week in which the Republic was founded, these tents where then all occupied with foreign nobles, discussing there philosophies of a free nation. A free nation that had by now stood threw its many ups and downs and at this very moment was vigorously climbing out of it’s worse crisis. Several nobles where attending the festival area in a special area with extra luxuries. They where clearly satisfied and happy, surrounded by women and rum in there most beloved city. With both legs, one of flesh and one of wood he made his way towards the tent and indulges him self in the joy’s of victory and the bosom of a fine well figured young lady. All-though the new victory brought him lots of work, it also brought him a cause for celebration and excitement.
