Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Flash Fiction: The Horde Meeting

Tuareg the Terrible was a stickler for punctuality. Just because you were the bloodthirsty leader of the most feared barbarian horde in the Southern Steppes, he always said, should be no excuse for not meeting your appointments.

So it was that when he said he would take a city on such a month and day, on that date it fell. Or when he said he would cut off a captured noble's nose for failure to pay ransom on a particular hour, such it was. And so was Tuareg the Terrible feared among all the kingdoms.

Tuareg the Terrible held meetings every Thursday with his sub-commanders to plan out their next stage of plunder. They met at seven o'clock in his tent, without fail. Tardiness by even a minute was met with...well, let's just say that tardiness was dealt with harshly.

It so happened that on the Wednesday night of that particular week the horde held a wild carousing.

Still, at seven the following day, all the sub-commanders were at their places.

Except for one.

Eldred the Unready came stumbling into Tuareg's tent fifteen minutes past the appointed time. The barbarian chief was not pleased. Eldred was summarily...dealt with.

Thereafter, hushed whispers spread throughout the band.

"Someone late? Ick!"

I know, I know, it's painful, but that's all that I could come up with on short notice.


Suman Latiks

2 comments:

  1. This was starting to be a remarkably entertaining story. I think it bears continuation, although without the Suman Latik reference. :)

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  2. Gee, thanks, Sean. It means a lot coming from you.

    I'd have to rack my brains to figure out the continuation. I began with the end in mind, and wasn't thinking of taking it further.

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