That Marlfox thing... Part 2

Quick A/N: When Silth said "Go to the West" last time, that was pretty vague, and a bit confusing seeing as Salamandastron is in the West, right? Welp... Western islands. Yeah, let's go with that.

Random stoat: "Like Samperta?"

YES! LIKE THAT! YES! Way to go Stoaty!

Stoat: My name is-

Stoaty. Stoaty. Shut up. Anyway, quick A/N over, enjoy the show.
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Silth was in the middle of her usual pastime (which was sitting in her sheets and mumbling about ghosts and her terrible choices in life... mainly Gelltor) when her door opened.

"Spawn, is that you?" She asked without looking in the general direction. Instead of her beloved children, it was a water rat. After turning to look, she was pretty sure it was one named Fangburn, but to be honest, there were a lot of those and all of her subjects sort of looked the same.

"No, you Highness, it's I, Pykespear, your royal messenger." The rat bowed.

"Mhm, alright. SO, why are you here?" The Queen asked, impatient and crabby as ever.

"We have three messages from your children, your Highness." Pykespear went to hand them over, but the Queen waved her off.

"Just give me the gist of what they say."

"The first is from Vannan. Her and Ascrod are making great pro-"

"WAIT! Ascrod! How is my little baby doing!?"

"... great progress in the West."

"Ah, right. Sending them to the ever mysterious West, occasionally filled with whirlpools, possibly having many islands filled with savages, and once or twice a giant sea monster or something. Truly, I would never send anybeast West unless I had full confidence in them."

Pykespear was genuinely impressed with how highly the queen spoke of her children sometimes. It was so unlike her to actually omit emotions outside of greed and stupidity.

"We also got a report back from Gelltor-"

Pykespear was interrupted by the sight of Silth crossing her fingers and muttering words that were barely audible, though they sounded something along the lines of: "Please be dead. Please be dead. Please be dead."

"... he and Predak are having a hard time trying to swipe much from Salamandastron."

"And they're dead- I mean, they fled?"

"Well, Predak said they won't quit until they find something of value for you."

"I don't care what water rats say, if they're being led by Gelltor, they won't be able scrounge up a measly pearl filled crown, let alone anything actually important!"

Pykespear paused for a moment, trying to process her Queen's response. "Milady, Predak is your daughter, and she's not a wa-"

"ARE YOU INSINUATING I DON'T KNOW MY CHILDREN!"

"Of course not ma'am."

"Right, remember to watch your mouth, Deadeye."

"Pykespear."

"What."

"Not important. Besides, if you don't have faith in Gelltor, why did you send him West, if you only send those you trust there?"

Another pause followed. The Queen closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she gave one of the coldest glares she could muster at the now startled and slightly scared rat.

"Make one more smart remark, and it'll be your last mistake. Now, is there any other report?"

The threat was enough to reduce Pykespear to a shivering mess, but she found enough courage to finish the mail off.

"One more. Mokkan and Ziral are back from their venture to the Marshlands. According to the reports, they lost their battalion of rats, but they did succeed in dethroning the supposed king there. They bring back his cape, said to be one of the smoothest and nicest looking pieces of fabric to exist."

The queen looked pleased for the most part, but then a frown began to form. "Only dethrone?"

Pykespear looked through the parchment again, and read through the certain section regarding the would be king's fate. "Mokkan reported that after a majority of the battle had been fought, and they were proven the victors, he left Ziral alone in a room to deal with the rat. It's said now that the folk around the area ca still hear the beast's screams in their nightmares."

At this, Silth was beaming. "Atta girl."

Pykespear was inching her way out. "That would be all then, milady?"

The fox closed her eyes, breathing in and out calmly. Pykespear was curious as to whether the crazy old hag had fallen asleep.

"Send in Mokkan and Ziral. I wish to congratulate and reward them."

Without thinking, the rat reacted. "You actually remember their names."

More silence followed. It was at this moment that Pykespear realized she had f*cked up.

Word around the castle was that Mokkan and Ziral had both been rewarded handsomely. Mokkan received three score of rats to do with as he pleased whenever he wanted. Whether that be for starting a war, ending a war, or conquering other lands, the Queen cared not. Ziral received some of the prize weapons Silth had in her treasure room, as well as ten rats of her choosing, as well as one that had previously been the Queen's royal messenger. Half of them had already died was what gossip dictated. Whether or not Troutbelly, or whatever her name had been, was one of the deceased they cared not.

All in all, rather boring day for most. So the rats of Castle Marl went about their normal routine.
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Believe it or not, Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii'm not really dead, I never thought I could be so la-aa-zyyyy!

Flyin away, leaving stories in disrepair... f*ck me, those lyrics don't go with the tune. Anyway, this is what 40% effort and a lot of free time results with.

Yeah, I'm disappointed too.