well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

*Tyrian*

It had been a few hours since Alarr called him to the border. During that time Tyrian had been prepping for the meeting ahead and musing over his options. He'd decided quite quickly that he wanted send a message back to Armada and let them know just how little Fireside thought of their threats. With that in mind he gathered together a couple bottles of Jupiter's finest alcohol (any day now he expected his nephew to start hiding them) and he and his companions rolled out a barrel of whiskey he'd nabbed not too long ago for a special occasion. This wasn't quite a special occasion, but it did seem worthy of the sacrifice.

Now he knew what he wanted to say and the stage was set. With the open barn doors at his back Tyrian jumped up onto the top of the barrel and sat down facing the barnyard. He gave himself one last chance to think about what he was going to do, and then decided fuck it, just get it done.

He threw back his head and howled for the whole pack. This was a mandatory meeting. Everyone needed to know what was happening. Things were going to change and he was about to start them on a path that might have lasting repercussions. They needed to be aware, then needed to be ready, but most importantly, they needed a drink.

OOC: first round is due September 26! If everyone's in before then I might start early.

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well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

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