Mrkomir panicked. He wasn't ready for this level of scrutiny. In Episode 7, he had a specific scheme: he wanted to modernize his principality to impress the Frankish elites, but his treasury was as empty as a wine cask after a wedding.
As the sun set, Mrkomir sat on his throne, looking at his reflection in a polished shield. It wasn't 1080p, and it certainly wasn't x264, but it was enough.
"Is it sharp?" Mrkomir barked at his weary advisor, Slavomir. "Does it capture the regal curve of my nose? Does the x264 codec preserve the sheen of my fur cape?" Mrkomir.Prvi.E07.1080p.HDTV.x264.[ExYuSubs]
The year was 850 AD (give or take a century of historical inaccuracy). In the humid, stony halls of his palace, Duke Mrkomir—the self-proclaimed "First" of his name—was having a terrible morning.
"Slavomir," he whispered. "Tell the pirates to keep the file. If I’m going to be a buffoon, I might as well be a buffoon in crisp, high-quality resolution." Mrkomir panicked
Slavomir sighed, holding a parchment that looked suspiciously like a bitrate log. "My Lord, the clarity is frightening. Every stain on your tunic from last night’s feast is visible in high definition. The peasants are saying they can see your pores."
"A group of monks from across the lands have translated your grunts and threats into various dialects," Slavomir explained. "Now, everyone from the mountains to the sea knows exactly what you’re plotting." As the sun set, Mrkomir sat on his
He had just been told that his glorious image was being distributed across the Adriatic. Not through tapestries or stone carvings, but through a strange, sorcerous medium known as "1080p HDTV."