Requests for Lts. Duvall and Kilborn

[Treadwell]

It's another night in the meetinghouse for Governor Phuri; he's up late penning notes--requests, actually, for information on the records of two lieutenants mentioned as possible candidates for the position of captain of the guard. Both men--Matthew Duvall and Joshua Kilborn--receive the same note, with the address and name simply changed accordingly.

6 April
Lieutenant, as you well know, the Myrken Wood town guard is in dire need of a new captain to head its men. I, your Governor, have had your name suggested to me as a possibility for the position. Thus, I request a full record of your service with this guard or any others, as well as past experience detailing leadership and management potential. If you wish to be held as a possible candidate, submit the above information to my office within one week of the date of this letter.
Hon. Gad Phuri, Governor

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Any further information from either guard can be placed on this thread for further reference and review. Thanks! Kanashia, you've not been forgotten. Gad, however, has his own priorities at the moment.

[Tyralor]

With Respects,
Directed to the Office of
Hon. Gad Phuri, Governor

It has always been my pleasure and duty to serve the judiciary forces of Myrken Wood, beginning my tenure in the north eastern township of Kourrail as an assistance to my Father, commander of the local garrison. There I completed my training, and was accepted as an accreditted member of the Order.

My first official duty began as a patrolman on the Amasynian Border, scouring the woods for bandits and other sorts of the unsavoury nature. A typical contract that endure the first three years of my service.

After my tenure as a new recruit, I was promoted to Servicemaster at the outpost in Myrken Wood Township. A post I held for little over a year, until the death of my Father.

Returned to Kourrail, I spent the next five years as Adjunct to the new Commander. A heavy task set upon young shoulders. Over a personal matter, Commander Oxford and I decided it would be best to part paths. An occurance that was timed perfectly, with an opportunity to serve under Captain Taliaferro within Myrken Wood once again. A task that I have enjoyed with great relish since my return here.

My hopes that this missive provides you with the information that you seek, Governor.

Yours in Service
Lt. Joshua Kilborn
Order of Straka

[Zorana]

He sat, for a long moment, in silence, gazing down at the sheet of paper before him. "List my previous experience? Tell them why I would make a good captain?" he murmered, softly. Next, they'd be asking him to go in for personal interviews and to take pre-Captainship evaluations. He smirked, and leaned over his small desk, to reach for his quill. "If I have to do this, I might as well do it to impress. Thank the Cap.. the Prince for those... lessons." He rolled his eyes. Dealing with politicians would never be something that he relished. He dipped the quill carefully into the ink, and in a sloping, and distinctive, but easily readable hand, he penned a letter.


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Lieutenant Matthew Duvall of the Order of Straka; to Gad Phuri, honorable Governor of Myrken Wood and presiding Justiciar:

Greetings, Your Honor.

You requested information about my background as a soldier, and a leader, and particularly as a member of the Order of Straka. A list of experiences follows.


- Eight years serving small merchant organizations, protecting caravans of goods during overland travel.
- Two years serving another small merchant organization, protecting ships transporting goods overseas.
- Ten years as head of security, Khalheem Spice Merchants, owned by Jahon Ibn Khalheem. Most of those years were spent arranging safer routes for caravans to travel, hiring and training new guards, and protecting the caravans personally.
- Fourteen months as a member of the Order of Straka, Myrken Guard, all spent as a Lieutenant.


I am certain that you will be curious why I left those various positions. For the first eight years, I shifted between small merchant organizations, moving to the job that paid better, or to a better run company. I got tired of protecting overland caravans, and decided to try protecting ships. The sea and I did not quite get along as I'd planned, and I met Khalheem on one of his ships, and accepted an offer to take the place of his head of security.

I very much enjoyed the ten years I spent working for Khalheem and his spice company. Unfortunately, a bad year of spice production, combined with Khalheem's best ship being overtaken by pirates, bankrupted his company and left me without caravans to protect. After leaving Khalheem's service, I traveled north, looking for something that felt less like I was protecting someone's monetary interests and more like I was protecting people. Hence, I discovered Myrken Wood, and the Order of Straka.

I have been with the Order of Straka since the elevation of Captain Taliaferro, about fourteen months ago. I helped with much of the recruitement. When I hired on, there couldn't have been more than ten guardsmen, and the Order was not supported monetarily by the Council, as far as I know. Captain Taliaferro built most of the new headquarters, and hired most of the current guardmembers, with the help of his first Lieutenants.

Besides helping with those endeavors, I have helped hunt down many a murderer, theif, demon, and vampire. Unfortunately, I cannot claim to have brought down any well-known murderers, vampires, etc, but I have killed over a dozen minor vampires, and brought in scores of criminals, from minor theives to murdering brigands. I also helped to kill a small, hostile dragon.

I am proud to be a member of the Order of Straka, and respect the Council for supporting Captain Taliaferro, and the Order. I would be honored to follow in that tradition.


I hope that this letter finds you in good health.


Respectfully, by my hand this 8th day of April,

Lt. Matthew Duvall

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He tapped the tip of the pen against his blotter, restlessly, gazing down at the letter he'd written. It would have to do. He was certain that there had to be something arrogant, or that the letter had obviously been written by a peasant, and most definitely by a man not native to Myrken Wood. He decided not to bother explaining why he looked young, and had still spent perhaps twenty years serving various organizations. He was a half-elf, and assumed that the Governor would remember that. He shook his head, dragging a hand through his already-mussed hair. Yes, yes. It would have to do.

He carefully folded the letter, and dripped a blob of indigo wax onto the paper. While the wax was still hot, he pressed the emblem of the Order of Straka into the blob. Official. He nodded, and stood, to carry the letter to the nearest messenger. With a small tip, he persuaded the young man that the letter must go into the hands of the Governer Gad Phuri himself, or his bodyguard, a miss Ariane Carnath-Emory.