A Stately Visit Long Overdue
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 10:09 am
It was a pleasant enough winter day in Myrkentown, but Josef Reinstadler was not in the least pleased. His temporary return to Rasazan over the holidays had been disappointing, to say the least, as has been his time in Myrken in general. There had been gains during the last many months, but they felt more like consolation prizes than anything else. What a stupid, backwards population! He would likely have found greater signs of civilization amongst the rumored monstrous denizens of Gheru Fenn. There was no hope in using morality and good sense to lead a completely immoral society against its leader, no matter his faults. To be honest, even more duplicitous attempts hadn't garnered positive results.
Still, it is a new year, and with a new year comes new opportunities. He knew, now, his duty here, what he must do, what would benefit him the most. The Governor was a target, because of his hubris and disloyalty, but he was only the second most worthwhile target in Myrken Wood. Perhaps even the third. In fact, that very distinction was what this youthful black sheep of the royal court wished to explore today.
Word had been sent ahead, though perhaps not as far ahead as good taste would have recommended. Still, here he was, exiting his carriage in front of the current residence of a certain Lord, a certain Baron, a certain Minister, a certain... Gilby. The titles certainly sounded more impressive than the man and Reinstadler had little reason to think otherwise. Would the door open for him? If so, no matter who opened it, the upstart would say simply. "I am Graf Josef Reinstadler. Announce me."
Still, it is a new year, and with a new year comes new opportunities. He knew, now, his duty here, what he must do, what would benefit him the most. The Governor was a target, because of his hubris and disloyalty, but he was only the second most worthwhile target in Myrken Wood. Perhaps even the third. In fact, that very distinction was what this youthful black sheep of the royal court wished to explore today.
Word had been sent ahead, though perhaps not as far ahead as good taste would have recommended. Still, here he was, exiting his carriage in front of the current residence of a certain Lord, a certain Baron, a certain Minister, a certain... Gilby. The titles certainly sounded more impressive than the man and Reinstadler had little reason to think otherwise. Would the door open for him? If so, no matter who opened it, the upstart would say simply. "I am Graf Josef Reinstadler. Announce me."