by Malaroth » Tue Mar 18, 2008 12:26 am
After a long day of attempting to find some lodgings for the surviving knights beyond the Broken Dagger, and having met with little success, Malaroth trudged wearily into his room and slumped at the small desk before him that strained to contain his legs beneath it.
Another sigh, another letter, this marked by something resembling the Governor's seal. With a pensive scowl he opened the message and read, and read it again, with mildly narrowed eyes and taut lips. Taking quil to parchment he penned a reply. He hesitated a moment, combating an immediate desire to berate the man his probing questions. That moment bought him perspective and understanding for Burnie's concern for Myrken's wellfare. It was interesting, however, that everyone else's vices and quirks who held a position of power did not seem subject to the same scrutiny.
The Shepherd Knight was used to hardship.
Master Burnie,
I will always write to you with honesty, Glenn. To be brief, whatever affliction gripped me following the destruction of the Chapter House is a mystery even to me. I remember little of it, save for a distant chill and soemthing resembling a fever, albeit a cold one if you catch my meaning. This malady was entirely new to me, in all honesty and honor, and I can only surmise that the stress of combating the Ashfiend, along with watching almost all that I have worked for since my arrival, burn and fall in the span of a few hours.
What I can tell you is that even with all that weighed upon my mind during the defense of Sidgar, as orcs marched their way towards the temple where the civilians had taken refuge, and the dead began to rise to serve the Witch King Merremith, that I was still able to keep my head about me and work in a sound tactical and strategic fashion - even when King Malcom the II fled for his life, abandoned the people, and asked for me to go with him.
If Councilor Treadwell's gluttony and recent religious convictions and radical involvement are not warrant enough to dismiss him, nor the Kaczmarek girl's known affiliation with Karolinger enough to ban her from government service, then whilst I understand and applaud your concern Glenn, I do not see how a sudden seizure of crippling illness could serve to disqualify me, however potentially sorcerous in nature. Was not Councilor Treadwell himself transfigured into a man-pig for several weeks, and was he also not guilty of impersonating another government official, successfully, for some time?
I do not write this in anger but only to point out that I may not be the most unpredictable person to serve in a leadership role for Myrken Wood. I can only lay before you my record of service to Zachea for all of my life save the past year, my works here since my arrival, the King's willingness to trust me even though I am neither citizen nor nativeborn, and my solemn pledge to see Myrken Wood safe. Should this sickness strike again, which I doubt, then I will serve through it as I have served Zachea through countless illnesses of body and soul.
Courage, Honor and Wisdom Glenn. It will not do for anyone in Myrken to forget the latter, not in this dark and beleagured land.
Sincerely,
Sir Malaroth Deucalios of Zachea
Grand Master of the Shepherd Knights
I wish I had a reason
My flaws are open season
For this I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying