Gerhardt Menan dipped his quill again in the inkwell and scrawled his usually closing to the letter that stood before him on his shabby, paper-ridden desk. Setting the feather down, the Lord Marshall of Myst blew on the ink to dry it, then ran his eyes over the words quickly... To the Good People of Myst, True to my word, I will not stand inpropriety amonsgt the ranks I hold leadership over. Since filling this position, I have made it my first priority to rout out those Guards of Myst who have either taken the law into their own hands, broken the law, or twisted the law to their own purposes. Vathan Darkaxe - Mysthaven Toril Ni`zor - Mysthaven Carine Ander - Mysthaven Captain Rue Denali - Brookshire Panthomier Kreel - Brookshire Nimara Wolfskill - Brookshire Ciyan Raile - Kishant Otto the Swift The above have broken their oaths to protect Myst, and therefore they shall be cast out. My regiment has no room for those who can not be true to their word. They are hereby cast out of the Royal Mystonian Guards. Some will argue with me that mere banishment is not punishment enough, but I prefer that people such as the likes of these live with the title Oathbreaker for years to come rather than die and be forgotten quickly. Let their fate serve as a warning to the rest. Those who break their oath to the Isle will -not- remain in charge of its protection. I remain your servant, Gerhardt Menan Lord Marshall Mystonian Royal Guard ...he nodded in approval of his own writing and then picked up the letter. The Lord Marhsall opened the door and found Bennot and one of his other attendants sitting and having a discussion of something. The both jumped up and snapped to attention as he appeared, and Menan shook a dismissing finger as Bennot jumped for the letter he held out. "I have another task for you." he said simply, handing it to the other attendant--Gelar was his name? Perhaps? "Take this down to be copied. I want it posted on every public building in the city immediately. Copies are to be sent to Kishant and Brookshire and the same done there as well. Now, Gelar." The man didn't wait around long enough to ask why the Lord Marshall called him 'Gelar'...that was good enough as a name for now. Off he went, and Gerhardt turned back into his offices, motioning Bennot to follow. "Shut the door." he said, picking up another parchment--dry, as it had been written last night--and placing it into a black leather folder. There was a moment of silence as the Lord Marshall sealed it with wax, and then held it to Bennot with a stern look. "Denali is still in his cell, aye?" a nod from the attendant make his mouth turn upward in a faint smile, "He is to be released, stripped of rank and privilege, and given this before being removed from the Guardhouse." "What is it, Sir?" Bennot asked as his hand curled over the folder. "Nothing. In fact, you never saw it." he replied, a tone of finality in his voice. "Saw what, Sir?" came the reply before Bennot opened the door and disappeared to attend to the duty given him. Gerhardt huffed a sigh then and all but collapsed in his chair. He'd not slept last night. His appointments were light this day. Perhaps he could get away with a bit of rest in here before the next wave hit. Best to rest now, he thought. Once Denali opened that folder, he'd get very little rest indeed... ((And that's that. Donna's got the plan. I unfortunately am disappearing to Oklahoma for about 10 days. I will not be back until the 11th of February, and I don't expect to have access to the Net until I get back. Take care all ^^)) OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKLAHOMA! -- Kylus~ Patrick~ -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://www.dragonmyst.f2s.com/lists.php3
