Terry "finds" a missive (run of 02-03-04)
Later that evening Terry wanders back to Kieran’s office. After some brief rummaging around she finds a mid-sized chest crammed full of papers. After a quick scan she surmises that he is keeping a journal of sorts from which to write a book. She carefully removes one long entry. One page missing from this jumble will hardly be noticed. Silently she creeps back to the inn.
The rest of the group has gathered in the common room of the inn for a light meal and a few drinks. Marja willingly begins reading the pilfered letter to the group:
THE RISE OF THE KING
Being the True and Accurate Account of the Return of Taren the Fifth
Rightful King of Vesh
By his Trusted Liege
Invaluable Confort
Friend at Arms
Humble Chronicler and Advisor
Major Sir Hugh Kieran
May 15
I shall set pen to paper to record the momentous and historic events that are about to transpire, for I’m sure they will be of great interest to all good folk of the kingdom in the years to come. Under the glorious reign of the king, Taren V, children will sit with rapt attention to hear this tale read by the grizzled veteran who fought to restore his majesty. Townsfolk will assemble on Coronation Day and hear the tale read with proud tears in their eyes and joy in their grateful hearts. The words I record here will be the very…
But I get ahead of myself, in my zeal to tell the tale.
To begin, dear reader, I shall introduce your humble Chronicler. I am Sir Hugh Kieran, first sonne of an ancient and noble house, of late fallen on hard times. I am a military man by trade, and words do not come easily to we rough, gruff soldierly types.
I began my career with the Army of Vesh. The Army has fallen greatly from the glory it knew when my ancestors fought the titan hordes, and stood beside the last king as he breathed his last in defense of the nation. Common men, peasants of little breeding, sons of tradesmen, and
women of all things! Are given positions of command, while those of breeding, those whose birthright it is to command are denied the rank and privileges granted them by the gods. Were it not for the truculence and incompetence of my men, their stubborn unwillingness to obey my orders, my cunning ruse would have won me the day and (long sentence, heavily scratched out).
May 16
I was forced to retire early last evening; the recurrence of a troublesome headache made mine eyes too blurry to write. But spare no thoughts of sympathy for your chronicler, dear reader. My eyes are clear enough to comprehend the honor done to me.
I have received a secret missive, from one who has given my every earnest proof that he is indeed the long hidden scion of the royal family. Rumors have run, and stories have been told since I was a boy that there was indeed a royal son, conceived on the eve of his father’s death, and delivered by Madriel from his dead mother’s womb. Those who believed these stories were thought crackpots and lackwits, and hope slowly died in the people of Vesh, along with all reverence for right and good.
But, and my fingers tremble with joy as I write this, hope is born anew! Let the clarion sound, for our King is found, and with his coming justice and righteousness shall be returned to us.
I was ordered to destroy his missive, so I cannot enclose it here for posterity. But every word of it is burned in my memory. He recalled my family’s service to his in years past. Knew of my disquiet with the disgraceful state of the country, spoke of his great and glorious plan to return peace and right to Vesh. Oh, that that happy day comes soon. And Oh, that I have been worthy to play a small part in his plans.
Is not his wisdom made manifest by his order for secrecy and discretion? Until he has amassed sufficient forces to take the kingdom, those jumped up merchants, degraded mongrels and thick muscled sword wavers who call themselves the nobility of Vesh would certainly take steps to destroy all my our fondest hopes.
June 9
There is little doubt that His Majesty’s plan is subtle and wise. I am to serve him by drawing all attention away from His forces gathering in the southeast. There, in the Bad Lands, they will train and make ready for the coming struggle. Should the noble warriors of the King be discovered beforetimes, the plan will certainly fail. But discovery can come in two guises. Should I pull my guards away from the area, there will certainly be suspicion, And if there should be no patrol, that would also arouse suspicion…
It is a treacherous path I must tread, and the balance that must be struck is a delicate one.
July 23
Lieutenant Rufus has questioned me again about the loss of men on the border patrols. He is of a good family, but I begin to wonder if his connection with the dirty work we do is tainting him. A man of his station should find interaction with the criminal element below him. Let the patrolmen make the arrests, if arrests are needed. Well-drilled and well-ordered troops are the purview of the officer, not crime and the sordid world of poverty and villainy.
Oh, how I long for my army days. Once, while patrolling with my troops…
August 9
How dare they question me? My own troopers have asked me about the men lost. As if a few lives mattered in the glorious work my unwitting me do! And I am deeply shocked that my officers keep such shoddy discipline that the men dare to question me, their better by birth and divine mandate…