And More Lexan...
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magicaddict...as the plot thickens.
00.00.02 (30.09.16)
First impressions, as anyone who receives enough of them well knows, are not always true representations, and to be inflexible is to fall behind.
My slow introductions with the town have finally paid dividends. My two pairs of eyes and ears had done their job well, and informed me that the majority of the basic skills were still present in the town, though those of workable age were lacking. There were the young, and a bare few older. I was in the process of talking to these people when Marc showed up with, quite literally, the cavalry.
Some seventy heavy horse in full, almost ceremonial regalia – the type which isn't normally worn when fighting. He also brought food, workers, hot drinks (this was impressive, I hadn't thought of it myself), and a glint of his intentions in the form of the standard of Amber. As his knights set up a soup kitchen and spread out round the town to form the impression of a defensive perimeter in which the people could once again relax, he named the town the new centre of The Reality. He is quite the motivational speaker.
We now have a two pronged assault on the doubts of the people. Hopefully we can work together smoothly to help them regain what they have lost, and make the kingdom stronger in doing so. It seems that Kris and Jaquol, also canvassing for help in Shadow, have gone further afield, slowly. They have not yet returned, and while a more skilled workforce in general would be appreciated, they have missed their first opportunity to impress the people. If I were feeling malicious, I might suggest that one doesn't care and is only going through the motions, and the other probably has intentions to take after her mother, so it might be good that she missed the chance. Fiona wouldn't have done so.
Work begins on building a standing militia tomorrow. Marc has directed the knights to teach, and I will be supervising closely. While the knights themselves will be little help in a fight in chaos once again attacks, if their theory is good they can provide solo tuition with people that there wouldn't be enough hours in the day for me to replicate alone. He also brought a blacksmith, who can work with the one already here. A forge is already being set up, and the armoury is relatively well stocked. We will soon be able to arm every one who wants to be.
I was pleased to see recognition in the eyes of some of the older members of the people. I will be keen to discuss with them the events that took place during my absence.
My father, along with the other elders, remains missing. Would now that I had spent more times in the places in Arden he so loved, for his quarters contain no message or information that I can find, and I fear that if such a message exists, it may be somewhere else. I will search the royal mews tomorrow, it probably being the only thing he and I truly had a shared interest in, and while the Trumps are still dead to the touch, they may yet support cartomancy. Time permitting, I will make my way into Arden and use them to try to find some clue as to his whereabouts, and vital status.
I saw little of the others today, and must presume they are each following whatever agenda they have decided on. Phage continues to watch, and follow. I doubt that he is doing so out of simple minded desire to learn and please, but nor do I believe that he possesses the ability to be proactive in anything more than a limited capacity. He will need to be driven to produce good results.
It is comforting to know that I am not working alone towards my goal. I do not for one second entertain the notion that Marc is doing what he is doing in order to help me, but for now, our intentions coincide. He has made significant strides towards the populace of the town beginning to believe in themselves again, which is considerably more than I thought him capable of. This means he is either more dedicated than I previously believed, or more cunning. I hope for the former, but will be watching for the latter.
After all, to be inflexible is to fall behind.
00.00.02 (30.09.16)
First impressions, as anyone who receives enough of them well knows, are not always true representations, and to be inflexible is to fall behind.
My slow introductions with the town have finally paid dividends. My two pairs of eyes and ears had done their job well, and informed me that the majority of the basic skills were still present in the town, though those of workable age were lacking. There were the young, and a bare few older. I was in the process of talking to these people when Marc showed up with, quite literally, the cavalry.
Some seventy heavy horse in full, almost ceremonial regalia – the type which isn't normally worn when fighting. He also brought food, workers, hot drinks (this was impressive, I hadn't thought of it myself), and a glint of his intentions in the form of the standard of Amber. As his knights set up a soup kitchen and spread out round the town to form the impression of a defensive perimeter in which the people could once again relax, he named the town the new centre of The Reality. He is quite the motivational speaker.
We now have a two pronged assault on the doubts of the people. Hopefully we can work together smoothly to help them regain what they have lost, and make the kingdom stronger in doing so. It seems that Kris and Jaquol, also canvassing for help in Shadow, have gone further afield, slowly. They have not yet returned, and while a more skilled workforce in general would be appreciated, they have missed their first opportunity to impress the people. If I were feeling malicious, I might suggest that one doesn't care and is only going through the motions, and the other probably has intentions to take after her mother, so it might be good that she missed the chance. Fiona wouldn't have done so.
Work begins on building a standing militia tomorrow. Marc has directed the knights to teach, and I will be supervising closely. While the knights themselves will be little help in a fight in chaos once again attacks, if their theory is good they can provide solo tuition with people that there wouldn't be enough hours in the day for me to replicate alone. He also brought a blacksmith, who can work with the one already here. A forge is already being set up, and the armoury is relatively well stocked. We will soon be able to arm every one who wants to be.
I was pleased to see recognition in the eyes of some of the older members of the people. I will be keen to discuss with them the events that took place during my absence.
My father, along with the other elders, remains missing. Would now that I had spent more times in the places in Arden he so loved, for his quarters contain no message or information that I can find, and I fear that if such a message exists, it may be somewhere else. I will search the royal mews tomorrow, it probably being the only thing he and I truly had a shared interest in, and while the Trumps are still dead to the touch, they may yet support cartomancy. Time permitting, I will make my way into Arden and use them to try to find some clue as to his whereabouts, and vital status.
I saw little of the others today, and must presume they are each following whatever agenda they have decided on. Phage continues to watch, and follow. I doubt that he is doing so out of simple minded desire to learn and please, but nor do I believe that he possesses the ability to be proactive in anything more than a limited capacity. He will need to be driven to produce good results.
It is comforting to know that I am not working alone towards my goal. I do not for one second entertain the notion that Marc is doing what he is doing in order to help me, but for now, our intentions coincide. He has made significant strides towards the populace of the town beginning to believe in themselves again, which is considerably more than I thought him capable of. This means he is either more dedicated than I previously believed, or more cunning. I hope for the former, but will be watching for the latter.
After all, to be inflexible is to fall behind.
