La Story

New "Helpers"

2004-05-18T21:38:00.000+01:00

To day three boys, (although I was promised young men), arrived to begin apprenticeships here under my direction. They are untrained and barely literate. What thoughts the gangmaster of Rigchester must have been thinking with these weifs is surely not that of a sane man.

I have sent word to Hurgen and Murigate begging the librarians there to find me boys with at least minimal potential.

Demands

2004-05-15T21:24:00.000+01:00

I have met with the staff in attendance to the younger children of the king.

They have requested that I produce a catalogue of every scare and attempt on the children of royal's in the surrounding kingdoms. The children's guard are to be made aware of everything that has ever been tried and be ready.

I still do not have any assistance here.

I am told that I should speak with Lady Dui who might be willing, after some wine, to shed some light on the events here.

Complete

2004-05-14T11:19:00.000+01:00

I have now completed the task set before me by the king.

With the help of just under a hundred servants I have sorted and searched the last five years records for clues to present before the king.

While this has yielded nothing substantial his majesty does at least seam reasonably impressed. I have been given a commission worth a small fortune to employ such clerks and servants literate and illiterate as might be required to re-order the archives and allow the king to continually make such requests as this with less delay than before.

I am at a loss as to how this can be done. That has not stopped me from sending word to the local centers of learning that suitable literate persons could find gainful employment at the court of the King.

John Red

2004-05-11T11:55:00.000+01:00

A man by the name of John Red arrived at the court today. I understand the man is a skilled marksman and has been summoned by the king.

The King continues to make unreasonable demands. It seams that the business of the court has stopped while the King struggles to come to terms with the disappearance of his son.

There are now almost fifteen petitions awaiting the attention of the king. In just a few more days and I will be able to pass some of these to Prince Thomas (eldest son of the King).

Politics

2004-05-10T11:47:00.000+01:00

Barron Darkin and Lord Gammi have forwarded a motion to the king that all clergy be limited in their role as advisors to the court and to the King. They have argued that otherwise subversive followers of "the way" might try to use the position to control the kingdom.

The prince is still missing and no-one has been able to suggest who might be responsible for this.

I continue to search the records for the king.

Kidnap?

2004-05-08T12:00:00.000+01:00

Prince Drel is missing.

The court is now in a state of high alert with the king demanding a list from the royal records of every sour dealing the kingdom has had these past five years. It will take me several days to compile such a list.

The Dutches Vantinii spoke breifly today. She revieled that Drel is imfamus for poorly thought out stunts and other high jinks.

"In my opinion," she said "the boy, for with his atitude he is barely a man, has simply escaped to the city for a little adventure. Something I am sure all young males do from time to time."

"You do not suspect foul play" I asked

"No, I do not." She replied. "I tell you this only so that you do not worry. Good day."

"Good day, your Ladyship." I said to her back as she glided away. I am told that the Duke and Dutches Vantinii could no more suspect foul play than a horse could build a castle. I am also reliably informed by the skullery maids that they hold exeadingly good parties, so much so that the King has a tendency to keep them in court only for short periods so that they might enliven the place. I also understand that he recalls them far more than any other nobles and yet seems to have no interest in their increased alegence or advice. It seems to me that this nutrality is all that keeps them safe from the wisperings and plots of the nobility.

Today for example I heard the Voice of Barron Darkin and the another I did not recognise talking in hushed tones about the promotion of Bishop Lishinu to the position of court advisor.

I could not tell from that which I could hear if they aproved or not, but I could understand from their intent that they planned to act in some way.

It becomes clearer with each day that the politics of the court are a complex thing to understand.

Murder!

2004-05-07T23:21:00.000+01:00

It has taken me these last two days to repair the damage to the library that has been made by those that have searched within these documents. Much is missing and there will be much work To do in order to bring to the King an account of the kingdom in such a few short months.

I have not seen the light of the sun since my arrival here but I have felt the warmth and know that the weather is changing.

It is clear to me now that a murder has taken place here and I intend to solve this mystery if fate will let me.

I have detailed all the current members of the court and shall try to keep abreast of who is currently in residence here.

Of course, the guards have established that everyone was sleeping soundly and that no soul was in the main wing of the record house the night Sir Henrus died. I stand little chance of turning up new evidence to contrary what the guards have said. I must simply watch the little power-plays and soon, I am sure, the truth will become clear.

There are many who would like to blame Prince Philip to have a war with his fathers country if need be but I doubt somehow the King will sanction that. It is widely known that Duke Marlot is soley at fault for brings the foreign prince to the court. It is held to be true that Philip is an embarrassment to his father but I rather think that he is here in the role of spy.

The only question in my mind is what secret of our own court had Sir Henrus uncovered and has he recorded them in his notes? If he has then they will not be obvious enough that educated thugs can fail to find them.

I will report more as I find it.

2004-05-06T22:44:00.000+01:00

I noticed that foot steps in the night seek to move unseen around the palace. I suspect that I am being watched and must now find out who watches me.

Greetings

2004-05-05T14:17:00.000+01:00

It was a pleasant winter morning when the King's messenger first came to our estate. He brought word that the king had chosen to restore the family to it's original place of honour in the royal courts. This change would place me as scribe and Chronicler Elect of the court of King Doam.

This great honour impressed upon me the chance to demonstrate the skills I had spent so long learning.

The morning, however soon turned cold as the messenger informed me that the current head and rightful heir to the title of Chronicler Elect must attend to the court the very same day. The voice and stern face of the messenger soon convinced me that all was not right.

I packed a few belongings in silence and not even daring to break my fast I left with the messenger.

My noon the wind had become bitter as my heart and I felt glad to see the welcoming sight of the well lit palace.

Formalities and paper work are my life and it was but a trifle to loose my un wanted guide and explore to find the libraries on my own.

There were many sweet looking young maidens each with the same somber expression. So great was the trouble I saw on the faces that I felt I could not bring myself to speak to these beauties.

Presently I came to the wild rose garden - a large court-yard planted with many wild roses. Here I met an elderly servant o the palace. I enquired as to the nature of the somber attitude of the court.

"Sir Henrus, has passed away, master" she told me. "It is a great mystery and coarse for morning that such a gentle soul meet such an end!"

"Tell me what happened" I demanded "Who was Sir Henrus and how did he die?"

"Sir, no you not?" she asked me. "Sir Henrus was the Chronicler Elect and a fine man. Last night while all slept he fell from the roof into the stone garden"

The stone garden is no garden at all for nothing but a little moss actually grows there I have learned. I have also learned that little was left of Sir Henrus after he landed on one of the more jagged features of the garden from a roof some five floors above.

I knew now that I had been elevated as a replacement for a fallen pawn in a greater battle.

It is not for me to judge only to record and that I shall do. The records are near destroyed and little of worth remains of Sir Henrus library. I will add to this volume any writings or histories of Sir Henrus as I might find them.