Post by Creil Bevier on Jul 17, 2005 18:43:21 GMT -5
Creil steped into the paladin chapter house of the city Rhyfaugh. Je had finally found it, and it filled him with wonder - Every detail was perfect. The building was reinforced, the windows were narrow slits, perfect vantage points for archers, it was moated, with a drawbridge and gate but most of all, it was plain and simple, and the chapel was beautiful - it was large, and adorned with all of the splendour he would expect, and more.
He sighed. It had been a long time on the road since he had last performed his duties as brother confessor for his bretheren in the chapterhouse in which he was raised, and sought to take up the job here. all he needed to do was find a brother of suitable rank, or even the master of the chapterhouse - a role he wished he could himself one day fulfill.
With that in mind, he set off to search the building, stopping a cowled monk who pased by, "Excuse me brother, i wouldst speak with the master of the chapter." He said in as polite a tone as he could muster.
The monk looked at the insignia on Creil's armour, "At once brother confessor, he will be in his study at this hour" He said, leading Creil off down the hallway.
The clink of chain mail accompanied the sounds of the monks footsteps, and beneath his brown robe the blulge of a sword could almost be seen, showing him to be more than a simple cloistered monk.
They ascended to the third floor, and approached a plain looking door, that was identical to all of the others in the building. The monk knocked politely.
"Come in," a voice sounded from within
The monk stepped in, "The brother confessor of our sister order, My lord." He said, before turning to leave.
As he did so, Creil stepped into the study, closing the door behind him.
The Master of the Rhyfaugh chapter was an old man, but by no means frail. his hair was greying, but his solid frame carried his armour with ease. "sit down, my son." He said, motioning to one o two chairs before the cracling harth.
Creil sat respectfully, and the Chapter master sat in the chair next to him.
"Thank you, my lord," Creil said politely
"Lets skip the pleasantries and get down to buisness, friend." He said smiling, "My name is Ortzel Coombe," the chapter master said.
"And mine, Creil Bevier," Creil replied
"Well then, Brother Confessor Bevier," he began, "What matter of urgency summons you to the city Rhyfaugh?"
"My Chapter lost contact with thine many years ago, i was summoned and tasked with re-establishing the lines of communication between our bretheren." He siad
"Though that is not all, is it brother?"
"Truly no," Creil said, somewhat surprised by the old man's shrewdness, "We had heard rumour of trouble stirring here in Rhyfaugh, and as a result, the brother confessor - mine self - was dispatched to seek out the truth of the matter."
"Indeed," Ortzel said thoughtfully, "Then have you met his grace? The jackass of Rhyfaugh?" He asked, chuckling.
"Then we doth share our opinion of him." Creil said, laughing.
"Truly," Ortzel agreed, "However, he moves to counteract religion in his city. The fool. The knights of the church will not allow this to pass, and will not bow to him. Would you believe he demands that all religious persons register themselves?"
"No!" Creil exclaimed
"Indeed, the whole city would have to put their name down, though few have, for fear of the consequences." He said, his face bleak.
"This must be stopped, my lord."
"You've got a sharp mind i can see," Otzel said, winking.
Creil smiled inanely, "Truly." He laughed.
"If he had the man power, he would march on our chapterhouse, but we have 5000 men here, including the novices and squires, and all the knights are trained to best at least 5 men in combat. For this reason, he does not declare open war."
"And what wouldst thou do, my lord?"
"The church cannot be seen to be starting a war, and we cannot control the city. Not through inability, but to avoid civil turmoil as the populace saw the church greedily siezing the city, though of course, we would not be."
"Then it is truly as i feared," Creil's expression was pained.
"Brother Confessor Bevier," Ortzel began, "I would ask that you take up the position of brother confessor within our chapter. Brother Confessor Kadach died not too long ago, and your timely arrival allows us to avoid the length of time needed to train a replacement"
Creil's expression was thoughtful as he spoke, "Truly thy words are wise, my lord. Though art thou sure of this?"
"Yes my son, i have had men watching you since before your arrival." He winked
"Ah, i shouldst have known." Creil laughed
"I would task you with counteracting the 'Lord's' moves against us, retrieve what information you can, report back to me, and we will meet him at every turn."
"Well said my lord, i shall compose a letter to mine chapter master and re-open lines of communication. He will have a detatchment of kinghts here within three moons."
"We can only hope," Ortzel said, his brows knitted
"My lord," Creil said as he rose and bowed, creaking in his armour, before turning and leaving the room.
He sighed. It had been a long time on the road since he had last performed his duties as brother confessor for his bretheren in the chapterhouse in which he was raised, and sought to take up the job here. all he needed to do was find a brother of suitable rank, or even the master of the chapterhouse - a role he wished he could himself one day fulfill.
With that in mind, he set off to search the building, stopping a cowled monk who pased by, "Excuse me brother, i wouldst speak with the master of the chapter." He said in as polite a tone as he could muster.
The monk looked at the insignia on Creil's armour, "At once brother confessor, he will be in his study at this hour" He said, leading Creil off down the hallway.
The clink of chain mail accompanied the sounds of the monks footsteps, and beneath his brown robe the blulge of a sword could almost be seen, showing him to be more than a simple cloistered monk.
They ascended to the third floor, and approached a plain looking door, that was identical to all of the others in the building. The monk knocked politely.
"Come in," a voice sounded from within
The monk stepped in, "The brother confessor of our sister order, My lord." He said, before turning to leave.
As he did so, Creil stepped into the study, closing the door behind him.
The Master of the Rhyfaugh chapter was an old man, but by no means frail. his hair was greying, but his solid frame carried his armour with ease. "sit down, my son." He said, motioning to one o two chairs before the cracling harth.
Creil sat respectfully, and the Chapter master sat in the chair next to him.
"Thank you, my lord," Creil said politely
"Lets skip the pleasantries and get down to buisness, friend." He said smiling, "My name is Ortzel Coombe," the chapter master said.
"And mine, Creil Bevier," Creil replied
"Well then, Brother Confessor Bevier," he began, "What matter of urgency summons you to the city Rhyfaugh?"
"My Chapter lost contact with thine many years ago, i was summoned and tasked with re-establishing the lines of communication between our bretheren." He siad
"Though that is not all, is it brother?"
"Truly no," Creil said, somewhat surprised by the old man's shrewdness, "We had heard rumour of trouble stirring here in Rhyfaugh, and as a result, the brother confessor - mine self - was dispatched to seek out the truth of the matter."
"Indeed," Ortzel said thoughtfully, "Then have you met his grace? The jackass of Rhyfaugh?" He asked, chuckling.
"Then we doth share our opinion of him." Creil said, laughing.
"Truly," Ortzel agreed, "However, he moves to counteract religion in his city. The fool. The knights of the church will not allow this to pass, and will not bow to him. Would you believe he demands that all religious persons register themselves?"
"No!" Creil exclaimed
"Indeed, the whole city would have to put their name down, though few have, for fear of the consequences." He said, his face bleak.
"This must be stopped, my lord."
"You've got a sharp mind i can see," Otzel said, winking.
Creil smiled inanely, "Truly." He laughed.
"If he had the man power, he would march on our chapterhouse, but we have 5000 men here, including the novices and squires, and all the knights are trained to best at least 5 men in combat. For this reason, he does not declare open war."
"And what wouldst thou do, my lord?"
"The church cannot be seen to be starting a war, and we cannot control the city. Not through inability, but to avoid civil turmoil as the populace saw the church greedily siezing the city, though of course, we would not be."
"Then it is truly as i feared," Creil's expression was pained.
"Brother Confessor Bevier," Ortzel began, "I would ask that you take up the position of brother confessor within our chapter. Brother Confessor Kadach died not too long ago, and your timely arrival allows us to avoid the length of time needed to train a replacement"
Creil's expression was thoughtful as he spoke, "Truly thy words are wise, my lord. Though art thou sure of this?"
"Yes my son, i have had men watching you since before your arrival." He winked
"Ah, i shouldst have known." Creil laughed
"I would task you with counteracting the 'Lord's' moves against us, retrieve what information you can, report back to me, and we will meet him at every turn."
"Well said my lord, i shall compose a letter to mine chapter master and re-open lines of communication. He will have a detatchment of kinghts here within three moons."
"We can only hope," Ortzel said, his brows knitted
"My lord," Creil said as he rose and bowed, creaking in his armour, before turning and leaving the room.
