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Subject: Deollyn Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 18:47:24 04/30/02 Tue Once more he sat upon the hard backed throne, once more he felt the crown slipping dangerously over his eyes and once more Aragorn felt his anger rise as Deollyn stepped into the room, accompanied by two guards, his ankles in chains. Nervously the other courtiers tittered around him, the look he shot them silenced even this soft background noise leaving the Throne Room in eyrie stillenss. "The Lord Deollyn, your majesty." Surprisingly the man did not look that bad, Aragorn had expected him to be nursing a hangover from the previous night, but there was a definate spark in his eye and a merciless set to his jaw. "Deollyn, how long have you served under me?" He muttered something impertinant and got cuffed around the ear by one of the guards. "What was that?" "Four years, my lord" "Thankyou. And in that time you have served faithfully as my master of arms and have never been called before me is that correct?" "Indeed it is my lord." The man straightened his shoulders, obviously feeling this meeting was not going to go as badly as he had anticipated. "It was a serious error of judgement on my behalf and for that I apologise. Over the last couple of weeks it has become clear to me that you are incompetant and entirely unsuited to the job in instated you in. But that is not why you are here. "It has been brought to my attention that last night you indulged in acts unbecoming of your station or rank. The young woman in question will be arriving shortly," the door moved open, "and here she is." But it was not Namün who entered. "The Lord Faramir" called the herald. It was a completely pointless gesture however as the steward was striding up the room towards him, an odd look upon his face [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]