An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Rek.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a book on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Rek' scribed in vibrant brown ink.

Author:  Rek
Date    Thu May 23 19:09:17 2002


Subject  Reks first quest




After a hard nights training and deep meditation through the
night Rek awakens
to the sound of a horse leaving the Lord City.

Deciding that maybe Rek should also begin his journey as Bevier
had, Rek
quickly rushes to pack his items into his young brass dragons
packs.

Patting his mount Rek talks quitly too him comforting him for the
difficulties
that will most deffinitly lie ahead.

Mounting the dragon Rek taps lightly on his hide and the Dragon
takes off
flying into the night sky and towards their destination.

Arriving at their destination the young Brass Dragon lands and
Rek dismounts.

Slowly patting the Dragon on his nose Rek nods at the dragon and
says 'You
must be off now boy, ill be alright but I wish not to put you in
any danger'
Nodding affectionaly at Rek the young Dragon slowly departs from
his presence.

Turning quickly around Rek departs to his destination, the Galen
Dracos tower
in search of the missing knights.

(more to come later)



Author:  Rek
Date    Fri May 24 18:42:42 2002


Subject  (cont.) Reks first quest




For the first time in his life Rek felt truly happy walking along
the Eastern
path to the Galan Dracos keep.

He had been trusted to a mission for his Lord Paladine in a quest
to search
for some of his lost borthers-in-arms.

Although knowledge of the dangers ahead put some dent in the
Knights
happiness, Rek trudged faithfully along looking for signs of his
lost
brothers.

Walking further along Rek begins hearing slight wishpers,
thinking that they
are nothing but the local wildlife traveling in the forest, Rek
continues on
his course.

However, out of the bushes jumps three very large trolls, eyes
burning with
hatred they attack the lone Knight seeing in him the Good that
they so despise
in life.

Not missing a second to prepare himself, Rek unseathes his sword
and charges
into their midst calling for the protection of Paladine.

Cutting left and right, Rek makes a path to the hugest of the
three trolls.
Only to be tripped to the ground by one of the Trolls which
circled behind
him.

Rolling back to his feet Rek makes a wild jab at the face of one
of his foes
with the tip of his sword, effectivly ending the life of one of
them as the
sword buries itself deep in his face.

Drawing one of his belt daggers, Rek leaps at the next troll and
dispatches
him with a quick slice across its throat.

Grinning evily the last remaining troll puts his fingers to his
lips and makes
one last ditch effort to save himself, whistling for his Roving
Beast.

Out of the shadows the beast attacks ferosciously, however,
misjudging its
timing the beast actually ends up impaling itself on top of Reks
dagger.

Not missing its chance the remaining troll charges at Rek and
slices down at
him with its clawed hands.

Jumping back Rek releases the dagger and comes face to face with
the last
troll, weaponless.

Breathing slowly Rek speaks to the creature,"It seems that you
have gotten me
in a sour place. However, tell me where my friends are and I
shall let you
leave this place without harm. Do not tell me and your life is
forfeit."

The troll begins to laugh harder and harder, and than it speaks,
"youh kill
meh? hahaha*laughing even harder* I think not, you weak Knight,
you
weaponless, I kill you easy."

Rek nods and jumps to the side as the troll tries to bash him,
rolling towards
his first kill, Rek makes one more leap and grabs for his sword.

Standing up to face his enemy, Rek narrowly misses being
decapitated as the
trolls claws sweep over his head.

Leaping back to avoid another attack Rek salutes his enemy and
charges in for
the kill.

Blocking the trolls right arm with his shield, Rek lashes out
with his sword
slicing through the thick membrane of the Trolls body, straight
through its
heart.

Standing up Rek removes his sword from the body of the dead troll
and cleanes
it on the skin of his enemy.

Walking around Rek grabs all the spare coins that he could find
on his enemy.

While checking the body of the last troll, Rek notices a mark on
the bottom of
its hand.

It looked just like the Holy Symbolic mark that Rek wore on his
own uniform,
wondering what a mark like this would be doing on a beast such as
this, Rek
wanders into the forest from where the trolls first came.

Looking around Rek effectively picks up the direction from where
their tracks
originated and followed it.

(MORE To come, its a ongoing thing*smile*)



Author:  Rek
Date    Fri May 31 03:51:50 2002


Subject  Part 3:




Not wanting to be seen by anyone else that may have been
wandering the forest,
the young squire stepped off into the foliage, following the
tracks from afar.

However, the troll tracks soon led off into open ground.
Spreading out into a
clearing within the forest. Deciding that it was worth the risk
to examin the
area, Rek stepped out of the foliage, the sunlight of the morning
rebounding
off of his Knightly armor.

Standing in one spot, Rek scanned the area for possibilities of
enemys.

Not seeing any the Knight slowly sheates his sword and steps out
into the
carnage that the trolls had made while they slept. Near to Rek
lay a pile of
ashes where the trolls had burned up the disgusting remains of
their evening
meals. Having examined the place thoroughly and finding nothing
of importance,
the young Knight slowly walked off into the forest again, trying
to resume his
journey for any sign of his fellow brothers. Further into the
woods Rek
walked, and further into the woods he stopped.

For imbedded into a tree lay a sword of a Knight of Solamnia. And
littering
the ground beneath the sword were many stains, stains of blood
which soaked
into the ground. Walking up to the bloody mess the young night
reached out and
yanked at the sword in the tree, succesfully pulling it out of
its resting
place.

But lying only a few steps further were the tattered remains of a
Holy
Solamnic symbol. Burn marks lay around the edge of the item where
the troll
had once tried to touch it. And further on into the forest lay
even more spots
of blood.

The spots of blood however were to few, and were drying up to
quickly.

If Rek had hoped to track the injured Knight from the spots of
blood left on
the dirt it would have been in vain. However, the only clue that
was left to
the young Knight lay in this forest somewhere, with his lost and
bleeding
brother in arms. And it was with a stout heart that Rek left the
area,
scanning , searching, seeking out any sign that would lead him to
the injured
Knight.



Author:  Rek
Date    Mon Jun  3 22:32:04 2002


Subject  The last two-Part 4




Having traveled for several hours at night, the young squire sat
down on a
rock, to exhausted to move any farther for the rest of the day.
While sitting
there many thoughts flitted through the squires mind, throughts
such as being
lead on a wild goose chase trying to look for his lost brothers,
and thoughts
that shouldnt have been uttered in his mind at all, for he was
starting to
loose faith in his god, Paladine. It has been a long time that
the Knight has
been searching the woods and it was awhile since he saw his last
proof that
the two knights were still somwhere within the forest. And it
wasnt until the
Knight sat down did he finally give thanks to Paladine, for
making him so
tired that he need to stop and rest. For right beneath his feet
were drops of
blood and a trail that lead off into the bushes.

Getting off his butt the squire sprinted into the bushes
searching and
following the direction that the track of blood was leading him
in. And he
followed it so studiously that he didnt know when someone drop on
him from
behind and stuck a sword to his neck.

"Who are you?" a voice whispered into his ear from behind.

Not fearing for his life the young knight responded to his
captor, "I am Rek a
squire of the Knights of Solamnia.' Turning him around his captor
scanned the
Knight over briefly and gave him a quick embrace shouting for
joy, "Boy it is
good to see you! It has been so long since me and my companions
have seen
anyone at all, please tell me, is there anyone else with you?
anyone at all?"

Looking at his captor the squire finally noticed that he was also
a Knight of
Solamnia and said a quick word of prayer to Paladine for leading
him to his
destination even after his doubts had become apparent.

"Sir" the squire said "I am afraid that I am alone. However there
is another
that was sent to find sign of you, but he took the western path."

Nodding briefly the Knight looked over the squire and regained
his composure.

"Very well" he said,"would you happen to have any healing powers?
My companion
was injured and may die soon without aid. There is a dragon that
was with us
but he departed to search for something."

Nodding in respone, Rek allowed the Knight to lead him to his
injured friend.

Coming to a cave, Rek scanned around and noticed a figure huddled
in the back
with a hand over the side of his hip. Walking closer the young
squire noticed
the gaping hole which was in his side.

"Sweet Paladine" the Knight whispered under his breath and rushed
to the side
of the injured Knight. Laying his hand over the wound the squire
pressed it
closer while a light radiated his hand, enveloping the wound and
helping it to
heal.

Only a few minutes passed however before the squires energy gave
out and he
leaned over in exhaustion. Looking at the wound he noticed that
it was still
fairly deep.

"There is little I can do I am afraid. I am still weakned from a
fight, but
this should hold you until we can find a better healer than I."

Looking up the injured Knight gave a brief nod and smiled in
thanks.

Following this a brief crash sounded in the forest, reaching for
his sword the
squire rushed out to see what was the commotion and saw a man
walk to the
cave. "DARVEN!!" a brief yell came from inside the cave, and the
Knight that
Rek first met came rushing out to embrace the newcomer. " It is
good to see
you again!"

Walking over to the two Rek looked at Darven and smiled " So you
are the
Dragon Aurumnus? I was told that you were here. Might you be able
to aid us oh
greatone?

Looking at the Knight Darvan(Aurumnus) gave a brief nod and
followed the two
inside.

Looking over the injured Knight Darven said "I am sorry but there
is little I
can do also, I just came from a brief scuffle, however the flight
has nearly
exhausted me. Please mount my back though and we will return now"

looking at the two Knights, Darven slowly said "I am sorry that
it took me
this long, however I needed to make sure of the enemys
numers"(cont. note
long)



Author:  Rek
Date    Mon Jun  3 22:34:43 2002


Subject  The last two-Part 4(finale)




It wasnt long before the three were off returning to Palanthas on
top of the
back of the great dragon Aurumnus. On there way to the Lord City.

At last landing at the hall of the Knights of Solamnia, Rek
rushed in to give
his report to the Grandmaster and also to call up a cleric for
the injured
Knight.

(Now wasnt that fun, well I think my parts over)



Author:  Rek
Date    Sat Jul  6 10:59:20 2002


Subject  Father Arrival




Standing atop the battlement of the Solamnic fortress in
Palanthas Rek watched
the courtyard peacefully. It had been a good day so far, no bad
news of the
Knights of Thaksis had been reported yet and no scuffles had
broken out within
the city either. It had been a calm relaxing day and Rek felt
like strolling
atop the battlements which is why he was up there at the moment,
and also why
he had a frown on his face. Off in the distance he had spotted a
wagon nearing
the fortress, at first thinking it a merchant wagon with some
business to do,
Rek paid it no attention whatsoever. However, as the wagon neared
he saw
clearly the mark of the Loreblade clan resting atop the flag
fluttering above
the wagon. It was marked with the Silver Moon of Solinari with
the Platinum
Dragon of Paladine soaring high behind it. This symbol had been
in use for the
Loreblade family for quite some time now, ever since his Great
Grandfather had
first spotted the Dragons flying behind the moon. It was the same
year that
the Dragonarmys had been pushed back and it was the same year
that the
Loreblade family had become a respected name.

Watching the scene carefully Rek waited until a young squire came
up behind
him.

'Lord Rek' the squire whispered 'there is a man that said he
wishes to see
you.he said he isyourfather' Turning around Rek nodded to the
squire and
thanked him for delivering this message.

With a calm face the Knight strode off the battlements and made
his way to the
entrance of the fortress receiving and returning salutes from
other Knights.
However, deep down inside Rek was furious. When Rek had first
told his family
of his desire to join the Knights of Solamnia, his father had
been the first
and foremost to show his disapproval of this action. It was not
that he did
not find it a worthy cause, it was that he wished his eldest son
to take over
the family fortune and keep it running. Now at this moment, Rek
wondered why
his father would ever want to be here and what was the reason for
him showing
up unannounced. At long last Rek had made it to the entrance of
the keep and
opened the stepped outside to speak to the newcomer.

'Father', Rek said a bit stiffly as he clasped the hand of his
dad.

'Son', his father said just as stiffly. A moment of silence
stilled the air as
the two looked at each other for some time until coughing Rek
spoke up.

'What brings you here father? Is it to torment me more on my
decision?'
Sighing Rek's father looked him in the eyes and Rek could see the
hurt behind
them. Looking down his father mumbled a few things and caught
himself.
Composing himself again he looked his son in the eye and said
'Rek...my son
although I do not support you in your chosen profession, there is
something I
still must give you'. Beckoning his son to the other side of the
wagon Rek's
father removed a chest hidden behind crates and brought it out
for his son to
see. 'This was my fathers, and his fathers before that, and so on
and so
forth. All of us in the Loreblade clan have always at one time in
his life
fought for something, and this chest has held contents which kept
us safe
through our life.' Removing a key from his pocket Rek's father
slowly opened
the case and moved aside so his son could see.

'This chest has passed down from generation to generation within
our family
through its eldest sons, and also daughters at times. And now my
son.it is
yours to keep and take care of.' Removing the chest from the
wagon he gently
placed it on the ground and called for two squires to come and
take it to the
High Warriors office.

.

'Father' Rek recovered quickly caught between anger and surprise
'I tell you
this now, though I will remain as a Knight of Solamnia, one day
when my
service here is down I will return and if it is still your wish I
will take
over the family busin businessBut as of now my duty lies with the
Knights of
Solamnia. I thank you for your gift but there is much I must do
at the
moment.' Reaching out the two clasped hands before going there
seperate ways.



Author:  Rek
Date    Sat Aug 24 23:33:17 2002


Subject  Ending the Patrol




After a brief confrontation with two Knights of Thaksis, Rek
watched admirably
as the Highjustice and Grandmaster and also all the other Knights
that were
out on patrol calmly ask that the Knights remove themselves from
Palanthas.
New rules were being enforced under the Knighthood. Watching the
two Dark
Knights leave Rek turned back facing towards the Grandmaster to
await new
orders.

'Lord Rek you will be left in charge of the patrol now. I will
be returning
to the Commons if you need me' Nodding in reply Rek saluted the
Grandmaster
and the Highjustice as they left the dome heading towards the
fortress.

Leaving Brim, Covalk, and Lexant to finish watching the Great
Dome Rek made
his leave to the entrance. Along the way unstrapping his horn and
holding it
in his hands. As he made his way to the front Rek raised the
Ivory horn to his
lips blowing it as it emmited a soft humming sound. Out of the
sky a Large
Silver Dragon emerged landing with a thud. Reaching up Rek jumped
into its
saddle as the Dragon leaped into the air.

In the air Rek began to relax. Guided under the safety of the
Dragons of Good,
Rek unstrapped his lance from the side of the Dragon and awaited
as the other
Knights gathered around him.

In a loud voice Rek told the Knights, 'We have orders to patrol
the city of
Palanthas removing all Knights of Thaksis and KNOWN criminals
from our city. I
have been left in charge of this patrol for the time being.
Please if you
witness anything happen alert us first before taking care of the
situation.'
In reply all the Knights gathered around him hefted their lance
in salute and
wheeled around on their Dragons to patrol a certain part of the
city. Doing
the same Rek casually watched the ground relying on the Dragons
eyes to alert
him of anything.

After a few hours of flying Rek sought out a Knight and left him
incharge of
the patrol as he rode back to the fortress.

Dismounting the Dragon Rek walked to his office grabbing a few
papers and
penning out a message on them. Tucking each note in his belt Rek
walked to the
entrance of the fortress mounting his Dragon once more and flying
to the
entrances of Palanthas where he pinned up a note for all to see.
Upon reaching
the last entrance Rek pinned up the final note and waved his
Dragon off as it
leaped into the air once more. Pulling his cloak around him Rek
walked slowly
back to the fortress enjoying the safety offered now in
Palanthas.



Author:  Rek
Date    Tue Sep 17 22:08:06 2002


Subject  Important Duel




Rek made his way slowly to the spot where the duel was to take
place. The Dark
Knight Zignus once again challenging him to a fight. His armor
strapped on
tightly and his weapons shined and sharpened, Rek stood pateintly
on the
battlegrounds, hoping that it will go as he planed it to go.

The Dark Knight approached the fields saluting Rek.

'You may have the first attack Lord Rek' Not wanting to waste
his breath
on the Knight, Rek simply nodded returning the salute and quickly
engaged the
Dark Warrior. The fight lasted for a few seconds until a sharp
pain ripped
from Rek's back. A sharp dagger slipped through Reks armor from
behind.
Another entered sliced Rek as it took him in the side.

Trying to make room to fight Rek swung out his sword trying to
force the Dark
Knight back. It succeeded a bit. Slicing the Warrior up slightly
in the
process.

Bleeding from wounds in the back and in the front Rek seemed to
slump to the
ground finding a dagger to his throat.

'Surrender or Die' It was a simple response and as Rek looked
up the
bright flames of triumph shot through his eyes. Lowering his
weapons Rek held
out his hands as the Knight bound it. The Dark Knight pleased at
the job moved
a bit away and made a low whistle.

An old blue dragon emerged from the sky flapping to the scene its
wings spread
out.

The Dragon landed by the two opponents.

'Get up on the Dragon, you know the routine' the Dark Knight
smirked
obviously remembering the last battle.

'And how am I to get up there?', it was a simple question.
One done in a
mocking tone.

'Carefully' the Dark Knight chose to ignore the sarcasm.

The wings of the Dragon folded down picking up Rek and placing
them on his
back.

Behind him Zignus leaped up placing himself behind. The dragon
bounded into
the air making his quick escape back to Palanthas. A new
passenger in tow.

Reks eyes still gleaming in victory scanned the countryside
carefully
remembering every detail.



Author:  Rek
Date    Thu Sep 26 00:35:32 2002


Subject  Departure/Arrival




Glancing down at the papers around him Rek checked briefly each
report,
stopping at the important parts and studying them more carefully.
A huge map
of Ansalon rolled out before him, a smaller, rougher sketch of
Kalaman resting
near to it.

Rek scribbled out a message quickly and called outside where a
Knight stood
guard.

Handing the Knight a message he left with a quick salute, Rek
glanced back at
his reports as two men stepped in. One a small kender, the other
a Squire of
the Crown.

'Greetings Brim and Squire Covalk please take a seat.' The
two nodded and
sat out across from him where some chairs where aranged. For a
few minutes all
three discussed a few things. The recent attack on the city of
Kalaman. A port
city to the north east of Palanthas. And their duty in which
would be taking
place. Recieving orders to head to the city to oversee repairs
and strengthen
defenses. Closing their meeting at last Rek stood.

'Two of you ready to go?', Rek asked quickly.

'Yep' Brim replied eagerly facing Covalk. 'What about you
Covalk.'
Covalk nodded in reply, his thoughts set on his first mission.

Nodding Rek reached down below his desk and picked up a small
bag, hefting it
over his shoulder. Covalk following suit. And Brim as well, sort
of, flinging
over huge sacks that he usually carried with him. Rek stood
making his way out
of the door.

Closely followed by Covalk, and the jingling Kender. They made
their way to
the front of the keep where two guards stood sentry. Saluting,
they stood
aside to let the group make their way through.

They all walked with purpose towards the center of Palanthas.
Stopping at
Imperial Square abruptly as Rek called out to halt. Covalk
following order,
and Brim bumping into Covalk slightly.

'Hey whats going on?' Brim asked as Rek lifted up his war
horn blowing out
a shrill sounding note. Three Dragons detached from the sky
making their way
to land infront of the trio. 'Oh!' Rek turned around as
Covalk leaped on
top of his Bronze mount, facing Brim he asked 'Need some help
up there?' A
light breeze swept past Rek as Brim sprinted and leaped up onto
the back of a
young Silver Dragon, giggling in his Kender attitude.

Rek chuckled, pushing Brim up slightly so he could reach higher
up onto the
Dragons back. Rek wandered to his own mount, the adreniline of
another Dragon
Flight pumping his blood up already. Rek mounted his Silver
friend and
signalled for the group to ascend into the sky. The great Dragons
leaped into
the air, their powerfull legs giving them the boost they needed
to fly.

Rek glanced back at the two behind him. Brim holding on, his face
looking as
if it were being pulled apart, his knuckles white with the
increased tension.
Covalk sat his mount perfectly. The three finally made their way
into the sky.

'I can't see well from this high up' Rek yelled to his mount.
'Please
lead on we are headed for Kalaman.' The Silver Dragon spread
its wings out
to their full distance as the group settled into a diamond shaped
formation.
Covalk and Brim resting behind him, with a copper dragon to send
dispatches
resting behind them. The group soared quickly over the mountain
ranges heading
out towards the sea, so they could arrive from that area.

The clouds thinned out a bit as they neared the port city. The
bright beams of
sunlight pouring down on the ocean. The boats fanned out below
them. The
seagulls squawking in flight. The three Dragons neared the port
where the
recent battle had taken place. Rek nudged his mount slightly
urging it to dive
so he could get a better view of the city and the areas of most
concern for
repair.

'How terrible' Rek said it more to himself than to anyone
else but his
mount cranned its neck back nodding in agreement with him.

Rek looked all around him, taking in the full view of the city.
Rek raised his
arm up towards the other signaling them to descened, motioning to
the park.
Following suit, the three finally landed. The fourth copper
dragon staying in
the air, (continued)



Author:  Rek
Date    Thu Sep 26 00:47:17 2002


Subject  Departure/Arrival(continue)




lazily floating around. Rek dismounted in the midst of onlookers
making his
way to the center of the group. He watched as the others
dismounted, Brim
leaping off and throwing his arms around Rek in a huge hug.

'That was the funnest thing I ever did, I could see
Kendermore' Brim said
happily. Rek grinned. 'Well do it again some other time. I
promise.'
'But now we must get to business.' Rek sighed making his way
slowly
through the gathered crowd. The trio made their way to the
central palace.
Behind them the dragons leaped into the air once more to patrol
the skys.
Making his way to the entrance, Rek passed the palace guards
without a second
glance and made his way to the city heads office were he stopped
and knocked
on the door. A loud voice beckoned him to come in from within.
Rek turned
around dismissing the two behind him for awhile, leaving them to
their own
devices.

Rek opened the door and walked within, closing it tightly behind
him. Nearing
the city head, Rek stopped bowing slightly in respect before
taking a paper
from his belt and handing it to the man seated before him. On top
of the
paper, it mentioned the mission of the Knights that made there
way to Kalaman.
The militia to be trained. City defenses built up. Repairs to the
city. All
these and more were listed on top of the paper. The city head
glanced up at
the Knight before him sadly and agreed to the terms. Bowing Rek
left the
building to make his way to the garrison headquarters where he
did the same
with the commanding officer.

At last pleased with his job, Rek walked to a room set out for
him by the
Garrison commander and set his things out to prepare for the
grueling job set
ahead for him and his group, starting tommorow.

(to be continued more)



Author:  Rek
Date    Sat Sep 28 00:48:02 2002


Subject  New Dockhand.




Rek awoke to the sound of the seagulls flying above the city
streets. Fully
refreshed and ready for work. The flight during the recent day
brought back
much joy and relaxation from the office work left for his
position. Now he had
a chance to be up and around once more. Help and meet new people
at the same
time. Rek sat up in his bed, rolling out of his sheets and
jumping into his
knightly armor.

The breastplate and chain mail he attached first. Adding on the
leg greaves
and boots before strapping on his belt. Pulling on his forearm
protectors and
gloves.

Rek reached down grabbing his family cloak and throwing it over
his shoulder,
adding a platinum neck choker of a dragon as well. At last Rek
lifted up his
helmet and placed it on his head, leaving the visor up. Rek
reached down to
grab his sword strapping it to his side. Fully dressed he walked
outside of
his room heading to that of the garisson commander. Rek slowly
made his way up
to the door, knocking at it for admitinance.

'Come in!' the sound echoed from within.

Rek opened the door removing his helmet as a sign of respect.

'Good morning Garrison Chief' Rek walked forward standing up
in front of
his desk. The garrison commander looked at him and nodded, still
somewhat
upset that his job title was being taken over due to the recent
attack. Rek
still stood near the desk, a chair open right to the side of him.

'Would you mind if we discussed a few things?' 'Im fairly
busy so Im
going to have to ask you to hurry up' Rek nodded and promised
that he would
not take long. The two discussed a few important issues. Changing
of the
watch, militia training, common off duty activities, and much
more. By the
time that the two were finished Rek was well pleased with the
response.
Excusing himself Rek walked out of the Garrison Chiefs office.
His legs a bit
sore from standing the whole time. Rek thought of what he could
do next.
Already he had a plan in which he could train the militia. Long
and grueling
work. The docks and city parts would possibly be the hardest
part, having no
clue about arcitecher. Rek decided that he would allow Brim and
Covalk some
rest while he went to survey the city.

Few of the houses were damaged. Deffinitly a good sign. The
damage had not
reached that far into the city thanks to Kalamans protectors. The
docks were a
different story. From high on Dragon back Rek was unable to see
the detailed
damage that was wrought on the docks.A dockhand approached him
leaping across
the broken areas in the docks as if it was nothing. Reks stomach
lurched a
bit.

'Its dangerous here Lord' the dockhand said as he approached.
'I would
not suggest wearing that heavy armor near these docks.' Rek
nodded and
smiled to the man. 'You seem like you know much about docks,
how long have
you worked on one?' 'Ah its been several years now, ever
since my father
passed away, Ive inherited his ship, the Liona. A fine ship
though its gonna
be needin repairs due to that heavy storm.' Reks head was
working in over
time. The perfect man for the job he though. Rek decided to ask
another
question. 'Do you live in Kalaman?' 'Scuse me Lord for
asking, but what
is with the questions? We do not know each other and yet you
wish to know
much about me.' 'Ah excuse me for my rudeness. I am Rek
Loreblade,
Highwarrior of the Knights of Solamnia. Ive been sent to survey
the damages
of the area and help in repairs and in training of military
personel.'
'Whats with the questions though?' the man asked
suspiciously.

'Well originally I came here to check out damages to the docks.
But now that
I met you I could really use your help. I do not know much
about ships and
docking so perhaps I could hire you for a bit as a councilor
and dock
headman, at least until all damages are repaired.' The man
looked as if he
was in deep contemplation for awhile. Until suddenly he extended
his hand. Rek
did likewise and the two shaked.

'Names Rakil boss.' (To be continued)



Author:  Rek
Date    Sat Sep 28 00:53:19 2002


Subject  (cont)New Dockhand.




The two wandered back to the garrison, discussing various things
about the
sea. For one Rek discovered that by taking a deep breath it would
allow him to
float and stay above the water. Rakil filled Rek in on many
things aquatic
till they reached the garrison. They entered the room, ready to
check up on
Covalk and Brim to begin discussing matters to be taken cared of.

(New part later)



Author:  Rek
Date    Tue Oct  1 21:42:02 2002


Subject  Post Meeting




Rek walked from the meeting happier with the way things were
begining to turn
out.

The docks were going to be taken cared of by Sir Covalk and the
new Dockhand
Rakil. The construction of houses, and mapping of the area to be
done by the
Master Cartographer Brim Happytrailzzz. The duty for training of
the troops
was left to himself. Rek walked over to the Barracks headquarters
to meet with
the Garrison General to begin some plans on how to more
effectivly train
troops. Although Rek had full control on how things would be run,
it would be
best if the people of Kalaman agreed with him so things could be
run more
smoothly. Rek entered into the Generals office were he found the
man seated
once again.

'Greetings General!' The man nooded with a quick grunt and
beckoned for
Rek to be seated. Rek moved to the front of his desk and sat on
the smooth
leather chair placed for visitors.

'General if you have some time may I please speak to you?'
The man looked
up and looked back down, continuing his writting. Rek beggining
to think that
he was being ignored began to stand to make his departure.

'Please Lord Rek this will only take a few minutes than we can
talk about
anything you wish to speak about.' Rek nodded and smiled
finally realizing
that he was making some improvement in relations with the man.
Rek waited as
he was asked. It did not take as long as he thought it would be
and during
that time Rek thought up things that they could talk about.

'Finally its done, now how may I help your Lord Rek?' the man
said with a
sigh of relief.

'As you know the men are not as well trained here, which is
understandable
as most of the men are militia and are not put through
rigourous hours of
training as many men of war are. However, we need to change
this.' Rek
allowed a brief pause to let everything sink in. 'We must call
in militia at
least weekly if not daily for some training and activity. If
this is not
done, the men will not be prepared for any of the creatures
that may be sent
later.' 'You ask much to be done Lord Rek, and how do you
think to get all
of this accomplished in such a short time?' he asked,
adjusting his
glasses.

'Well first of all we need to seperate the men into training
groups. These
we will train individually and together. Getting them used to
each other and
their fellows around them. To gain swordbrothers in battle who
will watch
theirs backs from danger. We will get them angry, and that
anger will fuel
them into a dangerous battle machine. However first we must
send
proclomations to all men of the militia calling them up for two
weeks. For
these two weeks we will feed them and train them, their
families will be
taken cared of while the men are out training.

and new officers will be appointed. We will need men who are
good at office
work as well. I noticed General that you are very tidy here,
and perhaps I
will need your help as both a quartermaster and as an
accountant.' Rek
paused longer this time, out of breath from speaking to fast and
to long. To
many thoughts to get up and put in motion. The general took this
time to speak
up.

'Lord Rek this is very admirable of what you are doing. However
I must point
out one failure in your approach.' 'Oh! What would that be
General?'
'If we get them angry than that anger will be placed at us.
What will we do
than when armies come to strike the city? Our own men will turn
against
us.' Rek smiled his plan finally coming to an end. 'Ah that
will be the
tricky part General. That is when we will all have roles to
play. For that
is when we will uplift them and encourage them. All officers
will have a
part to play and a task to suceed in. None may fail in this or
they will be
removed. But when that time comes we will uplift them and bring
us back into
their good graces. We need only fuel their anger to push them
through the
training. Than we will mold them to an (continued.)



Author:  Rek
Date    Tue Oct  1 21:44:52 2002


Subject  Post Meeting Part 2




honorable squad of men to fight the evils that have befallen
this city
before.' Rek smiled and stood. The general followed suit and
the two shook
hands.

'And now its about damned time we get to work to fullfil
Paladines job for
us.' The general nodded and sat back at his desk. Filling out
the
proclomations to call forth the militia of the city. Rek left the
office. His
helmet in his hands and made his way to the Castle where the
militia were to
meet that very night.

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