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HEROIC DEEDS AND TALES OF DARING DO!

SEND IN THE NEXT ONE THAT SAYS HE KNOWS HIS LETTERS! Magnus wipes the blood of his sword as he dictates the same report once again. The shaken old man dutifully scribbles the words down without managing to take his eyes of the sword, his Lord Magnus and the three former scribes littering the floor of the command pavillion. Youll do, till I kill you or I find someone better! Good scribes are so hard to find.

OLAF! OLAF! There you are! I thought you said Perdan was the Capital? I thought you said you grew up there? I thought you said you had an inate sense of direction? But...But...(strangled squeek then just a groan) ULFGAR! Your my new pathfinder! And dont you dare tell me you thought the Capital was Perdan also!

Bah! First its scribes who cant scribe and now its a pathfinder who cant path!? I twisted Olaf's head around so at least part of him is now headed the right direction! HarHahaHARhar!(is that how you spell crazy laugh?) My new pathfinder, Ulfgar, assures me he knows the way to the REAL Capital! They may not be smart, but they can lift heavy things! No wonder Mother sent them with me, she knew they would never find there way home!

OOOH! SCRIBE! Everyone suddenly seems to be diligently scouting every direction at once. Sgt. Ulfgar, post a notice at the next campsite, SCRIBE WANTED! Pay and life expectancy consumate with experience. Must know which end of the quill goes in the inkpot and Realm protacol is a BIG plus! (Stomps off lifting rocks and kicking bushes while fingering a very large knife)

If it wouldnt be to much trouble, I seem to be between scribes again, could you tell me who I should ask? I just want to go Bash someone (besides my own men!) for Odin's sake! Stumbling along in Perdan! Magnus

Honored Sirs, Noble Ladies, ect, ect... Allow this missive in lieu of a formal introduction. I, Magnus Solarin late of Jekel, have heard there is a lot of bashing to go round here in Pedan and would like to offer the services of myself and my "pointy stick slingers". We are currently in route to the Capital to reinforce and will then set out to one of the fronts. I respectfully request to be placed into whatever battle group thingy would give the best chance to kill, maime or otherwise "hurt them really bad"! Blah blah blah (insert lots of flowery praise and a really good "Im not worthy") Strength and Honor Magnus Solarin

somewhere in Perdan....ULFGAR! ULFGAR! Where is that bloody pathfinder? (The large man looks around angrily) Sir! Excuse me, Sir! Nori, if you ask me, "Are we at the Capital yet?" one more time,I swear on Odin's one good eye I'll give you a haircut you'll never have to get again! Do you see a bunch of Fops strolling around in multi colored tights, ladies in funny pointy hats or any old men pushin carts around, ringing bells, and yellin,"BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!"? NO YOU DON'T!!! Thats how you'll know we're in the Capital! Anyway, it wasn't my fault they changed the Capital city and Olaf(the first pathfinder,now able to look behind him without turning around)led us toward the wrong damn one!(of course he hadn't been here in years..oh well..details details) I asked Mother for the Slayers, but NO!, she saddles me with you twinkle toed stick slingers and gives the good Infantry to Lars!(She always did like him best) So Nori and the rest of you just SHUT yer holes and pick up your pointy shoes and keep marchin! NOW MOVE OUT!!!

...still tramping about inner Perdan. The 4th Scribe, being somewhat smarter than the first three, handed the rather offical looking dispatch to the Flight leader, who in turn handed to the Line corporal, who gave it to the Lords groom. The groom, having survived longest around Lord Magnus, slipped it into his Lords' saddle bag where it wasn't found for some hours after the groom had left to find oats. WHAT! WHAT! But I just left Beascanon, thats where this all started!!! Ooh! Well, we had to go refit anyhow I suppose. ALL RIGHT! Listen up you misbegotten string twingers! We just got orders to refit then head back the way we came! (assorted groans, moans, and a quickly stiffled question that started to sound a lot like, "Are we in the Capital yet?" Think of it this way men, we get a nice walk in the country, a visit to the big city and then we get to go back and defend hearth and home! Yes Beascanon is soon to be under attack! So move with a purpose ladies and shake a leg! On the bright side, we won't have to drag your body all the way home to put you in a proper barrow!

..... in the trackless waste of inner Perdan two sentries start to the alert

shhh! what was that?

I dont know but you better wake up Lord Magnus I think I see someone moving this way.

GULP! But I woke him up last time its your turn!

Is not! Anyway I had to bury the scribes all by myself!

.....as the two sentries are engrossed in their conversation a rather smallish man with a portable desk under his arm strides up to them...

Excuse me you two, but where can I find the Lord Magnus?

Who es it wants to know? the first sentry asks recovering quickly form his fright.

I am the scribe Blen!(draws himself up proudly then continues)Formerly of the entourage of Lord Maelg. He was gracious enough to send me when he heard your Lord had a position open.

The two sentries stand and stare at the little man with mouths agape for a few seconds and then promptly fall to the ground helplessly in gales of laughter!!!