Krath Tetrarch Report

2002/09/04, 10:00 PM, Battleteam Leader -

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      Type: Dark Hand Report  

      Date: Thursday, 05 September, 2002  

      Update by: **[Tirna Q'jira](mailto:Tirna_Qjira@yahoo.com)
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 <p class="report">By the Galactic Standard reckoning, it was the fifth day of the ninth month of the year two-thousand-two. It was also precisely five minutes and twenty seconds to the sixth day of the ninth month of the year two-thousand-two. On Heimdall, moon of the planet Njord, things were a little different.</p>

 <p class="report">The cool evening, so beset with sunset hues, had just faded away into a star-dappled night. Shadows had lengthened, and then vanished as the sun dipped lower below the horizon. The shape of Dragon Keep became no more than a silhouette in the night, Heimdall's mother planet drifting just above the north-eastern horizon, to shed palely reflected light sunlight.</p>

 <p class="report">By the Njord planetary calendar it was still the fifth day of the ninth month of the year two-thousand-two, despite the fact that six seconds ago the Galactic Standard Time had come to say 1200. On Njord it was barely nine-o'-clock.</p>

 <p class="report">From the highest citadel of Dragon Keep Guardian and Dark Hand Tirna Q'jira had watched the moon's day fade into night. She had watched the few creatures that inhabited the planetoid fall into their cycles of slumber or of wakefulness in the case of those few nocturnal creatures.</p>

 <p class="report">But now she was here, within the confines of the Ebon Cloak dining hall. Seated between her Tetrarch and his current Head Steward Korrin Alarr she was silent, listening where others spoke. Her Master's former Head Steward, Archibald Lins, sat on J'Lek's other side. It was, as Master Arcanos had promised, one of the finest dinners she had had in a long time.</p>

 <p class="report">Seated around the two tables within the dining hall were six other Tyros. The three Protectors of Ebon Cloak--Rage Dawnstar, Talons Pryde and Zedder Netzach--were present. Tirna's grey eyes watched Rage for a long moment as she sat in silence as well, though this silence, Tirna knew, was different from her own contemplative stance. Rage was leaving their Phyle, and would be gone the following morning. At least it was on amicable terms... If you could call Rage "amicable".</p>

 <p class="report">Of the Acolytes only Detori Koth, their newest arrival, was present. She herself had given him a Task only a week ago, but from what she had seen things were going rather well. Absently she brushed her sole silver lock back behind her ear as she let out a soft sigh. The other two Acolytes, Arduk and Adian, were absent without leave and were being removed not only from the Phyle, but from the House as well for being derelict in their duties.</p>

 <p class="report">Out of four only two of the Novices were present, one of whom was leaving as well. Mako Gaiton, she recalled his name. He hadn't been much of one to interact. Always busy. Perhaps it was best that he was leaving the Phyle. Locke, the other present Novice, was their second newest member. The other two Novices were absent without either their Tetrarch or Quaestor's leave, and were being expelled from the House for the same reasons as the two Acolytes. She wouldn't miss Dierdre or Matis, she realized. She had barely known them.</p>

 <p class="report">At least those that were left gave hope that they might be active members. They could not afford inactivity in House Acclivis Draco's sole training Phyle. Slowly, the Guardian drew herself back from the various thoughts that beset her, and quietly turned to finishing what was left of her main course. Already servants were taking away the dishes of those who had finished whilst they busily chatted amongst themselves.</p>

 <p class="report">"What would madam's preference for drink be?" she heard a voice above and behind her ask. Hastily she swallowed a half-chewed mouthful to reply, her voice holding the slightest note of inquiry as she replied, her gaze directed towards J'Lek. "Wine?"</p>

 <p class="report">He raised an eyebrow at her for half a moment, his eyes the only thing visible over his glass of tea as he took a sip. The Guardian waited a half moment more after he had set the glass down for rebuke or denial before replying to the waiter as to her preference. "White wine, if you please. Nothing too strong, simply enough to clear the palate."</p>

 <p class="report">"As you wish, madam," he replied before slipping away.</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna breathed a sigh of relief. She had not been altogether sure that her Master would allow her wine right before she gave her report. It wasn't that she did not handle alcohol well, it was simply that she had never drank it before in front of him.</p>

 <p class="report">"Tirna, you're a grown woman. I have no right to hamper your choices should you choose to make them."</p>

 <p class="report">The Dark Hand glanced at him with a puzzled look. "How did you know what I was thinking? If you don't mind my asking, sir," she amended quietly.</p>

 <p class="report">He tapped his right temple. "For one," be began, "you could not broadcast your thoughts more clearly than you are now in your distressed state, even with projective telepathy. And second, it's written all over your face and in your eyes. The worry, that is." He offered her a small smile--a rare sight, even for her--and momentarily laid a comforting hand over hers. "Relax. I think you could use that wine, besides."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna sighed. "I am sorry, my Master. It is just that we are loosing nearly half our Phyle due to inactivity and absence without leave. I realize that this is something that is likely to happen to a new Phyle, and that as Acclivis Draco's training Phyle we can't allow ourselves to have members unwilling to grow and learn, but it disturbs me greatly that we lost so many in this last activity check."</p>

 <p class="report">He nodded, his eyes vaguely compassionate and understanding as he removed his hand from hers to take up his glass of tea again. "Don't worry, Tirna," he said as he sipped. "The end of the Feud should mark the beginning of activity for us. They'll have more time to concentrate on their duties, now." He set the glass down. "Now, drink your wine and relax. You have a report to deliver in ten minutes." He offered her another one of his smiles, this one more mysterious than the last as he took a deep drink from his lemon decorated cup.</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna found herself smiling weakly back as she took her wine glass from the waiter as he returned and drank, letting the cool liquid roll down her throat. The alcohol made her throat feel warm as it slid down to her esophagus, and she closed her eyes to savor the sensation. She found it quite helped her to relax and was very annoyed when an incessant dinging noise interrupted her.</p>

 <p class="report">Her grey eyes snapped open to discover the source of this annoyance, only to discover it was J'Lek rapping his fork against the side of his water glass, calling for order. A quick glance at the clock told her it had been ten minutes. She sighed, draining the last of the glass. It was time for her report.</p>

 <p class="report">As the Tyros settled into silence, the Dark Hand set down her now empty wine glass upon the white-clothed table-top and brushed back that errant silver lock before pushing back and rising to her feet to be seen and--hopefully--heard by those precious few Tyros gathered.</p>

 <p class="report">"My Tyros," she began, her voice gentler than it was the week before, "I must apologize for my tone as I gave last week's report. The stress of the Feud, the lack of activity within our Phyle, and other things I cannot discuss openly, had brought me to a state of mental distress and I fear I took it out on you, though the act was meant to motivate.</p>

 <p class="report">"Tyros of Ebon Cloak," she continued, her voice soft, but still audible in the quiet hall, "I fear during this last activity check we lost nearly half of our Phyle. For those of you who are unaware Acolytes Arduk and Adian Pryde, as well as Novices Dierdre Varn and Matis Gazdz, were found derelict in their duties and absent without leave. They are being dismissed from our House and transferred into the Rouges. It is my wish that we bid them goodbye without malice, and merely strive to become better and more active as a whole."</p>

 <p class="report">She paused for breath. "To Protector Rage Dawnstar, who is leaving us, I bid you a fond farewell. I did not know you as well as I would have liked, but I knew you well enough to like what I knew." The Protector inclined her head slightly at this statement before Tirna moved on. "To Novice Mako Gaiton, I also bid you farewell, and success in your venture from this Phyle and House."</p>

 <p class="report">She paused a moment before moving on and changing the subject to another matter at hand. "For those of you who have attempted to create an account on the [Phyle's message board](http://pub92.ezboard.com/beboncloakphyle) and come up unsuccessful, I would like to say that all that is required is a local account, which works without error from what I can judge. If any of you have further problems when you go to create an account, please contact me so I can seek the problem further. On another note, please remember that activity on the message boards counts towards general activity, as does using the [Phyle mailing list](http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EbonCloakPhyle/).</p>

 <p class="report">"As some of you may know, our Clan is moving back to Osiris within the Setii system. Our Quaestor has decided that he wishes to create what he calls 'Phyle Wars' in this case. It is his desire that every member of the three Phyles of House Acclivis Draco write their own description of the new base our House will have on Osiris. No word limit has been placed on this assignment, but it has been restricted to two formats for submission: .doc and .txt. The Quaestor has also stated that he wants all documents to be done using point twelve Arial font.</p>

 <p class="report">"When submitting to this competition--for which medals will be awarded to the first, second, and third people to place--be sure to carbon copy [myself](mailto:Tirna_Qjira@yahoo.com) and your [Tetrarch](mailto:JLek_hadcsp@hotmail.com) as well as sending it to our [Aedile Loor](mailto:Loor@home.se) and of course, your [Quaestor Mejas](mailto:James@yogle.freeserve.co.uk). For further details please visit the [Acclivis Draco Competitions holosite](http://www.yogle.freeserve.co.uk/HAD/Competitions/3.htm), and for those of you who wish further information on the Setii system, it can be found in the [System Manual](http://www.minos.net/~sysman/setii.html)."</p>

 <p class="report">She paused to let all that information sink into the Tyros' minds before she gestured towards her Tetrarch. "Now, if you would be so kind, your Tetrarch has some words to share with you as well." And with that the Dark Hand settled back into her chair, pleased to find she had another glass of wine.</p>

 <p class="report">"Well delivered," Korrin commented to her as J'Lek pushed himself back and rose to his feet.</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna smiled. "Let's just see how well J'Lek does," she replied quietly to him. Still smiling the Dark Hand returned to her glass of white wine, settling back into a quiet, and now quite relaxed state of mind since that she had now completed the duties assigned her.</p>

 <p align="center">![-=-=-=- (Bar)](http://pages.prodigy.net/aysha_minion/_uimages/Bar.jpg)</p>

 <p class="report">GRD [Tirna Q'jira](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/dossier.asp?ID=1839) (Krath)/TYR/[Acclivis Draco](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/ViewUnit.asp?ID=28) of [Scholae Palatinae](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/ViewUnit.asp?ID=10)/(SE)/Cr-1A/(LSS)/

{SA: O:KS-O:KGS}

Dark Hand and Webmaster of Ebon Cloak Phyle

"We all have a heritage. We all have a destiny. Whether we embrace it and become as we truly are meant to be, that is another matter entirely..."</p>

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Type: Tetrach Report

Date: Thursday, 05 September, 2002

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 <p class="report">J'Lek smiled blandly as the various servers began to quietly inquire each member of their respective preferences of desserts.  These functions were something that he always enjoyed, being a far cry from the poverty of his youth.  "It seems as if my investments have paid off rather nicely," he thought to himself.  There would be time for more of those thoughts later.  For now, he had a report to give.</p>

 <p class="report">"My Tyros: We are diminished.  Yet, in spite of this, we are stronger.  No longer will we waste our resources on those who decided to not participate with us.  Now we can dedicate our resources to those of you who have chosen to seek the Dark Side wholeheartedly.  I will remind each and every one of you that if you are inactive for three weeks without requesting to go on leave status, you will be subject to being transferred out of this phyle.  You will also run the risk of being declared Absent Without Leave and being transferred to Rogue quarters or, even worse, being 'removed' from the Brotherhood.  I trust that I have made myself clear."</p>

 <p class="report">"While I have no pity for those who have chosen to leave us without providing us any sort of reason, I do regret announcing the departure of those who have taken the time to actually request their transfer.  Rage, Mako, Ebon Cloak will be diminished for your leaving us, but you have made your choices, and we wish you luck in the future and can only hope that we will meet again under favorable circumstances."</p>

 <p class="report">"I wish to remind everyone to continue work on the submissions for Spectre of the Past.  All submissions are due on the last day of this month."</p>

 <p class="report">"Also, please continue to work on your promotion requirements as set forth in the Ebon Cloak Training Program.  I know that some of you are extremely close to being promoted, and I'd like to see some of you in new robes soon."</p>

 <p class="report">J'Lek gestured to his Head Steward.  "I believe that Alarr should handle this next matter."</p>

 <p class="report">"Milord, I regret to inform you and your phyle that Dragon Keep's computer systems are still under repair.  I must indeed say that it is fortunate that the majority of your phyle's data was kept on Acclivis Draco's systems, as your phyle's holosite is still running and functional.  Alas, milord, your personal e-mail and database systems are still malfunctioning, though I have our best technicians working on the problem as we speak."</p>

 <p class="report">J'Lek nodded.  "It is unfortunate.  Still, life goes on, and your orders will be made available in the usual places."</p>

 <p align="center">![-=-=-=- (Bar)](http://pages.prodigy.net/aysha_minion/_uimages/Bar.jpg)</p>

 <p class="report">Orders for the Ebon Cloak Phyle Week Starting Thursday, 5 Sept 2002</p>

 <p class="report">Goodbye to Protector Rage Dawnstar and Novice Mako Gaiton</p>

 <p class="report">(Good riddance to those who AWOLed)</p>

 <p class="report">Continue working on your submissions for [Spectre of the Past](http://www.geocities.com/Ebon_Cloak_Phyle/Competitions.htm). Deadline is 30 September 2002.</p>

 <p class="report">Complete some more requirements on the [Training Program](http://www.geocities.com/Ebon_Cloak_Phyle/Promotion_Requirements.htm).</p>

 <p class="report">J'Lek's motherboard is dead.  His mother in RL is alive and well.  He's having difficulties getting to his e-mail, so bear with him as he gets things back into order.</p>

 <p class="report">That is all.</p>

 <p align="center">![-=-=-=- (Bar)](http://pages.prodigy.net/aysha_minion/_uimages/Bar.jpg)</p>

 <p class="report">"That is all.  Enjoy."  J'Lek sat back down.  In a hushed voice, he addressed those nearest him.  "I found something in the House archives recently that may be rather important, but I need to do further research.  Alarr, I'd like you to check through my library, and Lins, I'd like to talk you into visiting Diablo Keep on Hela.  Tirna, if I might trouble you for your archives..."</p>

 <p class="report">DA [J'Lek Arcanos](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/dossier.asp?ID=61) (Krath)/Tetrarch/[House Acclivis Draco](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/ViewUnit.asp?ID=28) of [Clan Scholae Palatinae](http://www.darkjedibrotherhood.org/dbjedi/ViewUnit.asp?ID=10)</p>

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