Krath Tetrarch Report

2002/09/11, 10:00 PM, Battleteam Leader -

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      Type: Dark Hand Report | Tetrarch Report (Joint Report)  

      Date: Thursday, 12 September, 2002  

      Update by: **[Tirna Q'jira](mailto:Tirna_Qjira@yahoo.com) | [J'Lek Arcanos](mailto:JLek_hadcsp@hotmail.com)
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 <p class="report">High within the centermost tower of Dragon Keep, residing with the former Quaestor's domain, Dark Adept J'Lek Arcanos sat within his high-backed chair, leaning forward to be propped up by his arm, his chin and cheek resting in thoughtfully poised fingers. He started at the computer screen before him, watching the data scroll past endlessly. He sighed. "So much remains undone..."</p>

 <p class="report">A knock at the door startled him out of his thoughts.  "Master Arcanos?"</p>

 <p class="report">It was Tirna, his student.  She was always so quiet.  It was of little wonder she could so easily startle him.  He let his gaze flick through the data before him on the screen one last time before replying, his voice soft and sad.  He did not turn around to greet her, rather remaining with his back towards her.  "There are so many things that remain, Tirna....far too many, I'm afraid."</p>

 <p class="report">The Guardian took a step further into the room.  "What do you mean, Master?"  she inquired in a soft tone of voice that conveyed worry.</p>

 <p class="report">He continued to stare at the screen, his eyes distant, his fingertips now poised into a point with each elbow resting on an arm.  "Wondrous methods of training, things that I only could have dreamed of when I was Headmaster of the Shadow Academy.  Alas, I regret that I cannot see these completed under my leadership of the Ebon Cloak."</p>

 <p class="report">He finally turned around to face her.  "I have been training you, you see.  Each task I gave you, each duty I've had you perform, all of these were for a greater purpose, one far nobler than that of achieving the rank of Dark Jedi Knight."</p>

 <p class="report">He moved his gaze upwards to meet hers.  "You have great potential, Tirna.  Everyone else can see it.  Why can't you?"</p>

 <p class="report">As the Guardian took a few more steps into the room she paused to blink, staring at him for a moment with her mouth agape, composure lost.  "Master Arcanos, I don't understand," she whispered in a faintly trembling voice.  "We all have potential.  We both know this.  I don't understand what this is about--"</p>

 <p class="report">The Dark Adept rose from his chair, raising his hand to silence her.  "You've been proving yourself to me for far longer than you think.  From the beginning, I knew that I had to find someone who could take my place."  He slowly began to pace about the room, looking down at the floor. "You know of my other projects in the Brotherhood, especially the one I had you transcribe my notes for.  I knew that at any moment, I might be called to leave this phyle to dedicate myself fully to the projects that I had begun over a year ago."  He looked up to meet her startled gaze.  "That time is now."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna stood before him in stunned shock.  "But Master Arcanos, why? Is it because of--"</p>

 <p class="report">He held up his hand, cutting her off.  "Yes, also because of that, but we will not speak of such...deplorable things."  His face wrinkled for a moment before returning to his usual calm expression.  "Tirna, in these last several weeks, you have been tested..."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna stood there for a moment more, absorbing all the information in with a stunned look before finally regaining her composure. "But tested for what, Master Arcanos?" she asked in a quiet voice, her grey eyes faintly dim. "Have I not be loyal enough to you? Have I done then wrong? Have I committed some infraction? Why have I been summoned? Please, if I have done something amiss, let me correct it..."</p>

 <p class="report">He held up his hand again.  "Your skills as a leader were put to the test, and I must admit that I am quite impressed with the results."</p>

 <p class="report">The Guardian swallowed at the vague reprimand, staying silent for a moment to consider. "You're leaving us," she finally said, her tone merely a statement rather than question or accusation. "Who will be in charge of the Phyle, now that you are leaving?"</p>

 <p class="report">The Adept smiled quietly.  "I have requested that you take command.  Until you are officially confirmed, you will serve as Acting Tetrarch."</p>

 <p class="report">The Dark Hand nodded. "It will be as you wish, Master Arcanos." She looked up to meet his gaze. "Will you be giving your report tonight, or will I be delivering both?"</p>

 <p class="report">"What would you feel most comfortable with?"</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna took a breath. "It would be appreciated, Master Arcanos, if you could deliver your final report and the news of your departure yourself."</p>

 <p class="report">"Very well.  Another question, if you wouldn't mind, Tetrarch?"</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna grimaced at the title. "Yes, Master Arcanos?"</p>

 <p class="report">"Would you wish the aid of one of my personal staff to assist with Ebon Cloak's portion of the Clan's move?"</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna took a deep breath, considering the offer. Finally, she spoke. "While I appreciate the offer, Master Arcanos, I would not wish to take one of your people from you. I know that it takes some time to get a member of your staff properly trained, and I wouldn't want to cause any inconvenience."</p>

 <p class="report">He chuckled quitely.  "Tirna, I fear I've thrown your life horribly off-balance, for I'm sure you would know me a little better than that..."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna blushed. "Yes, Master Arcanos, I think under normal circumstances I would." She glanced toward a window at the sound of a bell tolling, and then back to him. "Forgive me."</p>

 <p class="report">"And you would know that I'd have a member of my staff ready to assist you, and that this person would have spent a good deal of time studying your every action, habit, and preference to assist you efficiently."  He grinned.  "Anything less could be called poor planning."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna nodded, bowing slightly. "Yes, Master Arcanos, that's true," she replied softly. "Forgive me for my lack of hindsight."</p>

 <p class="report">"Forgiven, of course."  He looked at her suddenly.  "What time is it?"</p>

 <p class="report">"Late, I fear. I imagine the Tyros are impatiently awaiting their required report so they can retire," the Guardian replied softly.</p>

 <p class="report">"Let us go then, you and I..."</p>

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

 <p class="report">They entered the Ebon Cloak meeting hall together, Tirna just a bit ahead of J'Lek, but she soon fell back into her proper place, allowing her now former Tetrarch to move up and give his final report to the Tyros he once called his students.</p>

 <p class="report">They both ascended up onto the dais from which all their previous reports had been dictated--with a few exceptions, and both turned around, J'Lek moving to the fore with a sad sigh.</p>

 <p class="report">He looked at the assembled Tyros, a touch of regret in his eyes.</p>

 <p class="report">"My Tyros, I have enjoyed my time as your Tetrarch.  However, I took this post knowing that other matters in the Brotherhood would possibly call one day.  It is my unfortunate duty to announce my resignation from the position of Tetrarch of the Ebon Cloak phyle."</p>

 <p class="report">As some of the Tyros started at him in shock the Dark Adept continued on.  "Many of you are probably wondering what is to become of your Training.  Rest assured that your progress will not be lost in the transition.  During the brief transition, Guardian Q'jira will serve as Acting Tetrarch.  As she has served this phyle well as Dark Hand and has worked closely with me on the administration of the Phyle's training program, I have recommended her for the position of Tetrarch.  I am sure that she will quickly confirmed to that position."</p>

 <p class="report">Taking a deep breath the former Tetrarch moved on to the orders section of his report.  "Please, continue to work on your promotion requirements.  A lot of work was put in to setting up ECTP.  Take advantage of it.</p>

 <p class="report">"Also, Specter of the Past continues as planned.  Your submissions are due on September 30th, 2002.</p>

 <p class="report">"As I am no longer Tetrarch, your submissions and questions should go to Tirna Q'jira, though I will always be happy to help out if you can't reach her for some reason."</p>

 <p class="report">He smiled faintly. "Some of you show great promise.  I am proud to have been a part of your early training and I hope that our paths will cross again in the future."</p>

 <p class="report">He turned, moving gracefully away from the dais with a gesture towards his student.  "With that, I present Tirna Q'jira."</p>

 <p class="report">Guardian Tirna Q'jira, now the Acting Tetrarch, stepped up to the center of the dais. "Tyros of Ebon Cloak, while we are loosing an excellent Tetrarch, all is not lost. I will be continuing the Ebon Cloak Training Program as my Tetrarch before me for as long as I am allowed to remain Tetrarch, be it acting or real.</p>

 <p class="report">"The Phyle Wars deadline is the nineteenth, so be sure to get all your submissions in before midnight that night. Please send your submissions to the [Quaestor](mailto:James@yogle.freeserve.co.uk) and [Aedile](mailto:Loor@home.se), and [carbon copy me](mailto:Tirna_Qjira@yahoo.com) when you submit for my records. All submissions need to be in .doc or .txt format using twelve point Arial font. Further details may be found at the [House Competition holosite](http://www.yogle.freeserve.co.uk/HAD/Competitions/3.htm)."</p>

 <p class="report">She took a breath and moved on. "I've added a new link to the Ebon Cloak holosite under the Affiliate's section to the [Emperor's Hammer System Manual](http://www.minos.net/~sysman/). I hope it will prove of some use.</p>

 <p class="report">"I'd like to see some more people signing up to the [Ebon Cloak message board](http://pub92.ezboard.com/beboncloakphyle). It costs nothing to register, but if no one is using it I see little point in continuing to pay good credits to remove the Imperial advertisement. So please, let us endeavor to use both the mailing list and the message board from this day onwards.</p>

 <p class="report">"On a final note I would like to say that any activity seen on the mailing list or message board, as well as any other recognized method of communication, will count towards your not being marked absent without leave and removed from the Phyle. Please keep this in mind."</p>

 <p class="report">She stepped back from the dais. "That is all I have this week. Hopefully I'll have better news next week. Rest well, Tyros. Things will be getting better from here on out I hope."</p>

 <p class="report">As the Tyros gathered their things and began shuffling out she turned back to her Master. "You spoke earlier about asking if I wished the aid of a member from your personal staff. May I ask who you had in mind?" the Guardian inquired softly with a raised eyebrow.</p>

 <p class="report">The Tetrarch put am arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her towards the door. "I thought I'd let you have your pick, Tirna," he replied as they walked together. "Several members of my staff know your routine quite well, and I think you would find a fit steward among any of them."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna nodded, a pondering look crossing her features. "Let me think about it then, if you will, Master Arcanos, so I can best decide who to take with me when I leave."</p>

 <p class="report">The former Ebon Cloak Tetrarch nodded. "Fair enough, Tirna. I'll let you think about it and tell me when you decide. Rest well, Guardian Q'jira," he bade her goodnight as they exited the hall. "Pleasant dreams."</p>

 <p class="report">Tirna nodded. "The same to you, Master Arcanos. Goodnight."</p>

 <p class="report">J'Lek nodded. "One last thing, Tirna?"</p>

 <p class="report">"Yes, Master Arcanos?"</p>

 <p class="report">"Are your books still in my study?"</p>

 <p class="report">The Guardian nodded. "Yes."</p>

 <p class="report">"Alright then. I'll return them to you tomorrow I hope. I have some more studying yet on what I've discovered." And with that the Dark Adept turned, walking out of the light and into the dimly lit halls of Dragon Keep, leaving his student to watch after him for a moment longer before seeking the solace of her bed.</p>

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

 <p class="report" 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)/

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