Post by Erkenbrand II on May 6, 2006 1:45:08 GMT -5
Night unfolded itself in the east, and then, the west. At the last light, the sun shone onto the ground, red as blood.
Erkenbrand pushed open the door of his palace, he looked sadly around the main hall which is now quiet. The burning torch shone faintly on the wall. Erkenbrand then walked slowly to his personal chamber.
The wooden door creaked gently, Erkenbrand took up a candle, his father's old wooden table and chair was piled with documents, he seated himself on the old wooden chair and dipped a quill into the ink bottle. The night is still young, the stars concealed themselves behind the thick cloud.
'Permission to introduce an army tax which will help in purchasing the euipment, train and dispatch soldiers of the East Emnet.' Erkenbrand read a document on his table. He gently pressed his quill on the paper making a soft noise of the quill scratched the paper. 'I, Erkenbrand II, King of Rohan permit the governor of the East Emnet to introduce The Army Tax, which will be collected from the citizens of The East Emnet every month for five pennies.'
The King laid the document with the finished ones and read the other one. 'Sixth Company of the Wold mutinied, the governor propose that this unit shall be decimated.' Erkenbrand rubber his fore finger against the surface of the wooden table gently before dipping his quill into the ink. But he let go of his quill and the document, again the picture of the dead rohirrim in the civil war flashed into his mind. Thousands of men and horses lay dead in the pools of blood. He was only in his early thirties but so many thing troubled his mind, alas. He remembered thousands of bodies on the stretchers covered by the green flag of Rohan, including his uncle who commanded the third company.
The field hospital was filled with the wounded. He talked to some of the mortally wounded soldiers, a few begged him to kill them so their suffering would end.
'Too many rohirrim killed each other' Erkenbrand though, his mind was troubled. He stared at the blank stone wall, a strong wind blew into the room, dimmed the candle light. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the wooden table. 'Am I born to slay my kins?' He asked himself, 'Am I not a capable ruler?' So had many died during his reign. The rohirrim then gazed at his sword, hanged on the wall. Many diamonds were buried deep in her hilt, she has been through many years and many horrible moments, yet, she still stand strong and unwavered.
Erkenbrand then made up his mind, he will live with the past and will do his best everyday from that day onward to prevent more bloodshed. 'I, Erkenbrand II, Sovereign of all Rohan. Will not permit the decimation of The Sixth Company of Wold. But the unit shall be disbanded to the far corners of the Kingdom and new recruits shall be drafted into the unit.'
After laying down his quill, Erkenbrand poured a glass of warm water and lifted it up to his mouth, slowly. The water made him feel alittle more comfortable, then he blowed the candle and cast his cloak aside, the night is late and the stars revealed themselves from the could. He laid himself onto the bed, his weary mind rested itself after a long day.
Erkenbrand pushed open the door of his palace, he looked sadly around the main hall which is now quiet. The burning torch shone faintly on the wall. Erkenbrand then walked slowly to his personal chamber.
The wooden door creaked gently, Erkenbrand took up a candle, his father's old wooden table and chair was piled with documents, he seated himself on the old wooden chair and dipped a quill into the ink bottle. The night is still young, the stars concealed themselves behind the thick cloud.
'Permission to introduce an army tax which will help in purchasing the euipment, train and dispatch soldiers of the East Emnet.' Erkenbrand read a document on his table. He gently pressed his quill on the paper making a soft noise of the quill scratched the paper. 'I, Erkenbrand II, King of Rohan permit the governor of the East Emnet to introduce The Army Tax, which will be collected from the citizens of The East Emnet every month for five pennies.'
The King laid the document with the finished ones and read the other one. 'Sixth Company of the Wold mutinied, the governor propose that this unit shall be decimated.' Erkenbrand rubber his fore finger against the surface of the wooden table gently before dipping his quill into the ink. But he let go of his quill and the document, again the picture of the dead rohirrim in the civil war flashed into his mind. Thousands of men and horses lay dead in the pools of blood. He was only in his early thirties but so many thing troubled his mind, alas. He remembered thousands of bodies on the stretchers covered by the green flag of Rohan, including his uncle who commanded the third company.
The field hospital was filled with the wounded. He talked to some of the mortally wounded soldiers, a few begged him to kill them so their suffering would end.
'Too many rohirrim killed each other' Erkenbrand though, his mind was troubled. He stared at the blank stone wall, a strong wind blew into the room, dimmed the candle light. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the wooden table. 'Am I born to slay my kins?' He asked himself, 'Am I not a capable ruler?' So had many died during his reign. The rohirrim then gazed at his sword, hanged on the wall. Many diamonds were buried deep in her hilt, she has been through many years and many horrible moments, yet, she still stand strong and unwavered.
Erkenbrand then made up his mind, he will live with the past and will do his best everyday from that day onward to prevent more bloodshed. 'I, Erkenbrand II, Sovereign of all Rohan. Will not permit the decimation of The Sixth Company of Wold. But the unit shall be disbanded to the far corners of the Kingdom and new recruits shall be drafted into the unit.'
After laying down his quill, Erkenbrand poured a glass of warm water and lifted it up to his mouth, slowly. The water made him feel alittle more comfortable, then he blowed the candle and cast his cloak aside, the night is late and the stars revealed themselves from the could. He laid himself onto the bed, his weary mind rested itself after a long day.
