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Title: *scribbles faintly into the night* Post by: Gregor Eason on May 20, 2005, 11:20:22 pm Eason sat at his desk, gliding quill over parchment; he wrote...
"I, Gregor Eason, hereby resign from my position as Commander, leading officer, of the Cove Militia, of the Baronship of Cove. My resignation is that of retirement; I have served the Baronship loyally for a great length now, and wish to move...." Before Eason could finish, the Baron storms in. "Oh, capital! Commander Eason! Your so called 'officers' and leading guardsmen have gone off on leave for two weeks! Do ye believe that? How is one to command the greatest Militia in Britannia if his chosen men are nay present?! What's that your writing, Gregor?" Eason scrunches up the parchment and throws it to the side. "Oh, nothing my Liege. Two weeks, eh? Two weeks it is, my Lord." |