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Post by Lazlo Cotellier on Nov 16, 2019 2:01:29 GMT -5
Captain of the Holodrum Guard
The echo of armor clinking against ivory stone reverberated throughout the halls of the castle, a midday sun shining through the windows as a young man walked hurriedly towards his destination. Donning Leona Armora, the black armor marked by the Holodrum insignia, Lazlo proceeded throughout the castle halls to the Kings study. The ivory castle was something of true magnificence and the artisans that crafted it must of been true masters of architectural design. Still, Lazlo found the incessant echoing to be something of an annoyance. His monthly reports weren't difficult. In fact they remained the easiest part of his job yet he still found a shred of anxiety bubbling within his gut each time he came to report. There was something about standing before the King that threw him for a loop. Five years ago if you had asked him where he would be he most certainly wouldn't have thought this to be the case.
His report typically consisted of basic information on the Guards activities and issues over the previous month with a light set of goals Lazlo had laid out, and, where exactly he was on meeting those goals. This past month hadn't been any different than the months prior. They were busy with recruiting, training, patrolling, and expeditions to eliminate threats in the country side. The only thing different about this meeting was that it was two days later than originally scheduled. Lazlo wasn't concerned however. He had never been late on a report before, and he had just returned to the city from an expedition that took a little longer than originally anticipated. He had led a small unit to dismantle a group of bandits ransacking the highway to the south through the Holodrum plains. Unfortunately the bandits had a competent scout, and this led to a chase almost reaching the Gerudo Desert before they were apprehended.
Reaching his destination, Lazlo stopped before the door and knocked three times. There were rules in the Guard; a proper way to address ones superiors, a proper way to enter rooms, a certain method of speaking. These things were learned as a recruit in the Guard and expected to be upheld by the Captain at all times. One of these practices was the entrance into a superiors room or office. A triple knock would always be followed by a report of identification, and so as the knocks finished he stated his.
"Captain Cotellier, reporting as ordered, sir.
On the way back to the city he had sent a Guard ahead to deliver a message pertaining to their return. In response he was ordered to appear for his monthly report upon immediate arrival of the city. As such the papers he carried did not cover the expedition they just completed and so a verbal report would be necessary to brief the King on the events that took place. Lazlo swallowed and let out a deep breath, retaining his stature and hardened expression. He was tired. The past few days consisted of very little sleep and nothing sounded better to him than to remove his armor and collapse into an actual bed. He wouldn't show it though. A responsibility of image and a duty to follow orders took precedence.
The day of the king of Holodrum was always quite the busy endeavor. Being the king of a kingdom trying to make progress was quite a difficult thing, numerous hurdles always springing about making things all the more complicated. It was easy for one to merely glance at this task and think of it as an easy fix, but certain solutions that seemed to be an easy and quick answer would usually lead to something that would only bring complications in the future. A carefree and cheerful looking king was what Asthar appeared to be, but the king in all his glamour deeply though about his kingdom and what needed to be done.
Unconventional in numerous ways, Asthar was a king far different from the past rulers of Holodrum. Though he held knowledge of proper etiquette and grace, he was a rather casual and laid back looking king, usually showing his more serious side when the time calls for it. With how many outcast populated Holodrum it wasn’t easy to really deal with the issues, but Asthar wasn’t one to complain.
Residing in his quarters with numerous documents for him to go through, Asthar sat upon his desk reading through a few reports. First it was Seith and now Majora. Though they held neutrality with Eleazar for now, soon Holodrum will have to take action if Majora begins to cause havoc. This would be the second time the Holodrum would have to face a god and hopefully it didn’t end up like last time. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against his chair and brushed his hair back. With the way Eleazar was going it seemed that the battle was going to be inevitable. He had hoped that the puppet would cut his strings, but that didn’t seem the case. His mind continued to ponder thought about the upcoming battle, but the knock upon his door caught his attention and Asthar looked to the door.
“Ah! Captain! I’ve been waiting for you! Welcome back! Come on in!” Asthar called from his desk. His new captain of the guard seemed like such a disciplined man that it was odd that the scheduled report was late. Asthar was quite interested in what his captain had to report.