Chapter Five : The New Order changeth

[CharGar]

The farmers turned themselves in. What else could they do? None of them  really wanted to become murderers. Well, except for Gregorio, who already  was one. He was last seen fleeing past the Ranger station.   

Saorise was taken to the Skara healers, but they could do very little for her.  Their best efforts only managed to slow the effects of the Dooting. The Royal  guard sent a contingent of the Black Watch to the Abyss, to find out what the  goblins had done to the fields, and hopefully find some clue as to a cure. 

So, with the Skara healers unable to cure her, Saorise Kilkenny was transported  by Royal magic to a the hut of Urania, a healer who lived as a hermit in the  wilds of Ilshnear, not far from the Sorceror’s dungeon. It was said that she had  knowledge of ancient healing arts, but even she said it would take a long while  before the governor would be fit for office again.   
Before Saorise slipped into a coma, and between “doots”, she asked the guard  to send word to King Blackthorn, formally requesting that Carrick McGee take  over her duties until she was well again. She also asked that the matter of the  farms be given top priority, and the king might remember compassion when it  came to judging the farmers. After all, they were fighting for their livelihoods,  and for the coffers of Skara Brae. 

Carrick grudgingly moved into the governor’s office, and started tidying up.  While she was picking up all the paper strewn everywhere, something caught  her eye. A letter. 

“Dear governor. We have been asking you for months to sort out the ferryman.  He is charging exorbitant rates, and taking advantage of our daughters! If you  do not do something by the new moon, we will have to take matters into our  own hands! Trust me, you will not like that very much at all! Signed, The  Rangers of Skara Brae” 
Carrick looked at the calendar that she’d just put on the wall. New moon? That  was … today. She gulped.  An arrow came flying through the window, and embedded itself in the  calendar. Carrick dived under the table, and started casting a spell for a  moongate. It seemed it simply didn’t pay to take on the governorship of Skara  Brae!    =The End=

I would like to thank EM Kincaid for these marvelous I have been posting.

[Sara Dale]

We have so many talented people on this shard.