Topic: For the record...

Zonker

Date: 2006-10-02 19:03 EST
The aging Norseman, known to many simply as Zonker, walked into the offices of Rhydin's monthly newspaper. The sound of his worn and pockmarked staff against the floorboards echoed throughout the halls as he approached the front desk and smiled.

"Pardon me, lass;" he said pleasantly, "I wouldst like tae speak tae one of your reporters, Lady Tera whate'er her name be now. Tis concerning an error in the most recent edition of The Oracle."

Tera Destre

Date: 2006-10-03 01:07 EST
Des was sitting at her desk eating one of Rosie's cinnamon rolls and drinking coffee. Life was very good as she scanned her notes from the Overlord Challenge match that Imp had called just the night before.

She was dressed in a flowing gown that left room for her now slightly rounded tummy as usual these days with a silver circlet holding her hair back out of her face as it tumbled freely over her shoulders and down her back today. This was never to say that she no longer was armed to the teeth and back however.

She simply had conferred with her dressmaker and now had her favorite weapons still at hand just in a different guise. Not that she expected to need them with the one royal guard that still accompanied her everywhere when her beloved husband wasn't at her side.

Hearing her name being spoken in a familiar voice she looked up and over toward the reception desk with a bright smile which quickly turned to a frown at the word "error".

How in tarnation did she make an error concerning Zonker?, she wondered. The only thing concerning him she could remember writing was about the Orphanage and people could leave donations with him for it. Now surely he wasn't here to tell her that he didn't have anything to do with the Orphanage after all when all this time she had associated him with it and had heard him associated with it in one way or another.

Goddess bless but she was going to start puting official disclaimers on all of her articles she just about decided there and then as her head started to pound and she glanced toward the glass wall of Amal's office in dread. She was going to end up getting fired she just knew it.

There would be no standing on the corner with the nasty newspaper boys for her. Nope she would be lucky if Amal didn't take her out and hire a firing squad putting an end to her life completely this time. But there still was some hope for her yet. Maybe she had only misspelled his name or gotten an address wrong. Something easily fixed like that.

So up she hopped from her desk with her bright smile back in place and walked over to see Zonker. "Howdy Darlin'! I heard ya asking for me. Something about an error in the paper this here month?"

Zonker

Date: 2006-10-07 18:43 EST
Zonker nodded to Des and replied, "Aye lass. Twas nae a major mistake. Certainly nae on the same level as erroneously reporting someone's death. Though that be quite understandable considering what defines life and death in this bloody realm. Just the same, though, I believe it needs clarified. I donnae wish tae accept accolades that be nae mine. Can we speak here or wouldst ye prefer a more confidential setting?"

Tera Destre

Date: 2006-10-08 12:46 EST
Des glanced once more toward the glass wall of Amal?s office then led Zonker a bit further away and lowered her voice a tad bit but was still smiling to him. ?Nah I think this will be okay Darlin?. What is it that ya feel needs to be clarified about accolades that I accidentally must have given ya??

She was truly perplexed and it no doubt showed in her navy blue eyes as they rested upon his face while she waited to see what had him concerned.

Zonker

Date: 2006-10-09 21:22 EST
Zonker stepped to the side with Des. Noting the confusion and concern(?) in her expression, he further followed her lead by lowering his voice. "Well, lass, as I say twas nae a major mistake. First, I do thank ye for mentioning the orphanage in the Oracle. ODIN knows they can use all the help they can get. Furthermore, I wouldst be most pleased tae collect and distribute any offered coin. I ha', as ye well know, done so for years, delivering the proceeds from the LCI, and now that which my sister Rena collects at the Silverleaf Tavern. I ha' nae problem with that portion of the text and, in fact, twas a verrae noble and meaningful gesture."

The large Norseman shifted his weight a bit while idly spinning the old staff in his right hand. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, "Howe'er, I donnae RUN the orphanage. For me tae claim that or tae e'en allow such a misconception tae remain unaddressed wouldst do a disservice tae the many Matrons and couples who ha' sacrificed their time and effort tae do such. Though I donnae discount the importance of money -Freya knows playgrounds and maintenance donnae come free- what I mostly engage in be simply Gold Coin Charity. Tis naught compared tae the real charity as practiced by those men, women, and other beings who toil tae keep the Rhydin Orphanage going. What I do? Tis naught compared tae the gi'ing of oneself. Unfortunately, this I ha' always been unable tae commit tae in the way others ha'."

Zonker frowned; his head bowed as he explained further, "There was always something else for me, ye see. There was my life as a warrior. There was my sometimes unfortunate stint as part of the Order of Lyonsbane guild. Then came the LCI. In addition, and through it all, there was my own family, both blood and extended, and my work tae rid this bloody land of the blight of slavery. Always something that took precedence..."

"OH, I spent time at the orphanage as I couldst." he continued, "I played with the kinder and didst my best tae bring smiles tae their faces. But twas but rarely, and when I left twas the Matrons and couples who were left with the children. Twas they who fed them and clothed them. Twas they who tended their wounds and held them when they cried. Twas they who made sure that the coin that I brought was used wisely. Anyone who spends any time in Rhydin knows that the number of children who need such a place be nearly endless. The gold I and others provided was ne'er enough. Yet these wondrous caretakers performed their work with great prudence and equal joyousness. The payment and delivery of gold pales in comparison tae that. Thus, I must repeat that I donnae now, nor ha' I e'er, RUN the Rhydin Orphanage."

The aging ex-warrior lifted his head and looked Des in the eyes. Hoping to mitigate any guilt or sadness his old friend may have felt based on her erroneous wording, he added, "I think I know where the misunderstanding may ha' come from. Because of the recent explosions that destroyed the Matilda DeVey House of Hope, those displaced families ha' been temporarily staying at Castle Moriah. Of course, the House of Hope be nae an orphanage but rather a place for families who need shelter for a time. Also, though they may reside at my Keep for now, at least until I can find or build a new structure, I donnae e'en run IT. The resident families mostly do so themselves. In point of fact, I was nae e'en fully responsible for establishing the H o' H. Twas the members of the LCI family who knew and loved the fiery but kindhearted Matty DeVey and who wished tae provide for her a fitting and enduring memorial. Once more, tis simple Gold Coin Charity on my part."

Finally, Zonker flashed a smile and said, "So enough of that. I know ye shall do what ye feel be right tae rectify this. I ha' now but one last question. I heard ye be married now. I just wish tae ask if anyone, family member or friend, ha' gi'en this lad the standard, 'If ye hurt Des, e'en for but a fleeting moment, thy blood and entrails shall be used tae paint the streets and paths of Rhydin!'? If nae, I stand ready tae do so."

Gavilean

Date: 2006-10-09 22:15 EST
He walks by the office and hears the comment.

"Yeah, Zonker, I heard that before and I went ahead painted the streets of Rhydin with their blood and entrails, but thanks for your willingness to protect my wife. I'll hold you to that boast should you ever see anyone messin' with her in the inn or arena when I'm not around.

"Thanks!"

He gave a wink to Des and walked to his desk.

Tera Destre

Date: 2006-10-10 15:37 EST
Des was listening carefully as Zonker was explaining to her exactly how the RhyDin Orphanage worked. It was all new information to her so she wanted to get it exactly right this time. Her mind was already working on formulating different ways to lay it out for The Oracle readers but none of her ideas for writing it up seemed to be coming out right and the more information he gave her the more convoluted the story was getting.

But she could sort this out she kept thinking to herself as there really was a pretty simple explanation for it all because he was truly involved with the Orphanage from all he was saying just not in the way she had always thought and believed him to be. He did spend time there when he could it was just he was so busy with the rest of his life that he didn?t hold the title she thought he did. But if he didn?t then who did?

From everything he was telling her he was the right person to see to the donations still so that part of the article was still okay but in everything he was telling her there was no single person that actually did see to the day to day running of the Orphanage. It appeared there was merely a bunch of volunteers that all pitched in to see to their needs as needed.

Des couldn?t help but smile warmly as he switched subjects and offered to give her beloved husband the standard ?big brother? talking to for her as the two of them had known each other for years. She couldn?t remember how many nights she had spent at the tavern she was pretty sure Zonker ran, or at least tended bar at regularly, drinking the night away and it truly touched her that he would offer to do that for her.

She heard Gav and chuckled warmly at the wink then blew him a kiss before looking back to Zonker and speaking.

?Thank ya for clearing all this up for me Darlin? and for the offer to stand up for me. I honestly couldn?t have asked for a better husband. He takes real good care of me and loves me more than I ever thought anyone would. And by the way that was him that passed by just now in case ya were in any doubt. I?m still givin? consideration to tattooing his forehead like Amal suggested cause he ain?t the only one that don?t mind a little blood and guts being spilt in the streets for a good cause which is just one of things that makes us a really good paring.?

Des grinned impishly to the aging warrior.