[RPG] Re: Family Politics (2)

[zmobiebob]

The foreigner had just arrived by a fast ship from Atamara. Surprisingly, he
asked a few questions of the local guard and came straight to Elerik Taim,
handing him a letter.

*Being a Letter to Elerik Taim Olik,

I, Gauihu, am writing to you of the matter of the Estates of the House of
Olik. I have learned that you have, once again, declared another "family
emergency" and used it to convince my steward to send you gold from our
family's coffers. Since the death of Trostian, my father, and before that
the deaths of Oleg my brother and Athys your father, I am the eldest male of
our family, and as such am entitled to govern all matters concerning our
noble line. And I am writing you to inform you that such "support" as you
have gleaned from the hard work of myself and my brothers is no longer
acceptable. Those funds are to be reserved for true emergencies as
recognized by myself, and not the whims of distant cousins on unimportant
potentates in the far east. From now on, consider yourself cut-off from
access to our treasury; my steward will no longer be complient with your
"requests," and you shall have to simply make your way in the world. Though
you be my cousin, my patience - and wealth - is not infinite.

Regards,

G.*

Elerik read the thing twice, and then crumpled it up, sighing.

He'd only met Gauihu once or twice, when they were both children. He
remembered the kid lording over the servants as if he were a king. He
remembered hearing tales from his father, about how they'd found
mysteriously mutilated animals in the village, and how when asked of it
Gauihu would just grow cold and give a shrug. Who could care about animals?
Or... anyone? his impassive face seemed to say.

He hadn't changed since then, Elerik now saw.

It was inconvenient, to be sure. But of greater import was the news that old
Sir Trostian was now dead, as well as Oleg. That did indeed make Gauihu head
of the Olik Family <http://wiki.battlemaster.org/index.php/Olik%20Family>. A
disconcerting thought.

He shrugged. Ultimately, it was not his problem. The Braegs and the Olegs
operated best by ignoring each other.

And he... he had his Faith. All else paled in importance.
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