The Order of Orduin

The sunlight of the Greater Sun Pakala was streaming through the window. He was sitting at his desk as he did every day. The desk was covered with scrolls. He loved scrolls. They were all arranged in a certain order. This group of scrolls with the blue rollers, they were the finance scrolls. The Citadel was well funded through eons of investments and land ownership. He enjoyed ensuring that the reserve funds increased year on year under his watch. Every crown was watched. The red scrolls. They were reports from the Order throughout Akkadia. The red scrolls contained the usual rumblings. There was nothing unusual. The King of Zabkia seemed to be surviving to a ripe old age. The Zabkians under their mountain fastness were renowned for ensuring the Royal succession by the knife rather than through a defined lineage. Saint Zuchelli University were building something in the desert of Biskarin. King Henry XXIII of Wesola seemed to be ill, and all reports of the Prince of Wesola sounded disheartening. The usual rumblings.

The scrolls he enjoyed reading the most were the green scrolls. They were the scrolls of Plans and Logistics throughout Akkadia. The Order was always planning. He had plans for everything. He enjoyed planning. Each plan was numbered and the numbers collated within scroll number one. His predecessor and mentor had planned throughout his career in the Citadel. There were many plans that he hoped would never be needed though, in the darkness of the night, he wanted to be measured against the direst circumstances. His predecessor and mentor had lived a life of quiet planning. While he wished for the same well ordered long life he occasionally hankered for a crisis through which he could shine.