Here I write, after a long day of travel and a long day of moving. But I am safe to assume that I am at least sufficiently moved into my temporary apartment in South Masonia, where I am to start a fellowship that I accepted last semester.

It seems a lifetime ago, but in reality was only fourteen hours ago, that I saw former Dungeonmaster Ivella Ogden, former Headmaster Thomas Snow, and, incredibly, Daniel Orville Carter, all gathered at one of the seating areas in the Terminal of Gentry County Airfield. I barely knew all three to begin with, so I thought they would not know me. But I was wrong, Ivella called out to me by name and invited me to join in on the conversation.

Ogden had been working with Snow on business matters for awhile, but decided to arrange some sort of informal meeting at 124 Mason Street with Daniel Carter. They had convened at the airport and were about to make their way into town when I came along.

Daniel Carter is definitely a unique individual. He is dedicated, as everyone knows, to the protection of all people and the community from the thrall of the darkfire societies around Mount Carris. But he had also played an important role in the events leading up to the foundation of the Third Level Society. He told me a great deal about that, and I told the three figures how inspired I was by their stories and what incredible luck to have met them.

"I've heard a great deal about you and recent happenings in the Society," Ivella Ogden said when I broke the news to them that I was leaving for South Masonia. "I hope you've left them in good hands."

"You have my word," I said.

And indeed, I feel that I did.

On September 10, the Monday after Fenton stormed out of the Front Atrium, we convened in the Caucus Chamber, where Robert Hughes chose me, Sari Frame, and Carla Wright to serve as the Dungeonmastery Tribunal, to carry out the duties of the Dungeonmaster position while that remained vacant. In accordance to the Statute, the Bookkeeper is to do that, with the check being that one, two, or all three appointees could be dismissed by two-thirds of the Caucus if the appointee or appointees in question were deemed unfit. I respected that check, for, as confirmed by murmurings from some Members of uncomfortable sentiment against me in response to the obscene language I shouted on September 4, I acknowledged the very real possibility that I would be voted out and replaced.

But surprisingly, nobody else in the Caucus motioned against me.

Nevertheless, during the remainder of the calendar year 1254, I realized that running for the Dungeonmaster position was a very foolish decision for me. I did only a third of the administrative duties of the Dungeonmaster role, serving as only part of the Dungeonmastery Tribunal; just overwhelming amounts of finances and moderator reports from the Administrators. The execution of the Dungeonmaster role was slower with three working the position. But we nonetheless functioned.

During this tenure, I told Sari Frame that I would support her if she ran for the Dungeonmaster position again. She replied that she would rather have Jon Beyon secure the position.

Jon Beyon, the inventor of the Console to which all Members have now transitioned, has grown in popularity, even moreso, surprisingly, when he stressed the importance of placing innovation for the Society as a whole as a priority over partisanship. Such support for this has been making me hopeful that perhaps the Society will abandon the Progressivist-Traditionalist divide for good.

Nonetheless, Beyon accepted Sari's endorsement, and, having won supporters from both sides, ran effectively unopposed. I feel that I do not need to say who won the Dungeonmaster position on November 8 for the 1255 calendar year to follow.

As soon as Jon began his Dungeonmaster tenure, I realized I had a week remaining before I was to leave for South Masonia, and decided to do one last quest with my avatar: Captain Bornan. It was mostly to have Carla Wright's avatar job-shadow the role of my avatar, for Carla had been awhile since she actually engaged in questing in the Society.

In any case, we joined forces with Traya Meris, who form-fitted her avatar, King Carneman, into Queen Cara. Cara was voted by the undead in Antemaersa to be their commander; and don't tell me the undead don't vote). However, Cara is Queen of the Seas. And last night, we did a small quest to disrupt a trading vessel traveling between the Divine Kingdom of Marlen and the Kingdom of Prestia.

That, obviously, is over and done with. Carla's avatar is now in charge of The Slayvon; and I have effectively and temporarily retired my avatar and Membership.

While I agreed mostly with the decision against him, I still believe in consolation and second chances for Cray Fenton. Last I heard, he had returned to the Galleston family in North Kempton and had begun rehabilitating a dymensional plane project there. This does, admittedly, have my curiosity. So I sent a message to him last week stating that I was still open to diplomacy if he was willing, and that I would be willing to see this project if he wanted.

As of tonight, there still has been no response.

Nonetheless, I begin my fellowship tomorrow. And rest assured, the Society is in good hands.

***END OF STORY FOUR***