[Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter III

A Gardner threeplusoneis4 at hotmail.com
Tue May 25 21:32:44 BST 2010



Owen will take the oppertunity to rest for an hour, and will join those who wish to eat at the restaurant, taking his pistol with him.


> Date: Thu, 20 May 2010 13:29:30 -0700
> From: mightymartianca at gmail.com
> To: taocowpbem at zork.net
> Subject: [Taocow PBEM] Book 3 - Chapter III
> OOC: ...And on to the next chapter. I'm going to cover a bit of
> ground here, but if anyone wants to add anything, just post it.
> [GM]
> A mixture of relief and sadness are felt by the travelers as
> they gaze at where the portal to the underwater base was.
> Carlos, Ted, Koba, Lyle, Alex, Raven and Owen are alive,
> once again narrowly avoiding death... or worse, but one of
> their company is gone. They are cold, wet and exhausted
> in mind and body.
> Within moments three members of the crew fly through
> the elevator door, along with Louissa, Talas's lover. At first
> she is happy, but when she's the absence of her beloved,
> she breaks down.
> [/GM]
> [Louissa]
> "No!" Louissa says quietly, then louder, "NO! You have to go
> back for him. You can't abandon him!" She breaks down into
> sobs and one of the crew comforts her.
> [/Louissa]
> [GM]
> The other two crew members approach and salute.
> "Looks like you had a bad time of it." one of them, a tall man
> in damaged armor says. "We had a bad time. Apparently, our
> good doctor turned out to be a traitor, and it nearly cost us. We've
> got ourselves some prisoners, Kittanni by the looks of 'em. Nasty
> Splugorth minions. The Captain wants you to know we're under
> way now, and she's expecting a full report from Sir Lyle, but she
> says to get washed up and get some rest."
> The company are lead into the submarine via the elevator. There
> are signs of even more damage, with a number of very harried
> looking technicians busily effecting repairs. They have now been
> assigned quarters, the two women getting their own, but Koba,
> Carlos, Ted and Owen forced to share some very crowded
> quarters. Lyle, of course, has his own.
> For once the company gets several days of relaxation. Other
> than a debriefing with the Captain, there is little to do but to sleep,
> get armor mended, clean weapons, and enjoy what little
> hospitality a crowded submarine can offer.
> For the most part the sub stays below the surface, hoping to
> avoid the pirates and other undesirables that plague these
> dangerous waters between Atlantis and the Old World. There
> are a few close calls, and one rather nasty sea battle with
> a Kittani submarine bent on sinking the ship.
> It is a full eleven days before it is announced over the intercom
> that land has been sighted. The submarine surfaces in short order
> to reveal a green and verdant coast, clearly tropical, but the forest
> removed leaving mile after mile of farmland. As the submarine
> approaches the coast, it can clearly be seen that this is a land
> divided into manors, with small villages centered on a large manor
> house.
> The Captain joins the company on deck. Her strange lizard
> features, somewhat like Ted's, but in other ways very different,
> has, for once, a happy, almost carefree look about it.
> "This is New Argyll." she says. "Or more properly, the Southern
> Counties. When I first... arrived... it was that village" she points
> to a small collection of neatly built white-washed houses with
> some sort of thatched roofs, "that I spent my first days
> recovering."
> "I know," she continues, "that at least Sir Lyle is looking to
> return to England, and I have gathered that you seek for
> Scotland. But this vessel needs repairs, and its crew has,
> to put it bluntly, been put through a lot. We will be going
> to Port Mackenzie, and from there we can find you passage
> to at least New Camelot."
> It is another hour before the submarine finds its way to
> its destination. The fields give way to what can best be
> described as a vast naval yard. There are three large
> naval vessels, destroyers of some kind, along with another
> sub. There are at least three drydocks, the only one looks
> to be completed, as well as fortress atop an escarpment.
> The harbor itself is surrounded by a concrete wall still
> in the middle of construction.
> Just on the other side of the escarpment is a small
> town. It's docks are smaller, and crowded with fish boats,
> merchant vessels of every kind from steel-hulled nuclear
> vessels to wooden-hulled sailing ships.
> When the sub docks, the captain find a military transport
> waiting. "I'm sure you would rather not stay in the barracks."
> the Captain says. "This will take you to King William's Hotel.
> A decent establishment. Tomorrow, I suspect, the Admiral
> and other dignitaries will call upon you. Until then, I thank
> you for all you've done."
> And with that the company sets foot on Africa, admittedly
> a very tame little corner of it. The transport drops them off
> at a small but well-kept hotel. Inside, it's a surprise to see
> that it isn't an inn, there is no commons per se, but rather
> a lounge and restaurant. At the front desk a very smartly
> dressed concierge looking like he stepped out of one of the
> ancient pre-Rifts movies says in a crisp, English accent.
> "Ah yes, company of seven. Your rooms await." He snaps
> his fingers and three busboys appear to help the company
> with their belongings. In short order they find themselves
> in a suite of rooms on the third floor, brightly lit with very
> comfortable looking beds. The concierge appears behind
> them. "The restaurant usually serves dinner at six. That
> is about an hour from now. If you would care to freshen up,
> or if you like, I can bring dinner to you."
> [/GM]
> -- 
> Aaron Clausen
> mightymartianca at gmail.com
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