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