<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif;font-size:12pt">[Vesper]<br>"We may find ourselves in Germany eventually, Sir Oz how much time do you think we have here ?"<br>He turned to the man as in truth he didn't know how long they would have before their ship set off again for the Dwarven conclave.<br>[/Vesper]<br><div><span><br></span></div><div style="display: block;" class="yahoo_quoted"> <br> <br> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> <div dir="ltr"> <font face="Arial" size="2"> On Monday, February 24, 2014 2:11 PM, Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca@gmail.com> wrote:<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container">>> [GM]<br
clear="none">>> As Vesper and Alex telepathically communicate, the Arch-bishop turns<br clear="none">>> to the other visitors. He looks to Oz. "Are you a representative of<br clear="none">>> the New Camelot government, Sir Osmar?"<br clear="none">>> [/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Oz]<br clear="none">> "Not officially, your grace. I am a sworn knight commander of New<br clear="none">> Camelot, knighted by the sword of the king himself and given command<br clear="none">> of an exploratory unit. The fight against the Slugorth is not going<br clear="none">> well, your grace. If you have not already, you should expect a wave of<br clear="none">> refugees very soon." While Oz's English was quite fluent, his German<br clear="none">> accent was pronounced.<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> "The Splugorth are very... formidable, your grace. I wanted to meet<br clear="none">> with you to make sure
you understood the gravity of the situation. I<br clear="none">> would not presume to make suggestions where I do not have full<br clear="none">> knowledge of your capabilities, but... New Avalon evacuated all<br clear="none">> non-combatants. Are you sure you can defend your townspeople from<br clear="none">> these invaders?"<br clear="none">> [/Oz]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">[GM]<br clear="none">The Archbishop pours another tall glass and gulps it back. "Ah yes,"<br clear="none">he says, "thank you for that warning. We have heard of the troubles,<br clear="none">and are gravely concerned, but we believe we and our allies are now in<br clear="none">possession of sufficient resources to, ah, guarantee our safety. King<br clear="none">Arr'thu need not worry about our defense, though, of course, my<br clear="none">prayers are always that he and his great kingdom be delivered from the<br clear="none">onslaught."<br clear="none"><br
clear="none">He goes to pour another drink, but then pulls away, his hand trembling slightly.<br clear="none">[/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">>> [GM]<br clear="none">>> To Anne he [the Archbishop] says "You seem to know the forms of our faith.<br clear="none">>> Are you a Catholic?"<br clear="none">>> [/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Anne]<br clear="none">> Anne replies "Yes, Your Grace. My home world was subject to a<br clear="none">> quarantine for centuries, and one of the first outsiders to visit after<br clear="none">> the plague was cured, was a priest of the Society of Jesus. What<br clear="none">> he had to teach us resonated with us in a truly profound way. Father<br clear="none">> Joseph gave a sermon he did not know was being broadcast one<br clear="none">> night. He awoke the next morning to one hundred billion people<br clear="none">> lining up to convert."<br clear="none">>
[/Anne]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">[GM]<br clear="none">"Ah, the Jesuits!" the Archbishop says, seemingly quite happy to<br clear="none">discuss something other than the Splugorth. "Though I and they are not<br clear="none">always the best of friends, we are all servants of God and it is good<br clear="none">to know that the word of our Savior has reached even the ears of your<br clear="none">far flung people. You are, of course, welcome to worship here in<br clear="none">Communion with us."<br clear="none">[/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">>> [GM]<br clear="none">>> Finally back to Alex and Vesper. "So do you have any more items to, ah, sell?"<br clear="none">>> [/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Vesper]<br clear="none">> "We have some small smattering of items from that conflict your grace."<br clear="none">> [/Vesper]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Alex]<br clear="none">> The red headed scout
just keeps quiet at the moment.<br clear="none">> [/Alex]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">[GM]<br clear="none">"I might be interested in some of those, as well." the Archbishop<br clear="none">says. "For this staff, I can offer three million credits if you wish<br clear="none">the money soon. If you wish to wait until I can muster some other<br clear="none">resources, I can give you that in cash, and a promissory note for an<br clear="none">additional two million, which could be drawn on the Abbey's accounts<br clear="none">in New Camelot or the New German Republic."<br clear="none">[/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">-- <br clear="none">Aaron Clausen<br clear="none"><a shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:mightymartianca@gmail.com" href="mailto:mightymartianca@gmail.com">mightymartianca@gmail.com</a><div class="yqt8619182491" id="yqtfd22889"><br clear="none">_______________________________________________<br clear="none">Taocowpbem mailing list<br
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