<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>"My lady has a special dress she would like to wear it's back at our ship but it should not take us more then the fifteen to return."<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, March 10, 2014 10:32 AM, Aaron Clausen <mightymartianca@gmail.com> wrote:<br> </font> </div> <div class="y_msg_container">>> [GM]<br clear="none">>> The Archbishop stiffens for a moment, and his face turns slightly red.<br
clear="none">>><br clear="none">>> "The foreign relations of Belmont Abbey and her allies are not New<br clear="none">>> Camelot's to know by right." he says angrily. "For too long I've put<br clear="none">>> up with Arr'thu, and before him Ebor, butting in our affairs."<br clear="none">>><br clear="none">>> The Archbishop calms himself down. "Excuse me." he says. "It's been a<br clear="none">>> long day, and my nerves are a bit frayed. The potential for invasion<br clear="none">>> wears even the Lord's most faithful servants down. If you are in<br clear="none">>> communication with the King, by all means let him know that we are<br clear="none">>> prepared as we have managed to be, and we pray for deliverance."<br clear="none">>><br clear="none">>> The Archbishop seems ready to dismiss the company when he seems to<br clear="none">>> pause, as if distracted. His eyes crinkle a
bit, on the verge of some<br clear="none">>> sort of an emotion, but then the beatific smile returns. "I feel<br clear="none">>> simply terrible about my tantrum. I insist, Sir Osmar, that you allow<br clear="none">>> me to make amends. I'm having a rather late dinner, and you're all<br clear="none">>> invited. I won't take no for an answer."<br clear="none">>> [/GM]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Oz]<br clear="none">> Oz shakes his head and smiles. "There is nothing to apologize for as<br clear="none">> far as I am concerned, Your Grace. I've had worse outbursts since<br clear="none">> these aliens invaded. I have not been in contact with the King for a<br clear="none">> few days, but when I get back to the ship I will try to radio back to<br clear="none">> New Avalon to relay your message. As for dinner, I can only answer for<br clear="none">> myself and Ithdalkal, but we would be honored to
attend."<br clear="none">> [/Oz]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">[Ithdalkal]<br clear="none">Ithdalkal seems quite pleased to be invited to such a dinner. "We were<br clear="none">never permitted to eat with our superiors." she says quietly.<br clear="none">[/Ithdalkal]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Vesper]<br clear="none">> Vesper looks to Alex, "So shall we stay for a good meal ?" Smiling at her.<br clear="none">> [/Vesper]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Alex]<br clear="none">> Something does not feel right but could be just her own paranoia.<br clear="none">> "Sure and give me a chance to wear that dress you brought me," she<br clear="none">> states.<br clear="none">> [/Alex]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Vesper]<br clear="none">> "Alright your Grace, we accept your invitation." Vesper inclines his head to<br clear="none">> the man.<br clear="none">> [/Vesper]<br clear="none"><br
clear="none">> [Alex]<br clear="none">> Alex is kind of looking forward to dressing in a dress instead of a<br clear="none">> human. She considers herself an outstanding scout but sometimes likes to<br clear="none">> act a little different.<br clear="none">><br clear="none">> "When are we preparing to leave here," she asks Vesper quietly<br clear="none">> [/Alex]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Vesper]<br clear="none">> "I suppose as soon as we have the Grace's leave or do you mean the city<br clear="none">> we are in ? That would seem to be tomorrow." Vesper answered quietly<br clear="none">> as well.<br clear="none">> [/Vesper]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Alex]<br clear="none">> "Might be nice to have just a bit of private time," the red headed scout<br clear="none">> responds.<br clear="none">> [/Alex]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">> [Vesper]<br clear="none">> Vesper nods, "Your
Grace, if we may have our leave to prepare for this<br clear="none">> dinner ?"<br clear="none">> [/Vesper]<br clear="none"><br clear="none">[GM]<br clear="none">The Archbishop nods. "You can use the guest rooms to freshen up." he<br clear="none">says. "Will that suit you? Dinner in fifteen minutes?"<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="yqt4151562703" id="yqtfd57059"><br clear="none">_______________________________________________<br clear="none">Taocowpbem mailing list<br clear="none"><a shape="rect" ymailto="mailto:Taocowpbem@zork.net" href="mailto:Taocowpbem@zork.net">Taocowpbem@zork.net</a><br clear="none"><a shape="rect" href="http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem" target="_blank">http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem</a><br
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