<html><body><div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; color: #000000"><div aria-label="Compose body">OOC: Ok, I'm caught up. Sorry about the lack of replies, Comcast decided to be cute and hide my email for the better part of the last week. Supposedly the problem is always on my end, but it occurs and fixes itself without me changing anything on my end. /sigh.<br></div><div aria-label="Compose body"> <br></div><div aria-label="Compose body">IC: Anne ignores the portal for the moment, and asks the Archbishop "Who are you allied with, your Grace?"<br></div><div aria-label="Compose body"> <br></div><div aria-label="Compose body">OOC: No, she doesn't have Sixth Sense, but even if she did, she'd probably be just as calm and react the same way.<br></div><div><br></div><hr id="zwchr"><div style="color:#000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;text-decoration:none;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12pt;" data-mce-style="color: #000; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; font-family: Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b>From: </b>"Aaron Clausen" <mightymartianca@gmail.com><br><b>To: </b>"The Tao of Cow Rifts PBEM" <taocowpbem@zork.net><br><b>Sent: </b>Tuesday, March 11, 2014 12:09:38 PM<br><b>Subject: </b>Re: [Taocow PBEM] [Vesper, Alex, Anne, Oz and Ithdalkal] Book 3 - Chapter XIV - Belmont Abbey<br><div><br></div>>>> [Alex]<br>>>> "Might be nice to have just a bit of private time," the red headed scout<br>>>> responds.<br>>>> [/Alex]<br><div><br></div>>>> [Vesper]<br>>>> Vesper nods, "Your Grace, if we may have our leave to prepare for this<br>>>> dinner ?"<br>>>> [/Vesper]<br><div><br></div>>> [GM]<br>>> The Archbishop nods. "You can use the guest rooms to freshen up." he<br>>> says. "Will that suit you? Dinner in fifteen minutes?"<br>>>[/GM]<br><div><br></div>> [Vesper]<br>> "My lady has a special dress she would like to wear it's back at our ship<br>> but it should not take us more then the fifteen to return."<br>> [/Vesper]<br><div><br></div>> [Alex]<br>> Alex smiles back at the archbishop, "Just be nice if you can be patient for<br>> a few minutes. I am pretty fast."<br>> Granted, she is not sure if she is that fast though.<br>> [/Alex]<br><div><br></div>[GM]<br>The Archbishop's face turns as red as a tomato. He seems ready to<br>explode in anger, and then collapses back into his chair.<br><div><br></div>"I'm so sorry." he sobs. "I am so very very sorry."<br><div><br></div>Somewhere close by the sound of heavy boots moving closer can be heard.<br><div><br></div>Keldon, the octopus D-Bee, shouts to the Archbishop "What have you<br>done?" as he desperately fumbles to the pockets of sweater trying to<br>grab something<br>[/GM]<br><div><br></div>OOC1: Anybody with Sixth Sense has going off like a klaxon right now.<br><div><br></div>[OOC2]<br>To give a description of where the PCs are; it is a large rectangular<br>room (roughly 10 feet wide by 40 feet long). There are large windows<br>behind the Archbishop's desk overlooking gardens roughly fifteen feet<br>below (facing west). There is the door they came in (facing east), but<br>there are at least two heavily armed guards behind it. There is<br>another door at the other end of the room, to the right of where<br>they're standing (north). The south wall has tall bookshelves. The<br>ceiling is made up of paintings, save for light fixtures.<br>[/OOC2]<br><div><br></div>-- <br>Aaron Clausen<br>mightymartianca@gmail.com<br>_______________________________________________<br>Taocowpbem mailing list<br>Taocowpbem@zork.net<br>http://zork.net/mailman/listinfo/taocowpbem<br></div><div><br></div></div></body></html>