Whilst Jori was firing up the forge in dwarven passion and hammering away with, uh, appropriated goods in the student workshop his centaur mentor failed to get his attention. Brutus, Alexander, Burley and William and (virtual) Susan visited the artists with Manticore in tow, saw him settled and partied hard and appreciated art.
Quite (at times) heated discussions about the lack of communication and whatever it is the pcs are going to do with the Manticore, and just where is it the Manticore comes from. North Africa?
Brutus's dad owns a shipyard...Brutus has written him of his adventures (despite the lack of a quality pen) and the need to borrow a ship.
A reply will be forthcoming.
Barbary pirates will be no match it is conjectured.
Pirates: "Prepare to be boarded!"
PC's: "Sure, come on!"
Manticore "Munchmunchmunch!"
Next week, a meeting with Mr Brisgow.
Burley is honing his blowpipe skills.
Not so much a lack of communication as an endemic lack of forethought. I am minded of a certain game from long ago where a certain player worked tirelessly and ingeniously to defeat the security on two buttons in a control room. And lo! when he succeeded, and very much to his surprise, the missile launched and triggered a nuclear exchange.
ReplyDeleteSo back to the game ... Oh look! There is an incredibly dangerous wild animal with a taste for human flesh. Lets go talk to it! Hey, it's lost and far from home. Lets make wild promises well beyond our means that we have no sure way of keeping. Now we need somewhere to stash this beast for a few days ... lets take it to the house of our acquaintances, the artists (who are beholden to us), because none of them will have the common sense to run screaming into the night. Okay, we have the Manticore in the courtyard, has anyone thought about what it needs? Food? Water? Shelter? A place to sleep? Oh, you have a live goat ... just as well it is a goat because goats are well known monster killers and it won't be at all traumatised by being tethered next to a large carnivore that we were told smells strongly of predator. And in a couple of days we'll go talk to the Queen's agent who totally does not want us to go abroad on some wild goose chase and who will totally help us smuggle a large, dangerous, man eating, predator out of London and across to the far side of the Mediterranean in preference to say, calling out the army.
I really do so need Sarah Reece-Brennan as a ghost writer.
Alexander has a fairly middle class attitude to most of his much to the disappointment of his elders who consider him soft and potentially unreliable like his uncle who left the family business and went to work for the British Museum ... Can you believe it!
While Alexander has a touching faith in the absolute authority of the monarchy and the correctness of some of his families exploits he has also read far too much of their secret histories. He knows exactly how far the family can sink to secure favour from powerful men. However our current monarch is young and fresh and free from the taint of old men with murky agendas ... isn't she?
Mister Brisgow, in Alexander's opinion, is a career public servant with an agenda. In his mind the end will always justify the means and he will use any tool that is to hand to achieve his goals. The fact that he is handing out bribes this early is proof of the dubiousness of his intentions. However the invitation is very very shiny and it is wholly fortunate that I do not have the means to take advantage of it. I wonder if everyone got one? Is it possible that Cynthia might like to go to one of these balls?
I understand Alexander's feelings completely. Mind you, they didn't just go up and start chatting to it, it followed them down a blind alley, and they started testing out their Greek in desperation.
ReplyDeleteAlexander doesn't know that ... all he saw was the end results.
ReplyDelete:-) William, the great communicator.
ReplyDeleteI was working at the forge i know nothing. Artists do need to die to further their art/fame and this would be a very famous way to die
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