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Nh'bdy Seasoned Veteran


Joined: 13 Mar 2008 Posts: 308
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 9:25 pm Post subject: A songbird flutters diligently in attempt to locate Isk... |
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with a small parchment attached to it's left leg, if found and recieved it's package would read thusly.
Quote: | Lord Isk,
Tis I sir, the one that you call Nh'bdy. I have sent one of my flock to you to answer a question I so rudely denied you. Seeing as you forgot my appearance and voice so easily, I will rekindle your mind. You asked me what sum of gold would make me hang up my mask, I answered you with more of a riddle but after some debate I have surmised such an amount, but first let me explain my reasoning. I wish to shake your hand, and I wish to know what action it will take to warrant my request, seeing as I rudely answered your request you will surely return the gesture. And in answer to your question, to make me hang my mask, I will require one hundred million gold bank notes to be stacked in a pyre on the grounds of Castle Brit and burned one fortnight from this very date, as for the coins they represent? Toss them to the people, my troupe and myself shall be watching. have a wonderful evening. Sossoria Prevails. |
The bird lingers and sings, as if allowing a response to be sent. _________________ Work in Progress.
"What do you call a fish with four legs? A stool pidgeon! Bwuagh bwuagh bwuagh bwguagh!"
~Malorn |
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Isk Honored Member

Joined: 30 Dec 2003 Posts: 1667 Location: -=Magincia=-
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:58 pm Post subject: |
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Isk sat hunched at his desk watching how the flickering candle played over the now thrice read letter. Using a thin knife he stilled his shaking hands, cutting and arranging the letter in quarters. The flames danced off of the porcelain of the Magnate’s mask and gave his envy green eyes a light glaze as he set the knife down. He gave a thoughtful look to the cut papers and moved one with the word Nh'bdy closer to his chest.
“I should just have him beaten” the Magnate turned Regent mused as he pushed a light blue substance onto one of the slips of cut up missive with a miniature mirror. With shaky hands he rolled the paper around the substance and pinched the tip. “Or burned” He added as he added a second layer of cut missive around the shaft of the hand rolled object, dipping the creation in a thin coat he breathed on it and though briefly surprised at the rankness of his breath he placed the tip of it to the lips of his cold porcelain mask and leaning towards the still burning candle lit the smoke and inhaled deeply. After a few blissful breaths he wrote the following:
People of Britain, I, Isk… The Magnate of Magincia and Regent, shall deliver on to you a great bounty within two weeks time. I live, serve and am the people.
Having written the short reply he momentarily placed his drug hazed eyes where a songbird once perched. Craning his head to the far left he gazed at the bird’s current residence as part of a taxidermy display wedging various books on his shelf. Needless to say the letter found its way to Britain where it was nailed to the bank by some other means. |
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