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On Fri, Jul 18, 2014 at 9:41 PM, Virmir <[email protected]> wrote: > I think his preferred email is [email protected] > > On Fri, Jul 18, 2014 at 9:37 PM, christian okane <[email protected]> > wrote: > > Just a small question to be official - what is the email address we would > > send stories to? > > > > > > Chris > > The Lurking Fox > > > > > > > > -----Original Message----- > > From: [email protected] > > [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Virmir > > Sent: Monday, July 14, 2014 10:06 AM > > To: christian okane > > Cc: Metamor Keep; Jessica Nichols-Vernon > > Subject: Re: [Mkguild] MKGuild Digest, Vol 88, Issue 4 > > > > That is correct! > > > > He needs to update the submission info page. :) > > > > On Mon, Jul 14, 2014 at 12:25 AM, christian okane < > [email protected]> > > wrote: > >> I thought we decided on Andrew getting the stories from now on? Am I > >> right? > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> Chris > >> > >> The Lurking Fox > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> From: [email protected] > >> [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of > >> [email protected] > >> Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2014 3:16 PM > >> To: [email protected] > >> Subject: Re: [Mkguild] MKGuild Digest, Vol 88, Issue 4 > >> > >> > >> > >> Question, did we ever figure out who would take over for Virmir? > >> > >> > >> > >> On Sat, Jul 12, 2014 at 11:19 PM, <[email protected]> > >> wrote: > >> > >> Send MKGuild mailing list submissions to > >> [email protected] > >> > >> To subscribe or unsubscribe via the World Wide Web, visit > >> http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > >> or, via email, send a message with subject or body 'help' to > >> [email protected] > >> > >> You can reach the person managing the list at > >> [email protected] > >> > >> When replying, please edit your Subject line so it is more specific > >> than "Re: Contents of MKGuild digest..." > >> > >> > >> Today's Topics: > >> > >> 1. Experiencing the Dawn part 3 - the final part (christian okane) > >> > >> > >> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > >> > >> Message: 1 > >> Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 22:57:50 -0400 > >> From: christian okane <[email protected]> > >> To: [email protected] > >> Cc: 'Furry Literature ML' <[email protected]> > >> Subject: [Mkguild] Experiencing the Dawn part 3 - the final part > >> Message-ID: <000001cf9e46$3c3cf180$b4b6d480$@net> > >> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > >> > >> > >> > >> Here is third and final part of Experiencing the Dawn. Some questions > >> are answered but yet others are raised. And it does end in a > cliffhanger. > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> Chris > >> > >> The Lurking Fox > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> The arrival of Father Philip Guthrey into the office of Cardinal > >> Antione Bertu was something of an anticlimax. No being stunned and > >> dragged, wrapped in chains. He was simply shown into the room with > >> only Marchel as his escort. > >> > >> > >> > >> The man himself was of middling height and his black hair that was > >> cut short as dictated by the rules of his order. His clothing was the > >> black robes of a priest. The only sign of color was his white collar. > >> He tried to hold himself with a calm bearing of one in full control, > >> But that calm was only skin deep, His mind was in turmoil of questions > >> and confusion. He had expected to eventually be brought before the > >> cardinal at some point. he had not expected his reception to be so . . > . > > firm. There had been no choice. > >> He could go quietly or have the entire church and congregation > >> dissolve into a riot. Guthrey wanted many things but hurting innocent > >> people was not among them. His escorts had been calm and correct but > >> had remained silent for the entire trip. > >> > >> > >> > >> To greet him was the cardinal who was standing as still as stone > >> behind the desk. His face was cold and devoid of emotion, like the > >> statues that festooned the exterior of many churches. > >> > >> > >> > >> Marchel bowed to the cardinal. "Father Guthrey is here as you > >> requested your Eminence." > >> > >> > >> > >> The cardinal gave a nod of the head. "Thank you. You are dismissed. > >> Please leave the two of us alone." > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> ******************** > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> Salona cocked her head to one side. "You're taking me where?" > >> > >> > >> > >> "A little trip into the sylvan mountains," Carlisle explained. "I > >> think we both need time away from the guild to just relax and talk." > >> > >> > >> > >> A short carriage ride took them out of the city and to the south. > >> Soon they were deposited on a small side road that lead towards the > >> Sylvan mountains that loomed up ahead. > >> > >> > >> > >> She stood in front of a large field that was filled with new wheat > >> that was barely knee high and was slowly rippling in the breeze. The > >> only sign of civilization was a small group of farm buildings off in the > > far distance. > >> > >> > >> > >> "There used to be a farming estate here with a large villa. It was > >> home to over two hundred people. At least it's still farmland." > >> > >> > >> > >> They skirted past several houses and a farm and soon left the > >> cultivated fields and orchards behind as the ground started to rise. > >> Looming up over them was the tall, glowering Sylvan mountains. > >> > >> > >> > >> The path in front of them led up the mountainside switching back > >> and forth as it climbed higher. Carlisle paused a moment and checked > >> the quiver of arrows on his back. Then he calmly strung his bow. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Expecting trouble from mountain raiders?" Salona asked. > >> > >> > >> > >> "No but I'm not taking any chances," he answered. > >> > >> > >> > >> "The mountain folk are still causing trouble?" She asked with an > >> amused tone in her voice. > >> > >> > >> > >> "No one has conquered them," he said. "Not for lack of trying. The > >> Dukes have attacked several times but failed. But they at least broke > >> them of the habit raiding and pillaging us lowlanders." > >> > >> > >> > >> "That is an impressive feat!" She said. > >> > >> > >> > >> "They do come down to trade occasionally," the mage said. "But > >> mostly they keep to themselves. I'm not worried about the mountain > >> people. Them I can handle. There are things in these mountains far > >> more dangerous than temperamental humans." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I am well able to defend myself." Salona responded, sounding > >> mildly insulted. > >> > >> > >> > >> "You are one of three known surviving automatons in the world and > >> are very valuable. There are many who would dearly like to take > >> possession of you regardless of what you want. Also many are not happy > >> with your being revived," he said calmly as he slung his bow over his > > shoulders. > >> > >> > >> > >> "I'm not sure I am happy with it either," she said honestly. > >> > >> > >> > >> "You were in limbo for over five hundred years," Carlisle > >> countered. "No one or nothing deserves that type of cruelty. I'm glad > you > > are back." > >> > >> > >> > >> Salona was silent for a moment. "Thank you." > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> ************************ > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> Both the cardinal and Father Guthrey remained quiet as Marchel left > >> the room. The oak door closed behind him with a solid sounding thump. > >> > >> > >> > >> Silence filled the room. The father stood quietly and waited for > >> the cardinal to speak and the elder cleric remained silent. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Father Philip Guthrey." The cardinal said slowly. Finally breaking > >> the silence. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Your Eminence." the priest said and bowed. > >> > >> > >> > >> Bertu gave the man a nod of the head. He picked the letter from off > >> the desk. "I received your letter. You did not hesitate to state your > >> feelings about Salona." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I am not alone. I was simply stating the feelings of many people," > >> Guthrey responded nervously. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Every living creature has a right to live and be happy but > >> technically she is not a flesh and blood creature and therefore not > >> living," the cardinal said calmly. "But Salona is mobile and can > >> obviously think. She could be called living - sort of. She most > certainly > > does have a soul." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I do not argue that point your Eminence," the priest countered. > >> "What appalls me is that soul was ripped from its Creator-given shell > >> and planted into another. A false counterfeit of a flesh and blood > life." > >> > >> > >> > >> The cardinal glowered at the younger man. "I can understand your > >> feelings on this but what I don't understand and will NOT allow is your > > agitation. > >> First you loudly railed against the cursed folk of Metamor and now you > >> are agitating against the automatons. I can understand your feeling > >> troubled over those. Both are difficult issues that must be considered > >> carefully. But you have used phrases like 'demons to be cleansed.' and > >> I have even heard you talk of a crusade." There was anger and disgust > >> in the man's voice. We cannot afford such public displays," the > >> cardinal said harshly. "We cannot allow such agitation. Marigund has > >> seen too much of it in the past. You will behave yourself from now on," > > the cardinal ordered. "Father Larbourne." > >> > >> > >> > >> The priest opened his mouth to respond as his face filled with anger. > >> Then surprise replaced the anger. "What did you call me?" > >> > >> > >> > >> "Father Franklyn Larbourne," the cardinal answered simply and in > >> clipped words. > >> > >> > >> > >> That earned the cardinal several moments of confused silence and a > >> puzzled look on the man's face. > >> > >> > >> > >> The cardinal gave a faint, wry smile. "Have you read Mister Rouis > >> Mountbaun's book?" Bertu said coldly. > >> > >> > >> > >> "I have read the Canticles and the prayer book," was the younger > >> priest's cautious answer. > >> > >> > >> > >> The cardinal nodded and sighed. "I thought so." He pushed a black, > >> leather bound book across the desk. > >> > >> > >> > >> Guthrey picked up the book and examined it. On the cover in white > >> lettering was the title "The Burning. A History of the Marigund Civil > >> War by Rouis Mountbaun." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Read it," the cardinal ordered. "Perhaps it will teach you how to > >> speak wisely and not loudly." > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> ************************ > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> The lower slopes were heavily cultivated and as they walked the two > >> passed groves of trees interspersed with fields of grazing sheep. As > >> they made their way upward the path grew steeper. The meadows and > >> groves gradually thinned out, replaced by true forest until all trace > >> of civilization was gone. All that remained was the forest around them > >> and the trees that crowded close to the trail. > >> > >> > >> > >> Salona kept climbing the path with the steady, untiring precision > >> of a machine but Carlisle had to stop every so often to catch his > >> breath. Finally the path leveled out into a small level area on the > steep > > mountainside. > >> > >> > >> > >> "They say from up here you can see the whole country," the man sat > >> down on a large flat rock. > >> > >> > >> > >> Carlisle rested his back against a rock and stared down the > > mountainside. > >> Laid out below them was the fields and farmlands of the country. In > >> the distance was the gray/brown shape of the city itself. Beyond that > >> was the looming, green mass of Tol Doron. Even at this distance the > >> ancient forest looked foreboding. > >> > >> > >> > >> "You can," the feline answered delightedly. Her eyes sparkled with > >> excitement. "It's a spectacular view!" > >> > >> > >> > >> "I have always loved this view," Carlisle said. "I proposed to Gina > >> up here." > >> > >> > >> > >> "From up here I can see the changes time has wrought," Salona said > >> calmly. "Towns and cities gone and farms and fields reclaimed by the > >> wilds they were taken from." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Things are always changing," the man said. "The one constant is > > change." > >> > >> > >> > >> He turned to the metal feline. "Who are you Salona? We know what > >> you are physically but what is the soul inside like?" > >> > >> > >> > >> She didn't answer immediately but kept staring at the world below. > >> "Who am I?" she asked in a whisper. "That's an excellent question." > >> There was a long moment of awkward silence. "I don't know anymore. I'm > >> lost in a world that has passed me by and is strange to me." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Madog is still here," Carlisle responded and leaned close to her. > >> "And you will always have a home at the guild." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Thank you," she said simply. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Watching you experience things for the first time has been a true > >> epiphany for me," Carlisle said. "It's like seeing the world for the > >> first time. I am seeing old things in new ways and new things in old > > ways." > >> > >> > >> > >> "What will happen to me?" She asked in a somber tone. > >> > >> > >> > >> "I am not sure. Technically you were the property of the Guild. We > >> are listing you as a guest, but that's only till we can make you an > >> official member," the man responded. "There is a huge debate going on > >> about exactly what to do." > >> > >> > >> > >> The feline gave a low growl. "There is always such a debate. > >> Usually it all ends with killing, burning and destroying." > >> > >> > >> > >> "You are safe with the guild," he said firmly. "We will never allow > >> anyone to take you apart ever again. But we must tread carefully. > >> Everyone is stumbling around in undiscovered country here. No one > >> knows exactly how to handle this." > >> > >> > >> > >> "So we aren't up to the smashing and killing phase yet?" Salona > >> commented sarcastically. > >> > >> > >> > >> "No. Hopefully we'll avoid all that. Marigund has already had too > >> much of that in the past." He was silent a moment as he looked at the > >> world spread out below them. "I have received several requests for > >> private audiences with you," Carlisle said slowly. > >> > >> > >> > >> "To be expected," Salona answered in a bored tone. "Some self > >> important person." > >> > >> > >> > >> "The king himself has asked to meet you," the man answered in > >> clipped tones. "And he is a man I hold in high regard." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I have met too many leaders to hold any in high regard," the > >> automaton shot back "But you I do trust." > >> > >> > >> > >> The man smiled. "Thank you Salona. He is not a self important > >> noble. I have met many of those myself. Alfred is ruler of this land > >> and we must gain his trust and support if we are all to survive." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Could he destroy me and the guild if he wanted?" The feline asked. > >> > >> > >> > >> The man shrugged. "I am not sure. But I'd rather not find out." > >> > >> > >> > >> Salona nodded her head slowly. "I am all too well aware of how the > >> game of politics is played. Unless the rules have changed." > >> > >> > >> > >> Carlisle shook his head. "No it's done the same as in the empire > days. > >> There is lot less of the torturing and slaughtering of whole families." > >> > >> > >> > >> She gave a growl of amusement. "I guess that is an improvement." > >> > >> > >> > >> He gazed at her intently and with a seriously look. "We need to > >> cultivate allies and Alfred has always been a friend of the guild." > >> > >> > >> > >> "All right," she said. "I'll meet him. Who else desires a private > >> audience?" > >> > >> > >> > >> "Three people you've met already," he answered. "Cardinal Bertu, > >> Bishop Harson and Rabbi Arstein all wish to meet with you." > >> > >> > >> > >> "What of the Lightbringer priestess?" Salona sarcastically, showing > >> her teeth in a growl. > >> > >> > >> > >> "She sent a long list of questions but has kept her distance," > >> Carlisle responded. "But that is not surprising. When we first showed > >> them your culua she was hit with a bolt of light that knocked her > >> twenty two feet across the room." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I don't like her kind," she growled. > >> > >> > >> > >> "So Madog informed us. He also told us why," the man said solemnly. > >> "Lady Delminie is a good person at heart. She has good bones as my > >> father would say. Very dedicated to protecting her people. You must > >> meet with her at some point." > >> > >> > >> > >> "Someday perhaps," she answered. "But not soon. I want to gain the > >> measure of that female first." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I think she wants to gain a measure of who and what you are too > >> before even attempting a meeting. I understand how you feel about the > >> Lightbringers. But high priestess Delminie is the leader of all > >> Lightbringers in the Outer Midlands. As such there are hundreds of > >> thousands who follow her command. She is someone we cannot afford to > >> make enemy out of." > >> > >> > >> > >> "She is already my enemy," she answered flatly. > >> > >> > >> > >> "No," He said with more anger then he had intended. "She is not our > >> enemy but if we are not careful she can be. You cannot compare the > >> Lothanasi of the past with those of today. Five centuries has passed > >> and great changes have occurred. Both to the people and to the > >> Lothanasi itself. But do not misunderstand. King Alfred might not be > >> able to destroy the guild but the Ecclesia and the Lightbringers could." > >> > >> > >> > >> The feline leaned close. "Could but will they?" > >> > >> > >> > >> "I do not know," the mage answered honestly. "It's plain that they > >> don't know either. Yet." He sighed deeply. "What we do and how we act > >> will affect automata for centuries. This can either be the rebirth of > >> Automaton magic or its destruction." > >> > >> > >> > >> "I will not let myself be taken apart again," Salona snarled. > >> > >> > >> > >> He placed an arm around the felines shoulders. "Salona my friend. I > >> will not let them destroy but things aren't that bad. We must move and > >> act carefully until we can consolidate our position." > >> > >> > >> > >> "What happens if we do gain the ability to live here," she asked. > >> "What happens then?" > >> > >> > >> > >> "We recover what knowledge that we can and relearn what we can't > >> recover," Carlisle explained. "And we make sure that knowledge will > >> never be lost again. That objective was, is and will remain the > >> Guild's primary goal." > >> > >> > >> > >> Suddenly Carlisle stiffened and cursed loudly in several languages. > >> > >> > >> > >> "What's wrong?" Salona curled her lips in a snarl and looked around > >> for any trouble. > >> > >> > >> > >> "Something just tripped wards and alarms back in Guild hall," the > >> mage answered. "Someone is trying to break into the Automaton > department!" > >> > >> > >> > >> She looked down towards the city and using her magically enhanced > >> sight soon found the Guild's property. It wasn't too hard as a pillar > >> of blue, green and black smoke was starting to billow up from one part. > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> **************** > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> The jewelry market was busy today. Everywhere the booths and stalls > >> were filled with merchants trying to sell their wares. Misha and > >> Caroline made their way through the crowd but quickly became the > >> center of attention. Word had spread that not only was the fox a > >> Brightleaf (a wealthy family) but was also rich and spent his coins > >> freely. This meant that every merchant within range was trying to > >> convince the Brightleaf of the wonders of their own merchandise. > >> > >> > >> > >> Misha paused at one of the vendors' booths. The simple structure > >> held a wide variety of jewelry. He picked up a silver cross inlaid > >> with bits of what could have been jade. "Drift would have liked this." > >> > >> > >> > >> Madog raced up to them and danced excitedly in a circle around > >> before coming to a halt in front of Misha. "Papa come NOW!" > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> The End > >> > >> -------------- next part -------------- An HTML attachment was > >> scrubbed... > >> URL: > >> <http://lists.integral.org/archives/mkguild/attachments/20140712/bad27 > >> b06/attachment.html> > >> > >> ------------------------------ > >> > >> _______________________________________________ > >> MKGuild mailing list > >> [email protected] > >> http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > >> > >> > >> End of MKGuild Digest, Vol 88, Issue 4 > >> ************************************** > >> > >> > >> > >> > >> _______________________________________________ > >> MKGuild mailing list > >> [email protected] > >> http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > >> > > > > > > > > -- > > - Virmir | http://virmir.com > > _______________________________________________ > > MKGuild mailing list > > [email protected] > > http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > > > > > > -- > - Virmir | http://virmir.com > _______________________________________________ > MKGuild mailing list > [email protected] > http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild >
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