Yeah I seem to be consistently getting these. It's working On Sat, Nov 29, 2014 at 10:51 PM, <[email protected]> wrote:
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I cleared those and I'm testing to be sure it is working! > > > > Chris > > The Lurking Fox > > > ---------- Forwarded message ---------- > From: christian okane <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Cc: > Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 22:49:18 -0500 > Subject: [Mkguild] FW: Birth II > > Not sure if everyone got this due to bounce issues with the list so I am > sending it again. This is NOT my story. > > > > Chris > > > > *From:* [email protected] [mailto: > [email protected]] *On Behalf Of *Jack Moore > *Sent:* Saturday, November 29, 2014 10:42 AM > *To:* [email protected] > *Subject:* [Mkguild] Birth II > > > > AN: I also took inspiration from Stormlight Archive and Les Liaisons > Dangereuses. Thoughts and critiques are asked for. > > > > Birth II > > > > > > I ate dinner that night outside away from the knights, instead of inside > my tent. > > Father was taking dinner and other entertainments with a serving girl he > brought with us. > > Someone I chose to neglect would share dinner with me though. > > > > "Jay-Ames." I sighed. > > > > "If there are any gods out there, I ask you to relieve me." I looked up at > the stars. > > "Please! I am begging you!" No response. > > > > The fact that I couldn't name any of them didn't help. > > > > A mass of golden curls with a fat girl growing out of them plopped down > beside > > me. "You've been avoiding me all day." I forced a grin. > > > > "What in the world gave you that idea…uh…" I seem to have forgotten > > something. > > > > The fat girl was my fiancée. I didn't know her, something I'll elaborate > on in a > > minute, but I knew my father wanted me to marry her. He believed such a > marriage > > would be throwing off the shackles of tradition and another step towards > being a modern > > man. > > > > You see this girl was…unique. Rather than being nobility, she came from a > > wealthy merchant family. My father believed money would be power in the > future and > > merchants would supplant the nobles. > > > > I suspect he's right. > > > > Unsurprisingly this lead to an arranged marriage to a girl I barely knew. > > Somewhat more surprisingly, I did not know her name. > > > > You see, this girl was of no importance to me. The doublet I wore held > more > > value. So I learned little about her and never bothered to learn her name. > > I would learn it but that's a story for another letter. > > > > Well I couldn't refer to her as trollop, so instead I took to calling her > by a pet > > name. > > > > "Of course I'm not avoiding you Muffin." I said. "Why would I ever do > that?" > > Muffin's eyes lit with joy. "I've just been busy with other things." > > > > "Like what Jay-Ames?" I winced. At the time this girl had a way of > speaking > > that made me despise my own name. I don't mind it now. > > > > "I've been busy planning for the meeting tomorrow." I said. "We're meeting > with > > someone for…something. I don't know; I'm more concerned with being so > close to a > > cursed valley." > > > > "I'm excited Jay-Ames. What do you think the cursed people are like?" How > in > > the world would I know, I'd never met them. > > > > "Not a clue." I said. "I don't want to meet one." > > > > "I bet they're fuzzy." Muffin said. "I've heard they're monsters. > > > > "They are monsters." I said. "They're not human anymore." > > > > "I don't know." Muffin said. > > > > "Ya don't know? How can you not know this? > > > > "In Isenport, I watch people." Muffin said. "They always act like people, > no > > matter what they look like. Even if the cursed people look like monsters, > I don't think > > they'll act like them." > > > > "And how exactly would you know how a monster acts?" I snapped. > > > > "You're upset." Muffin said. "Tell me why." > > > > "I don't want to be here." I said. "I mean…I like being out of Isenport. I > even > > wanna see this Keep! It's the cursed part; I am scared of cursed places. > Maybe that > > makes me a fool, but I think the smart thing to do is avoid curses." > > > > "Is that all?" > > > > "Is that all!?" I cried. "To me it's plenty. I don't want to be out here, > especially > > when I don't know why I'm here. I just know something's going to go wrong > for me." > > > > "What?" Muffin asked. "You think they're going to kidnap you? Or kill > you?" > > No I think they're going to marry me to you. "Oh Jay-Ames, you have a > silly > > imagination." I rolled my eyes > > > > In my mind, I knew what Metamor Keep was. Every stranger too it knows it > is > > the great unknown, a cursed gateway into the more unknown North. The > unknown is > > dangerous and everything I heard about it frightened me. > > > > "So where's your father?" Muffin asked. > > > > "In his tent with a serving girl." I said. "She's providing…moral support > to him." > > > > "Maybe we should head too our tent then." Muffin grinned. My manhood > > shriveled. > > > > "Thanks but I'm not feeling…up to it." I had three mistresses at home who > I > > planned to remain loyal to. I would do this by not touching Muffin with a > glaive, much > > less a part of my anatomy. > > > > "That's okay; we can sit here and talk." She leaned in closer to me as I > prayed to > > gods I didn't believe in for a miracle. > > > > Without warning it began raining. Sometimes the Divine can be quite kind. > > > > March 3rd, 707 > > > > While dinner I ate alone, breakfast I shared with my father. Or rather, he > ate and I > > sat in misery. > > > > "Do you know what we can learn from Metamor Keep yet?" My father asked. > > > > "No sir, not yet." My father frowned. > > > > "You are my legacy; you will have to be sharper than that." My father > sipped and > > continued. "Why do we Ecclesia and Lothanasi priests on the pay?" > > > > "Because we're probably going to one of their hells and trying to get > out?" Was > > what I did not say. > > > > "I don't know sir." > > > > "Religion is a tool." My father said. "Always has been, all nonsense and > all a tool > > for those who can use it. Metamor Keep has the next tool, the tool for the > modern man." > > > > "I thought you said they were too stupid to fix their own curse, how can > they > > teach us anything?" > > > > "Even morons have flashes of brilliance." My father said. "In this case, > the tool > > of tolerance." > > > > "Tolerance?" > > > > "Different religions." My father sipped, "Different species. Some are > human, > > some are animals, I've heard all of this. Yet they still hold together. > Why?" > > > > "I'm not sure sir." > > > > "Because their leader has realized how stupid all these divisions are. He > has > > come to realize no doubt that so long as he puts his desires above all > else, as long as he > > never shows favoritism he can control the people. > > > > "We practice their religion to show we are like them. We show no > favoritism, > > they trumpet us from the hills as great rulers." My father smiled. > > For a moment I saw the fangs of a wolf in his grin. > > > > "That is how we become modern rulers. Not like these lords and Lords stuck > in > > the past!" I stood up. "Where are you going?" > > > > "Need air." I pushed my way through the tent flaps and managed to not > vomit. > > Only a few minutes with my father and I felt like I had been in a pig sty. > > > > "Breakfast as usual?" Nemo walked up beside me, Qual strapped on his back. > > "You always exit looking ill." > > > > "I feel ill." I mumbled, sitting down on a rock. "I don't want to be a > modern > > man." > > > > "What do you want?" I swallowed. > > > > "I don't know." > > > > "When you decide, I will give you my countenance." Nemo said. > > > > "My father pays you. You'll do what he says." > > > > "I'm sorry you believe that." Nemo crouched down. I stood. > > > > "I need to…I need some time alone." > > > > "Your father will want to leave when he is done." Nemo said. "I can give > you an > > hour delay, possibly two." I paused. > > > > "Why?" > > > > "We all need it sometimes James." Nemo said. "Have fun." > > > > "Thanks." > > > > _______________________________________________ > MKGuild mailing list > [email protected] > http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild > >
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