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Post by Boiling Sugar on Nov 20, 2010 17:57:27 GMT -6
This is the castle that lies within Fleur-de-Lis in Kardicoe. It is home to the king and queen. It is very grand, and magnificent, with a large garden of lilies - among other flowers - and 100 rooms.
If you are seeking an embassy, you should try to bargain with the king. [All negotiations or anything else is done in IC.]
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Post by Boiling Sugar on Nov 21, 2010 16:25:03 GMT -6
King Melas sat on his throne, thinking quietly and stroking the becomings of a beard. Nothing had happened recently other than sending an expedition to the Shaman Strait where some Indians had been. For the past six months they've had basically no luck with them. However, the head linguist had said they were making some progress...
"Sire," a royal servant came in, bowing to him, "Here is a letter from Tom Jennings, the head linguist." The servant held out the letter to the king, who took it eagerly. He opened it with his index finger and read aloud.
November 10th, 3010
Dearest King Melas, We've made progress with the Indians. They've began picking up the basics of our language. Some of the younger ones can even speak a bit more, as well! With the permission on you, would it be okay to bring some back, just to try to show them what real civilization is?
Think about it, sire, we could have them as allies, and we could definitely spread out power. From our six months here, we've found no traces of violence, so they wouldn't be a threat. I hope you'll consider.
Until then, I must get some sleep before the sun rises.
Humbly yours, Tom Jennings.
King Melas smiled, and slid the letter back into the envelope.
"That is all, servant." He said, waving him away.
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Post by Boiling Sugar on Nov 23, 2010 21:28:27 GMT -6
It was now November 23rd - two days after the first letter. King Melas coughed into his elbow, and put his head back. He stared at the ceiling, then closed his eyes. He was coming down with something - the common cold, he was sure - and hadn't slept last night. He heard a cough, and looked down.
It was the same servant from a couple days ago, but the servant was extremely pale and at that moment was being shaken by loud, nasty sounding coughs. When the coughs stopped, the messenger quickly bowed, and apologized. He handed the letter to the king, and stood as straight as he could.
"Another letter...?" The king asked in a surprised tone, "It usually takes nearly a week." But he tore open the envelope as the messenger was racked with another set of coughs.
November 15th Dearest King:
I am afraid to say that the last letter you received may have infected you. We've been living in relative good health here, until around two nights ago. All of us started to come down with what seemed like the flu. We couldn't sleep and we had the sneezes. However, it is not just the flu. It seems to be much more than that. I do not know if the disease was on the latest letter I sent or not, and I pray it was not. Sire, a man is near death here.
We believe the Indians are the carriers for a disease which they are somewhat immune to, but we are not. We don't believe it was spread to us purposely, but with their lack of knowledge, especially in medicine, it was spread accidentally.
Sire, if you start feeling like you're coming down with the flu, please, I beg you to warn people. It spread like a wildfire here, and it sure as hell will there. I have to stop writing you though, for I barely the strength to write these.
Sincerely, Tom Jennings.
The letter slowly drifted to the floor, as King Melas let it drop, eyes wide. "Did you know about this, servant?" The king asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The servant shook his head, just as wide-eyed as his king. "You...you are excused." King Melas regained his composer, and waved the servant away. However, he wasn't heartless. He sent for that servant to be given medical treatment immediately. He would wait it out - at least til tomorrow - and see if it worsened. He got up, and retrieved the letter from the floor, before slipping it back into the envelope.
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