[Bordermarch] The plan

David Lathrop dblathrop at yahoo.com
Sun Aug 2 07:28:34 PDT 2009


I would have you ask our friend Baron Bourbon and Coke to now begin with the second phase of our plan. 
I must admit, I to had some misgivings as to the Baron Bourbon and Coke's effectiveness at splitting his kingdom into warring factions; it seems his need for fine linen and the coco seed drives him to extremes.

Captain Brule has sent word of his misfortune concerning his wagon and the Golden Dona. We can only pray that his injury will heal in time for the Autumn celebration at Castle Border Keep.
One must ponder; where was Captain Brule's lovely Lady Nora when his misfortune fell like a sack of seed on him, and why-oh-why was Captain Brule and the Golden Dona riding the wagon alone?
Perhaps the Golden Dona is just protecting her daughters interest given Captain Brule's history with women. He has been know to leave the inn with the most unsavory of women when he is deep in his cups.

Nomis, do not push Lady Jimwat to far; she has been know to gather from her herb garden, special things that will render one feeble and unable to perform the easiest of task!

Ward yourself well until future communication. Should you require assistance, Captain Brule will be plying the waters close by.

My food taster has developed a small side effect from the application of the radish juice to cure his malady. Whenever he hears the spoken word [celebrate], his head turns the color of a bright radish!
It takes much time for his normal color to return, and he claims the affliction runs in his family. The problem is, he has no family, he's an orphan.
We are now most careful to not speak the word in his presence, and hope beyond hope that his ears never hear a fair young maiden speak the word!

As you well know, our preparation for battle never ends. We gather once again in the park to allow Bordermarch's finest warriors to cross blades while the children watch with pride.
We shall miss your presence today friend Nomis.

HE Santiago

From: "nomistk at bordermarch.org" <nomistk at bordermarch.org>
To: bordermarch at lists.ansteorra.org
Cc: charles_brk at yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, August 2, 2009 7:17:33 AM
Subject: [Bordermarch] The plan

Your Excelency Santiago the magnificent,

You are so wise!  The plan that you worked up with Baron Bourbon and coke is working to perfection.  My observations tell me that all of the kingdom of goat lovers is on the verge 
of internal war.  I must admit that I did not think Baron Bourbon and Coke would go through with it but his greed for more territory seems greater that his fear of his own nobles.

I would say that now is the time to ask the rest of our fair, mighty and benevolent kingdom to gather at your castle for the victory parade, for that is all it will be.  I do not 
see any chance that there will be opposition to your invasion.

On a personal note, after escaping from that strange captain of yours I was alarmed to hear him floating along the shore yelling my name.  what a dolt!  While leaning over the side 
of his boat hollering my name, he fell overboard.  As luck would have it he landed on a sand bar and bounced something terrible.  After a funny grunting sound it seems he now walks 
with a lean.  His crew found this to be very funny and proclaimed it was time to go kill something.  I heard him muttering about blaming this injury on your trusted swordwoman and 
a wagon, but know the truth.

As far as your words about the jimwat bush, I went back and confronted Lady Jimwat about her bushes fabled healing powers.  She flew into a rage at my doubting her word, hit me up 
side my head and sent me on my way.  I have quite the nasty bruise to show for my efforts.  I have noticed that while hiding in the sewers that the rats down here smell of 
raddishes.  Maybe the there is no jimwat bush, could it be a tree or a shrub?

I am off to make contact with Baron Bourbon and Coke, any words for our double agent?


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