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Archanist Sepheos fidgeted on the hard oak bench as he tried to read his book.
"By Kossuth's holy fire! where are all the cushions for these benches? How can anyone read in comfort?" he said as he stood up rubbing his aching tail bone. Stretching his weary bones he wandered through the Embassy in an attempt to find a more comfortable reading spot and possibly solve the mystery of the missing cushions. Arriving at the lounge he was able to answer both those questions that weighed heavily on his mind, the answer though, caused permanent lines to be etched on his brow.
Before Sepheos stood the most spectacular feat of plush engineering he had ever seen. Cushions from every corner of the Embassy had apparently been gathered and converted into a massive fort of garish style and expensive comfort. Pillows from the opium den formed the foundation, while heavy blankets from the guest rooms were used as thick walls. Several tables and benches were added to the structure to provide support while the legs of this furniture were set to apparently rebuff the charge from some yet unseen plush cavalry. Sepheos' coveted bench cushions were being used to form two massive parapets while the shield of some dozing knight had been fixed as a drawbridge of sorts and was firmly shut to visitors.
"What in the blazes of they ninth circle of hell?" Sephoes said as he spied a pair of eyes looking back at him from a plushy arrow slit.
"I have created a new country!" came the energetic reply. "It a country of happy politeness and everyone will want to be its friend! I assume you are an official envoy bearing gifts hmm?"
Sepheos looked stunned "wha....?"
"You know since this new country is new an stuff, its having a birthday and politely demands presents! We already have a celebration planned with these vials of liquid that make pretty colours!" said the little voice.
"How did you get those?" Sepheos said as he looked over to see a collection of vials from various experiments bubbling menacingly throwing coloured sparks into the air. "Those chemicals can't be stored together! You'll blow the place apart."
"Presents" was the only reply.
"fine..." the archanist sighed "there are pastries in the kitchen" he said as he rubbed his temples. There was a squeal of delight followed by the hurried patter of Hin feet headed toward the treasure trove of sugary goodness.
"Knights!" called out Sepheos. "we're infested with Hin! set some traps or something."
((Happy Canada Day!))
"By Kossuth's holy fire! where are all the cushions for these benches? How can anyone read in comfort?" he said as he stood up rubbing his aching tail bone. Stretching his weary bones he wandered through the Embassy in an attempt to find a more comfortable reading spot and possibly solve the mystery of the missing cushions. Arriving at the lounge he was able to answer both those questions that weighed heavily on his mind, the answer though, caused permanent lines to be etched on his brow.
Before Sepheos stood the most spectacular feat of plush engineering he had ever seen. Cushions from every corner of the Embassy had apparently been gathered and converted into a massive fort of garish style and expensive comfort. Pillows from the opium den formed the foundation, while heavy blankets from the guest rooms were used as thick walls. Several tables and benches were added to the structure to provide support while the legs of this furniture were set to apparently rebuff the charge from some yet unseen plush cavalry. Sepheos' coveted bench cushions were being used to form two massive parapets while the shield of some dozing knight had been fixed as a drawbridge of sorts and was firmly shut to visitors.
"What in the blazes of they ninth circle of hell?" Sephoes said as he spied a pair of eyes looking back at him from a plushy arrow slit.
"I have created a new country!" came the energetic reply. "It a country of happy politeness and everyone will want to be its friend! I assume you are an official envoy bearing gifts hmm?"
Sepheos looked stunned "wha....?"
"You know since this new country is new an stuff, its having a birthday and politely demands presents! We already have a celebration planned with these vials of liquid that make pretty colours!" said the little voice.
"How did you get those?" Sepheos said as he looked over to see a collection of vials from various experiments bubbling menacingly throwing coloured sparks into the air. "Those chemicals can't be stored together! You'll blow the place apart."
"Presents" was the only reply.
"fine..." the archanist sighed "there are pastries in the kitchen" he said as he rubbed his temples. There was a squeal of delight followed by the hurried patter of Hin feet headed toward the treasure trove of sugary goodness.
"Knights!" called out Sepheos. "we're infested with Hin! set some traps or something."
((Happy Canada Day!))
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