Jul 29, 2011
Posted by Eva Bellambi at 7:54 PM
After a very long night and day of planning for the defense of the Isle of Skye and of Winterfell, it felt good to change clothes and spend time physically preparing myself as well.
It will be good when my Knights and Lancers arrive tomorrow. We are ready for you, Barken Roff!
Posted by Eva Bellambi at 7:27 AM
Jul 28, 2011
As I began to share the story of the letter and the relatively recent history with the Vulgarians, she rang the bell for a staff member and told him to send for Admiral Beaumont immediately. We paused briefly awaiting his arrival so that I need only share the story once. Happily her staff brought the silver tea cart to the room. After sipping the deliciously brewed Earl Grey blend, I felt a bit restored.
Once Wildstar, as I call my friend, the Admiral, arrived he and I placed the historical puzzle pieces on the table for Serra. (For those who may not know the history of the Vulgarian RP in the past please read: several articles including this one in Hibernia on the Skids; posts of several explorers including this one on The High Tea & Adventure Society)
“The unknown variable is really how they will arrive and attack. The when seems fairly certain. I am sure they are well underway by now and will likely try to catch you off your guard sometime in the next few days.” Wildstar remarked.
“I drew the same conclusions. I’ve sent the call out for my knights, my clan, and the Lancers of Skye. We need to get them here and working with you and your officers to plan the defense of Skye and of Winterfell.”
We spoke only a few minutes more before Wildstar took his leave to meet with his officers. Serra had formulated a plan to speak with her counterparts all over the Steamlands this very day. Then we embraced.
“I’m off to prepare for the defense of Skye and to await the arrival of my clan,” I said just as one of Serra’s staff members brought a message for me into the room. I read the note written in the distinct hand of Lady Kate Nicholas and then looked up at Serra.
“Kate and Adso have arrived from the offices of the Royal Society and are convening a group of our top scientists to puzzle through the possibilities of Vulgarian technological advances. Wonderful! I’m off, Serra. I’ll check in with you later tonight.” And with that remark, I was out the door and on Bucephalus speeding my way home.
Posted by Eva Bellambi at 12:26 PM
Jul 24, 2011
Since it had been an exceedingly long week dealing with complex problems associated with several of my senior staff members’ cases at MI-6 , I was happy to once again be in my private chambers at home. It had been more than a week since I had been at home. The cases required me to travel a good bit. Cairine kindly directed the staff to manage my luggage and then helped me out of my expedition travel gear and into a very hot bath. As I slipped into the water she poured a small amount of my favorite sandlewood bath oil into the tub then placed a table and lamp nearby so that I might read some of the week’s post while I soaked.
I was happy to discover some lovely invitations to summer balls and garden parties in the stack. What a pleasure also to find correspondence from several friends travelling abroad. I was, however, shocked out of my steamy, relaxed, and happy mood when I picked up the next envelope which contained the seal of Barken Roff, a former ambassador from Vulgaria. Roff! the very blaggard who nearly five years ago had done his best to shock all in attendance at the ball celebrating the opening of my manse on Loch Avie with his vulgar language and poor behavior. He had only been invited as he was newly in his diplomatic position in Caledon. How much I regret that decision. It was shortly after that night that he began to claim that Loch Avie was “stolen from Vulgaria” and that the bones, which my knight, Adso Krogstad, was excavating in the lower portion of Loch Avie, would be revealed as ancient Vulgarians. The nerve of the man!
I broke the seal to the letter.
Cairine gasped loudly upon her return to find me (unknowingly) standing in the tub holding the letter down at my side. I was red-faced, frowning, and stark naked. Her noise roused me enough to spring me into action.
“Cairine. Assist me out of this tub and I’ll dry myself. Then I need you to set the emergency signals in motion. Agent Barns should be in the MI-6 signal station, just give him the word. I need to gather the clan and my knights. Then I shall need to be properly dressed so that at first light I may make emergency calls upon Miss Serra, Admiral Beaumont, Desmond Shang, and several others.”
As Cairine walked rapidly down the stairs from the master suite I called after her, “Sir Tele, Somme, and O’Toole are going to be bloody hard to find. Make sure Barns sends his messages accordingly. Those lot have gone far afield - some in semi-retirement - but they must know their Cheiftainess has need of them and they must come!”
Cairine shouted back an acknowledgement and then I heard the door to the intel room open and close.
“...or she may never even be known to them.”
To be continued