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Post by Catherine Barter on Jul 23, 2005 18:33:38 GMT
I don't think you can blame Mother Nature Marcus..more those people who mined the silver in the first place. Surely they didn't expect it to last forever. Mother Nature has far more power and things to do than cause silver to disappear..more people who want to be rich and have a pretty easy job at getting so.
*Slowly eating her dinner as she said this she wondered about the people of the world today. Did they expect everything to last forever? Did they not realise there is only so much you can take before things disappear? Maybe humans and maybe everyone blinded themselves to ides or possibilites hoping that if they pretended the problem wasn't there it would go away. If only!*
*Savouring some seasoned meat she smiled over at the Count and then after eating the meat took a delicate sip of water.*
Maybe people will one day realise that they just can't take take take all the time. It's just not possible. I mean how many years have the people been mining those mines?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Jul 23, 2005 19:34:34 GMT
"To be honest Catherien I have no idea."
"Long before I was born, maby even before my father was born. They were deffinatly mineing them when I was growing up because my father had a very lucrative import and export buissnes with the then town mayor, one Harold Kiddo."
"My father would buy a shipment of Silver from them, ship it out to the americas and sell it there. That was untill he caught the Mayor's son in bed with my mother and well...lets just say relationships and buissnes deals turned soure in a hurry."
"Matter of fact this was the first bit of buissnes conducted between Silverden and A Binkatore sine that happaned. Liked I siad they wanted my personal gurd to help gurd the mines from what the Justice Of The Peace and a local inquirey had decided was."
"The continued interfrence in the collection, transport and deliver of the Silver shipments by person or persons unknown. Who may or may not be a member or have links with the criminal organisation know as The Assosiation."
*The servents bring in the desert and clear away the other plates.*
"Have you ever heard of this so called criminal organisation The Assosiation Catherine?"
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Post by Catherine Barter on Aug 6, 2005 19:14:15 GMT
Well at least you are here now.
*Taking a sip of wine and then savouring the desert before she answer's Marcus's question. The apple covered in a crumble served with chilled thick cream is delicious.*
I have heard various rumours from various people, shop owners but no one seems to be able to actually prove anything. Most of the tales if true and spoke by people not in twon very long....Which does make me somewhat suspisious.. What do you know about them?
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Aug 6, 2005 19:25:04 GMT
*Marcus smiled and shruged.*
"Pretty much the same as you. I've heard the rummors."
"To me it just sounds so impossibal. I meen the rummors would have you belive that an Orgnisation bigger then The Local theifs Guilds in the area has enough power to be able to orcastret around 50% of all the crime in this region."
"Now call me a synic but surely to goodness if that was the case SOMEONE would have proof of some kind."
"My personal oppinion is that it's just a Urban myth dremed up by travlers and merchents, which only gains creedens because it's a convinient scapegoat for police to hang unsolved crimes on."
"Do you know Me an Quill were once called before a local inquirey accused of being linked with the Assosiation?"
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Post by Catherine Barter on Aug 6, 2005 19:40:32 GMT
*Catherine finished off her dersert and pushed the now empty bowl away.*
You know most people say urban legends are actually not so legendary as such...but more something that did happen once..Just the tale over time has grown and been added to. No I wasn't aware of that Marcus. Why did they think you had anything to do with it?
Though you know I wouldn't actually be surprised if there was a company by that name...It's is a rather unoriginal name. Not one that sounds like something made up...It sounds like something very realistic rather than what most fantasy, made up stories are...flights of fancy with things that shouldn't or can't normally happen being able to.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Aug 6, 2005 19:50:54 GMT
"Once again my family name comeing back to haunt me. This was back in the day when A Brinkatore was a crimminal just by being a Brinkatore."
"It all got sorted out very quickly."
*Marcus, finishes off his wine, then looks across the table at Catherine in a sujestive way.*
"That was a very nice meal. But I'm still a bit peckish."
*He looks at Catherine's amply chest.*
"So how about we ajourn to my Private quatres and continue our disscusion there and I'll have a try of your...grapefruits. I seem to rememmber they were very tatsy last time."
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Post by Catherine Barter on Aug 6, 2005 19:58:40 GMT
*Catherine sipped the last of her wine and pushing her chair back stood up and approached Marcus's chair.*
Well lead on good Marcus.
*With that Catherine held out her arm and waited for Marcus to take it.*
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Aug 6, 2005 20:04:08 GMT
*Marcus stood up and took Catherine's arm. He lead her out of the dinning room and up the stairs. The lovers walked down a long corridoor and came to a set of double doors. Marcus opend them and another slightly shorter corridoor lay befor them he userd Catherine in and closed and locked the door behind them.*
"From here on Is my private Area Catherine. We can be as open as we want about our affair now."
"My bedroom is just down the hall but first I think you owe me this for befor."
*Marcus put his arms around Catherine and kissed her on the lips.*
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Post by Catherine Barter on Aug 6, 2005 20:58:37 GMT
*Kissing Marcus lightly at first it wasn't very long before the kiss became intense before passing out from lack of oxygen Catherine pushed Marcus away.*
Maybe we should head for your room now.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Aug 6, 2005 21:15:08 GMT
*Marcus held Catherine tight around the waist with one arm and took her into his room, he pushed the door shut behind them.* *Marcus's room was a sight. Amber Gold leaf on the wall, The celling had mirrors on it the charpte was a soft fur rug, and in the middle stood a big double bed with silk sheets on it.* *Catherine just had enough time to take this in before Marcus turned her round to face him and again kissed her. Catherien was soon lost in the pasion of the moment as her mid got carried away with her body.* *The last cohernet thought she had before she was swept away completly by passion and lust was her brain registering the sound of her dress being un-zipped.* [ModNote: Catherine and her mediaeval zips are next seen in A Surprise Letter, in which Marcus' story also continues.] |
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