Erwin Von Mack, Chief (and Only) Intelligence Agent for the Markgraaf of Raubenstadt, found himself late at night on the road to nearby Frankfort Am Main, with a message from the Margrafin to her second son, the Ritter Andrew Von Meltzer, who was currently accompanying the Grand Tour of the Reich Duke Wilhelm Von Beerstein. She had received vague warnings from her sources in Stagonia, that there was a foul plot underway in Frankzonia involving the Grand Tour and the Frankfurter Herzog, but no further specific details as to who, how, and when were forthcoming.
Von Mack thought that if the Stagonians had grown so bold as to antagonize the Frankfurters, they were due for a rude awakening. Could this new agressive stance be the influence of the Duchess of Sachen-Vindow? If so, she did not know the Frankfurters as well as she thought. Bitterly gained personal experience had taught Von Mack that underneath the bland and somewhat bumbling facade Stanken showed the world, there lurked a mind that could have taught Machavelli a thing or two about ruling. He mentally winced at the memories, and wondered what it would be like to be on the same side for a change.
Sachen-Vindow. Sachen-Vindow. His failure at that damnable Inn, "The Crooked Kobold", had haunted Von Mack for months now, and if events had just gone a little different, he probably wouldn't have found himself on the road to Frankfort Am Main at such an ungodly hour, with a full moon lighting his way along the well known track. The grim setting did nothing to improve his mood. Von Mack was determined that this time there would be no failures.
Justice and Death, personally delivered in the form of Erwin Von Mack, were coming closer to Frankfort with every plodding hoofbeat of his horse....
(Hi Guys,
Sorry about not posting in a while, but things have been awfully busy around here for the last three weeks. However, progress has been made. The wiring, drywalling, and painting of the living room and hallway has been done, and the air conditioning system has been brought up to date and turned on. You would not believe how humid it has been around here. I hope that there will now be a little more time for hobby stuff.
Hope you had a Happby Birthday Jeff! Long may the Blue Bear lead this merry band!
A. J. ! Here's to you and your Bride! May you both live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live!
Hey Stokes! All kidding aside, congratulations on the impending arrival!
Given the outcome of current events in our Imagi-Nations, I just couldn't resist sticking a big ol' Raubenstadter thumb in the eye of this particular Stagonian plot!)
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Beware of Stagonians bearing gifts . . . they usually have most unpleasant consequences.
However I do thank you for your remembering my 61st birthday . . . which was quiet but nice . . . I got a number of gaming books and the day and was topped off with a nice meal out.
-- Jeff
Always glad that despite the requirements of 'The Real World™' we can read news from Raubenstadt!
"Timeo Stagonios et dona ferentes", hey?
Jeff, at 61 you are a youngster!
Cheers,
Jean-Louis
It appears lucky that young Ritter Andrew von Meltzer has accompanied the Grand Tour. By the way, Happy Birthday Jeff. As I remember it 61 was a very good year, hope your is as well!
Nice write-up! The game is a-hoof, eh? ;-)
And, I was working on the details of the entertaining events ... similar to the Masquerade Ball held long ago ... when I caught this interesting post ... Be sure, he'll have a role to play (and maybe a roll to enjoy).
:)
A
Thank you for your kind wishes! I hope all goes smoothly with your decorating.
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