Well, I've *finally* got back on track. Sorry about the delay.
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Well, I think she know's she's an Antichrist actually. I think it says in the Bible somewhere that there are thousands of Antichrists . . . where was that . . . You are a pineapple worshipper? Wow. I passed on your message to the Raven. She was slightly appeased. Not too much, though, or she wouldn't be my Raven.
Silver Shadow Of Silence: What? You mean this isn't real? Aww . . . //Pouts//. Iceland? Mad!
StarlightWarrior: Drat, no worshippers. Ah, well, I'll settle for the review. Yes, it's a nice combination. (Never mind the fact that LotR is about stopping world domination . . . that doesn't matter, honest!)
Raven Firedragon: Maybe he learned from Legolas. Yay for the world! No, no evil laughs, EOs always get knocked down with those. But at least the Army of Elves have original uniforms. (See, I've studied it too!) Anyone reading should go to Eviloverlord.com. It's great!
Welcome to the next chapter. Special offer at the end of this!
Reaper: Everyone to the Great Hall *now*. We have news.
Raven: At last!
Huntress: Bloodthirsty girl.
Raven: I'm bored. So sue me.
* * * *
Sarah and Boromir entered the red and black hall just as the Raven sat down. The pair descended the stone steps - slate, specially imported from Wales by David - passed over the Raven Seal, and joined their three comrades.
As Boromir seated himself, he nodded to the others and commented, "I hope you dealt with that erring commando efficiently."
The Raven smiled. "Oh, yes. His spell in the special dungeon was very . . . profitable. We all learned a lot."
Boromir stared at her, trying to figure out what she had meant. Fortunately, David broke the silence before it could stretch too far.
"My friends, we have a new target. Switzerland has decided that our control of the countries on its borders cannot be tolerated. At approximately nine fifteen this morning, they broke their long term neutrality and organised heir army on the German border."
The Raven laughed. "Perfect!" When the others looked at her strangely, she elaborated. "For one thing, with their army out trying to attack us, they won't be defending their centre. For another, David's been to Switzerland, and knows where their government can be found. And, finally," she laughed again, "Switzerland is the main international banking centre. Where better to finance our operation from?"
All four stared at her. Then, eventually, David shook himself. "Sarah," he said, turning to the golden-haired girl, "can we use one of your portals to get past the border guards?"
She shook her head. "Sorry, David. You know that technology is Ispace copyrighted. It's all I can do to keep them off our backs as it is."
David sighed. "Ah, well. I guess we'll have to use ordinary infiltration. Unit Commander 571, are your troops ready?"
"They are indeed," replied the elf. "The reinforcements pulled from the Battle have been fully integrated, and we are back at full strength."
"Excellent. You shall accompany Sarah and Boromir on their infiltration to ensure there is no more unauthorised activity. Take five of your best commandos with you."
Number 571 nodded, and David smiled. "Now, that's all the news on this operation. I'll forward the full plan to you when it's ready. However, there is other news. I have, with the able assistance of Sarah," he smiled at her, "completed the the poster to inform everyone of the Raven's rule." With that, he stepped up and pulled aside the curtain that covered where the world map usually was.
Boromir leaned back in shock at the huge eye before him - Was it Sauron? - but quickly sat again as he realised that it was just the poster David had been going on about.
The balck sheet was broken at the centre by the huge eye that had first caught Boromir's attention. Around this, in red Roman letters, were some words. Boromir still wasn't too good at reading English, so it took a short time to figure it out. When he did, however, he almost laughed out loud. 'The Raven Is Watching You . . .'
He just had time to take in the white rendition of the Raven Seal in the lower right corner before the Raven's laugh broke the silence. "So *that's* why you needed a picture of my eye!" she exclaimed.
David smiled. "What, you thought I just wanted it for no reason?"
"Well, no, but . . . Sarah, Boromir, Commander, you can leave now. We'll give you the details when they're sorted. Now scram."
As the thre ascended the stairs, the raised voices of David and the Raven started up again, both tinged with amusement.
"I *thought* you wanted it because . . ."
* * * *
What is so funny? Who is Unit Commander 571? What does That Poster actually look like? Find out . . . well, you'll never find out the answer to the first one. The second will, I think, be in the next chapter.
And the last? Well, you can find out now. Email me at huinesoron@hotmail.com and I'll send you a copy in JPEG format. Don't ask in a review, because I won't respond. But you can still review anyway.
This is a serious offer, and I am providing it free of charge. Mainly because I have no way of getting money out of anyone, but hey . . .
hS
Pointy Ears Are My Thing: Well, I think she know's she's an Antichrist actually. I think it says in the Bible somewhere that there are thousands of Antichrists . . . where was that . . . You are a pineapple worshipper? Wow. I passed on your message to the Raven. She was slightly appeased. Not too much, though, or she wouldn't be my Raven.
Silver Shadow Of Silence: What? You mean this isn't real? Aww . . . //Pouts//. Iceland? Mad!
StarlightWarrior: Drat, no worshippers. Ah, well, I'll settle for the review. Yes, it's a nice combination. (Never mind the fact that LotR is about stopping world domination . . . that doesn't matter, honest!)
Raven Firedragon: Maybe he learned from Legolas. Yay for the world! No, no evil laughs, EOs always get knocked down with those. But at least the Army of Elves have original uniforms. (See, I've studied it too!) Anyone reading should go to Eviloverlord.com. It's great!
Welcome to the next chapter. Special offer at the end of this!
Reaper: Everyone to the Great Hall *now*. We have news.
Raven: At last!
Huntress: Bloodthirsty girl.
Raven: I'm bored. So sue me.
* * * *
Sarah and Boromir entered the red and black hall just as the Raven sat down. The pair descended the stone steps - slate, specially imported from Wales by David - passed over the Raven Seal, and joined their three comrades.
As Boromir seated himself, he nodded to the others and commented, "I hope you dealt with that erring commando efficiently."
The Raven smiled. "Oh, yes. His spell in the special dungeon was very . . . profitable. We all learned a lot."
Boromir stared at her, trying to figure out what she had meant. Fortunately, David broke the silence before it could stretch too far.
"My friends, we have a new target. Switzerland has decided that our control of the countries on its borders cannot be tolerated. At approximately nine fifteen this morning, they broke their long term neutrality and organised heir army on the German border."
The Raven laughed. "Perfect!" When the others looked at her strangely, she elaborated. "For one thing, with their army out trying to attack us, they won't be defending their centre. For another, David's been to Switzerland, and knows where their government can be found. And, finally," she laughed again, "Switzerland is the main international banking centre. Where better to finance our operation from?"
All four stared at her. Then, eventually, David shook himself. "Sarah," he said, turning to the golden-haired girl, "can we use one of your portals to get past the border guards?"
She shook her head. "Sorry, David. You know that technology is Ispace copyrighted. It's all I can do to keep them off our backs as it is."
David sighed. "Ah, well. I guess we'll have to use ordinary infiltration. Unit Commander 571, are your troops ready?"
"They are indeed," replied the elf. "The reinforcements pulled from the Battle have been fully integrated, and we are back at full strength."
"Excellent. You shall accompany Sarah and Boromir on their infiltration to ensure there is no more unauthorised activity. Take five of your best commandos with you."
Number 571 nodded, and David smiled. "Now, that's all the news on this operation. I'll forward the full plan to you when it's ready. However, there is other news. I have, with the able assistance of Sarah," he smiled at her, "completed the the poster to inform everyone of the Raven's rule." With that, he stepped up and pulled aside the curtain that covered where the world map usually was.
Boromir leaned back in shock at the huge eye before him - Was it Sauron? - but quickly sat again as he realised that it was just the poster David had been going on about.
The balck sheet was broken at the centre by the huge eye that had first caught Boromir's attention. Around this, in red Roman letters, were some words. Boromir still wasn't too good at reading English, so it took a short time to figure it out. When he did, however, he almost laughed out loud. 'The Raven Is Watching You . . .'
He just had time to take in the white rendition of the Raven Seal in the lower right corner before the Raven's laugh broke the silence. "So *that's* why you needed a picture of my eye!" she exclaimed.
David smiled. "What, you thought I just wanted it for no reason?"
"Well, no, but . . . Sarah, Boromir, Commander, you can leave now. We'll give you the details when they're sorted. Now scram."
As the thre ascended the stairs, the raised voices of David and the Raven started up again, both tinged with amusement.
"I *thought* you wanted it because . . ."
* * * *
What is so funny? Who is Unit Commander 571? What does That Poster actually look like? Find out . . . well, you'll never find out the answer to the first one. The second will, I think, be in the next chapter.
And the last? Well, you can find out now. Email me at huinesoron@hotmail.com and I'll send you a copy in JPEG format. Don't ask in a review, because I won't respond. But you can still review anyway.
This is a serious offer, and I am providing it free of charge. Mainly because I have no way of getting money out of anyone, but hey . . .
hS