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In the House of lords, sometime later
3rd POV
The scene opens up inside the house of lords. This is the highest court in all of the United Kingdom. The few cases that come through are mostly political, very few in recent living memory has to do with murder. Crowed looking down from the gallows as the Lords looked over the case. In the defense a man dressed in a formal attire with his hand's chained looked down in defiance. Author who was this man's defendant was trying his best, but the charges seem to be sticking no matter what he says.
"Your lord, We have full forensic evidence proving the fire was not started after the struggle, nor signs that it was my client who had committed the arson in the first place." Author pleaded with the court.
"Mr. Kingsley. That may be the case but evidence suggest and his own testimony out shadows your stance." The High Court Judge said as he leans forward.
"But my Lord… (Slam!)" Before Author could finish the high court Judge slams his gravel down.
"I will hear no more of this rhetoric. I will call a recess before we allow read the verdict." The High court interrupts before standing. He gives a nod for the guards who escorts the man in chains away. Author gives a small sigh as he begins packing his papers. He gives a small sigh as he tried his damnedest to prove his clients innocent but the evidence was stacked against him. As he finishes he turns around only to come face to face with the Nun.
"Cold-Blimy! What the hell are you doing here!" Author asked.
Blake didn't respond, simply holding up a notepad that had the question, "What happened at the lords Mayer's house?"
"That's none of your business Ms." Author said as he begins to walk away. As he does Blake once again approached him with another note.
"It is when I saw this." Blake wrote with a small sketch of a strange symbol.
"What in his majesty name is that supposed to be?" Author asked with a confused look.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Blake wrote much to Authors annoyance. He was about to complain when a stifle voice from beside called out.
"Excuse me, Mr. Kingsley?" A voice called out as a women draped in black approaches. "I'm sorry to ask but what is to become of my husband?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Churchill. There is so much I can do and with the evidence I have at hand." Author said with a sad bow.
"Oh… Mr. Kingsley… with no hyperbolizes… what is to become of my husband? Please be truthful." The woman known as Mrs. Churchill asked.
With a hesitant look, Author reluctantly and bluntly told the truth. "(Sigh) Truth be told… he will hang at dawn if no new evidence appears."
"I see…" Mrs. Churchill said as she lowered her head to hide the tears that were forcing themselves out. As she struggled her eyes turned to a pair of shoes caught her attention. Looking up she see's a small notebook with a question on it.
"Did your husband seen this symbol?" Blake showed with the first question crossed off.
"Ms. I have no idea what has gotten into you, but Mrs. Churchill has been through enough. She mustn't be bother with this pretentious and ru…("Yes he has!")" Before Author could finish the woman's confirmation completely caught him off guard.
"My husband claimed to have seen that symbol on the statue in his office. However when the bobby's inspected creepy thing they found such symbol. Where did you saw it Sister?" Ms. Churchill asked.
"Belladonna. And I saw it burned into the wall. Was very well hidden." Blake explained before Author stepped in.
"Would you excuse me Mrs. Churchill." Author said as he steps in. Pulling Blake aside he then begins to scold her.
"I have no idea what my father-in-law has put you up to but please will you cease this engagement with my client's wife. She does not need this false hope." Author said in a hush tone. Blake gives a scowl and begins writing only for him to swipe it away. "Use your words damn it. You are not under an oath of silence."
Blake tried to grab the notepad back but found that Author was to quick. Annoyed and loosing time as is, she grumbles before grabbing her Scroll. Much to the confusion of the device Blake presented Blake wrote on the screen. "I can't talk. I have no tongue." Right beside it was an emoji of an angry cat.
"I… um sorry I didn't know." Author apologies. He had questions about the strange device but realized his tone had to be addressed.
As he lowered his hand, Blake retrieved the pen and paper before writing. "Not important. Look, last time I saw that symbol strange things happened. Resulting in me loose tongue. Let me help, it might save your client."
Author thought about it. He wasn't exactly sure what to do and he knew his client was innocent. So with a reluctant Sigh he agreed. "(Sigh) Fine suppose it couldn't help. But please don't get Mrs. Churchill hope up. If you can manage that and then answer some questions after mostly about that queer device."
"Later." Blake wrote in her notebook before walking over to Mrs. Churchill. Author rolled his eyes before following.
"Mrs. Churchill. Ms." Before he could finish, Blake bumps his shoulder before pointing out her clothes. "(Sigh) Sister, Belladonna. May prove some assistance in clearing your husband's name. As your councilor I will intervene in certain questions that are sensitive. Just bear with her as she lost her tongue and must resort to parchment for speak."
"I'm sorry sister. I've met with the poor lads at the Royal British Legion rally, who also lost their tongues." Mrs. Churchill said to which Blake polite nods.
"Thanks, but please tell me about this fire." Blake wrote down.
"Well, I was with my husband. We had been invited to the manner only a month ago. I was having tea in the green room when I smelled something burning. I walked on out only to be greeted by the flames." Mrs. Churchill said as she showed her bandaged hands. "I… vaguely recall what happened next. Lord I would love to recall so my husband may be proven innocent but I can't for the love of providence recall."
Seeing her hands tremble Blake quickly writes, "If it's too much you can stop at any time."
"No (Sniff) It's alright." Mrs. Churchill remarks as she wipes away a tear. "We must keep our composer and move forward in trying times such as this."
"Keep calm, and carry on." Blake wrote.
"Why, yes. Exactly. Well said… written Sister." Mrs. Churchill said as she finishes wiping away her tears.
"You mentioned seeing that symbol. Mind telling me where?" Blake wrote.
"That's the thing… I can't." Mrs. Churchill replies much to Blake confusion. Before Blake could put the pen to her paper Author leans and whispers.
"She's suffering from some form of amnesia. Can't recall certain events. Few memories she was able to recall was that her husband pulling her out from the office." Author explains. Blake gives an understanding nod before writing her last question.
"What was the last thing you could remember involving the symbol?" Blake wrote.
It took Mrs. Churchill a few moments before remarking with a chill in her voice. "I recall that statue. Hideously standing before my Husband and the Mayer. There was something in its mouth. A set of fangs. Peering out of the fire that consumed the damnable creation of stone."
Mrs. Churchill begins to tense up with a wide eye of horror. As if she had seen something profoundly unreliable indescribable. Try as she might she could not recall anything beyond that. Seeing that she was clearly horrified despite unable to put what she saw to words, Author intervened on Blakes behalf. "Thank you, Mrs. Churchill. I think that will be all for now."
"Oh, yes Mr. Kingsley. I hope this helps Sister Belladonna." Mrs. Churchill said to which Blake gave a nod. She then wrote down a few words.
"It has. Thank you." Blake wrote.
"I think… I'll see my husband before the sentence is read, if that is alright by you two." Mrs. Churchill said before excusing herself.
"Yes, that will be all. Thank you again." Author said as he allows for Mrs. Churchill to see her husband. Once gone he turns to Blake before remarking. "Just so you know, this information does not leak to the press or I will have you booked Disclosure clause as well as impersonating a Nun Ms. Belladonna."
"I can't talk in the first place." Blake wrote as she gave a sarcastic look. She then wrote down, "What was this statue, Mrs. Churchill was talking about?"
"Technically not a statue. Rather a Gargoyle that was present in the Mayor's office at the time of the fire." Author remarks as he pulls out his pocket watch. Looking at the time he realized the recess was about to end. "Disturbing piece of stone was the only thing to survive. Shame too, sadly I must end our conversation here Ms. Belladonna, doubt you can be any help within the span of a day."
He was about to leave when Blake grabbed his arm. She then held out her notebook, "What about the Gargoyle? Do you have any notes on it?"
"No Ms. Belladonna. It wasn't submitted in as information into the court." Author explains as he removes himself from Blake. "Look, I really need to get back. If you want more information on the damned thing then I would recommend looking into it in the House of Common Library. Probably find information there."
He then rushed off back to the court room. Hoping to God that he could work to save his client from the gallows. Blake stood there for a few moments before taking his word. She travelled through the ancient halls of Parliament. Before a kindly guard pointed her to lower house. She found the library and begun searching its vast collection of ancient tomes. It took her an hour to find a handful of books but the one book she had hoped to find wasn't there. With a sigh she got to work overlooking the files on this stone gargoyle.
It took an additional fifteen minutes to find mention of it. It was originally one of the stones at a structure in Wiltshire County. Stonehenge, many theories as to why it was built, some say it was for ancient pre-Christian religion, others say it was burial to a long-forgotten hero. Blake could care less, as beautiful as some of these runes were none of them helped. After digging a little further, she found that there was one stone. It was the one laying the most north eastern part of the plot. It was referred to as the Heel Stone, Friar's heel, or Sun Stone. Apparently, an evil known as the devil bought the stones from an Irish Cailleach. He had brough the stones to the place but one of stone fell into the Avon River. A Friar who witnessed this poked fun at the evil. Enraged he pulled the stone from the river and tossed it at him. The devil only managed to nick the friars heel but that was all.
As she dug even deeper, she found that around 1666 a large piece of the stone was carved off and delivered to a sculptor. It was to be presented as a gift to King Charles the second. However shortly after finished. A great fire began and for five days London burned. Strangle a man by the name of John Dee had predicted an even a century prior stating that there will be hundreds if not thousands left in ruin of unholy flames. The statue began to move around from place to place. And everywhere it went fire begins to spread. It wasn't till 1698 when Whitehall Palace was burning. Did this curse seem to have stopped? Many theories were out there but the strangest was a folklore about a man by the name of Eric Bacon, a follower of Dee's prophecy had ventured into the fires and put it out using some sort of charm. This of course was difficult to find as there was no Eric Bacon and nobody could recall a thing.
It took Blake five minutes to look through the British historical newspaper archives to find more about it. It seemed after the turn of the century, it passed on to those who enjoy looking into the dark arts. An overweight paper weight for Occultist alike. It wasn't till the blitz of the great war that it began appearing in the news again. German zeppelins burned people's homes to the ground but for some reason always targeted the one with the Gargoyle. It was last march of this year that it was moved to the lord Mayer's house. There it sat undisturbed until the fire that burned down the mayors house. In the news article, Blake found a photo of the gargoyle admittedly she could understand the aversion and discuss to such a thing. Multiple tendrils ran up its side, the wings lacked any kind of webbing, and the face had its jaws wide open with a built-in throat large enough to fit a child's hand down it. The thing was a mixture of bat and raven with something entirely else. As she shudders at the creature her eyes adverted down to strange runes written on the side. ᛏᚻᛖ ᚠᚩᚱᚷᛖᛏᚠᚢᛚ ᚠᛚᚪᛘᛖᛋ ᚩᚠ ᚪᛒᚻᚪᚱᛏᚪᚳᚻ.
Perplex by this she wondered where to find a book on these runes when she noticed the librarian setting aside books and newspaper she quickly caught up with the librarian.
"Pardon, but do you know these symbols?" Blake asked on her paper as she had drawn the symbols on the same page.
"You don't have to write it down Sister, it's a Library but not that quiet of one." The Liberian remarks. Annoyed Blake flipped thought he pages before showing her the same line that she wrote to Author earlier.
"I can't talk. I have no tongue." Blake shows.
"Oh, forgive me Sister. Um what symbols were you referring to?" The Liberian asked as Blake quickly showed they symbols. Looking over the rune it took the old woman a few moments before answering, "Those looked like ancient Anglo-Saxon Rune of the Elder Futhark characters. Not many speak this language. Luckily for you Sister I have dabbled in it before. Just give me a moment to translate."
Blake gives a nod and the Liberian reads the inscription aloud. "The Far… gmtfh…l Flax…es Af Abh… arch? Hmm I believe that's what it says. That would mean the Forgetful flames fire of, however this last line Abharch, it's not an English word. Perhaps Celtic maybe Goidelic but that could take me a while to research."
"Thanks, but what you translated is good enough." Blake wrote before realizing something. She quickly wrote, "I am also looking for a book. I was told it would be here, but I can't find it."
"Oh, what book would that be, Sister?" The librarian asked?
"Necronomicon." Blake wrote.
"Hmm, never heard of that before. I'll look through are archives but it will at most take a day. If that does happen which homestead, should I send a message to?"
Blake gives a nod. She wanted to check on that statue. So, she quickly wrote Authors home address before leaving. She walked through the halls before finding Author standing in the hall. He had pulled out a cigarette and began smoking it when Blake walked up behind him. Tapping him on the shoulder it got his attention.
"Hmm, oh it's you again." Author said before taking a drag. Upon the exhale he asked, "Please tell me you got something. I just managed to get the court to wait a full day. Before they deliver their verdict."
"I think I got something; do you know where the gargoyle is currently?" Blake showed on her notepad.
"Hmm, yes. It's being held in Scotland yard. If it's alright I'd like to accompany you. I got questions of my own. Plus having me around may help getting past the bobbies." Author said as he discards the half-smoked cigarette. Blake gave a nonchalant nod before following him out of parliament. On the streets tries to hail a cab when he continued off.
"So, if I may ask, how did you meet my father in law in the first place. And that strange piece of glass you got carrying with you?" Author asked.
Play "Hound of Tindalos: Cthulhu Mythos Orchestral Horror Music" by Graham plowman - Composer
Blake begins writing down her response when she saw something. In the crowed was a strange figure. She stopped halfway with her writing to see what it was. As Author rambled on about how FEB has been a pain in his side since his wife's passing, Blake focused more on that figure. She couldn't see it visibly through the crowd but it filled her with a sense of terror. Just then it slowly came into the clearing, and much to Blakes horror it wasn't a person; rather a dog. Not just any dog, a monster eerily similar to one she had dreamed about.
The creature was a frail looking beast that moved with a limp yet, showed great strength in its step. Skin pulled tight over its boney exterior. Most of its hair had fallen off, but what was still clinging on was an unhealthy and dirty black shade. The split mouth hung open with a long tongue dragging on the street. And it's eyes. Its horrible red eyes looked around uncaring till they lay upon Blake. Just then it stops, realizing that she could see her as she can see it.
Author had managed to call a cab on over. He opens to door to let Blake in when he noticed her frighten exterior. Confused and a bit worried he called out to her. But his voice carried in the wind. The creature stood there in the middle of the street. People walked by, around, hell even through the creature and yet it remains. Staring back at her. All of Blakes Cynophobia comes rushing in at her like never before. She had always been afraid of dogs, much to Yang's teasing it wasn't a cat thing. But this one. She would rather be stuck in a room filled with Zwei's then approach that creature. She takes one step back and the creature breaks out into a sprint. Blake then raced down the street at full force, much to the confusion of Author.
Blake ran down the streets, with the hideous thing chasing her at every step of the way. She quickly broke through the crowed and raced across the road, avoiding multiple cars by leaping over the hoods or sliding under the bulking vehicles. As it astounds onlookers to see the nimbleness of Blakes skill, she looked behind to see the dog racing through the streets. It passes through the cars as if it wasn't there. Racing onwards she pushed past the crowed and down an alleyway with the beast still following behind her. She had turned the corner only for the creature to lunge out at her. She had no idea how it got ahead but she activated her semblance in time. The creature only managed to chew on her neck for a few short moments before the false Blake vanished.
It crashes into a brick wall as the real Blake climbed a nearby fire escapes. She rushed into the nearest open window. Spotting a door that leads into the hall she takes one step before the floor beneath her crumbles. She falls, silently screaming as a pile of soot and ash cushion her fall. Looking around she found herself in a burnout cellar of some kind. She looked around before spotting a cellar door. She gets up to leave when she heard an ungodly growl. Looking over she sees that dog, horrifically pulls itself out of the corner of the room near the exit. It's bones and flesh made a sickening noise as it cracks and crawls its way through. If Blake could scream, she would. Looking for an alternate escape she sees a small window further away. It's small but she could fit, problem is the glass window.
She pounders to risk running to the door or diving out the window when the dog falls out onto the ground. It lets out a howl as its bones snapped back in place. Without thinking the creature charges forth, Blake evaded the creature and raced to the door. Sliding under it she pushes on it only to find it chained shut from the outside. She curses her luck when a horrible pain is felt in her leg. She lets out a silent anguish scream as she was pulled down. Turning around the dog was ripping into her leg. Tearing away at her tendon. Strangely bypassing her aura in the process as well. She tried to claw her way to safety but the creature pulled her down the stairs. She finally got a grip on one of the stairs. She pulled herself up giving her leeway to kick the dog. With an aura's infused kick, the dog was sent back. She dragged herself to her feet as the hound slowly picked itself up. Looking around Blake noticed some pipes hanging above the dog that gave her a perfect shot at the window. Giving a nervous gulp she flung herself up.
The hound jumps up and bites her torso but this proved to be a fake that Blake used to launch herself towards the window. Midair she pulls Gambol Shroud from its hiding spot. In gun mode she fired off three rounds, weakening the glass and allowing for her to break through. She tumbled a bit before rotating around allowing for her to slide into the opposing wall. She had the gun pointed at the window and was ready to shoot. Yet the creature didn't follow. For a few moments Blake held her weapon out at the window across from her. As she holds the weapon out her faunas' ears beneath the nun veil. Turning around she sees two crippled veterans sharing a smoke.
They were surprise to see a Nun shoot her way out of an abandoned building, but the look of calm and intensity gave them the answer they needed. After a few moments of awkward silence, the one that still had a leg got up using his crutches. He waddles over to Blake and bends down. Undoing a piece of his Puttee he bandages Blakes bleeding leg. As he does, he offers Blake the smoke but she declines it. After a few moments the wound on her leg was patched up as best as the veteran can. He stands up and offers a hand. Blake takes it and pulls herself to her feet. She can feel the anguish in her leg but her aura had already begone to patch it up. She will be able to run like it was nothing. She gives a nod as she puts her weapon away. She then pulls out a Florin and tries to offer it to him but he declined. Giving a nod Blake staggers on but not before turning around and mouthing 'Thanks.'
She had no idea where she ran off too, nor where to go. The hound must have chased her a block or two away from Author. Feeling a bit flustered she made her way through the streets. Walking among the people as she heads straight for the large bell tower that was attached to Parliament. As she made her way through, the crowed begins to bunch up the further she traveled. At first, she thought it was some lunch hour or charity event. But then she hears the sound of fire alarms and panicked murmurs. That's when the sound of screams can be heard. They were faint but she can hear them. Looking over she sees it. An entire building was on fire; however it wasn't a normal fire.
The fire didn't make the same noise like regular fires, rather it was almost like the fires were silent. They didn't crackle or popped like most burning structures do. It was dead silent. After a few moments Blake could hear the sound of voices coming from within the building. They weren't terrified but rather babbling some kind of nonsense. Blake looked around to see when the fire fighters would arrive, but they were struggling to get through the crowed. Realizing that by the time they did those insides would most likely perish, Blake raced towards the flame. If anyone could get them out, it would be her. She wasn't stopped by anyone, and she easily spots an unburn entrances. As she made her way, the bricks finally gave way and she dived in closer to avoid the burning ruble.
Upon picking herself up she found in an empty burning hall. Smoke hit her lungs and she begin to hack and cough. Getting down low she made her way through the burning building, using her Faunas hearing to search up and down the burning building looking for those that were trapped. She wished she had a tongue to call out but she will have to do with her hearing. As she turns a corner, her faunas ears begin to flicker. Words that she could not understood was being whispered all around her in a near demonic like state. 'Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk!'
Blake looked around wondering where those whispers are coming from. As she looks around for where these whispers were originating from. Yet by the sounds of it, they sound like they were coming from the flames itself. As Blake looked around in a bit of a panic from the voices, she heard the unforgettable noise of wood cracking under heat. Looking up she sees the wood giving way and about to collapse down on her. She narrowly avoided the flames rubble, but a piece of ember shot out and brushed her ankle.
She reaches down to rub her wound, however as she does, she notices something off. What was the burning smothering hallway was the basement beneath the building. In her arms was a police constable who was babbling nonsense. Looking around she found many bodies burning under the quiet flames, and across from her was the dreaded gargoyle. It stood tall surrounded by flames. Only one woman kneeled before it. Naked as her clothes and hair were consumed by the fire. She seems to be praying, chanting the same words before the wretched statue. "Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk. Ia mgephaiagl c' ahor lllln'gha. Ia ephaiagl ephaiahna r'luhah. C' lllln'gha nilgh'ri cahf c' ah'bthnk…"
She stopped chanting before turning around. Blakes eyes widen in horror and absolute shock. The womens eyes, they had melted out of her sockets. Her face charred horrible, and the blood in her veins have boiled to the point that they glowed. She looked on at Blake before uttering a single phrase; "Run."
The flames consumed her entire body and an explosion of fire nearly consumed the two. Blake used her Semblance to pull her and the Bobby away. She pulled him through the burning halls of the unfamiliar building. As she races through, she cannot for the life of her recall how she got to the basement. It was like she forgot where she walked off too. However as much as she tried, she put these thoughts aside and focus on escaping this infernal. As she rounds the corner, she finds the flames ever growing and ever destroying the building she was in. The Smoke begin to get to her and she nearly collapsed when she spots a glimmer of hope. A beam of daylight. She races over to the window when a beam crashed down. It caught the Bobby's leg and causes Blake to trip.
Coughing up a bit of blood, Blake could feel her lungs giving out when she turned to help the officer. He looked up at her weakly, with pain in his eyes as the infernal crawled up his leg. He could only mouth off a few words, begging to be saved; "Please… help me…"
Just then the flame latched onto his neck in the most unnatural way. The flame almost had shape, a mixture of a jellyfish and squid. It latched onto his neck, biting it as two tendrils went through the man's ears. In a moment the entire inside of his body was bursting with fire. Blake could only fearfully stare on as the body was rendered to ash with a blink of an eye. The creature now fat from its meal begin slithering towards the panicked Blake. She realized what will happen if it catches her, and she quickly scrambles for the exit.
She was just about to make it to the open window when suddenly the floor beneath her collapses. She would have fallen into the sea of flames if not for her quick thinking. Tossing her weapon at the last second it managed to hook onto something. Even with a broken blade Gamble Shroud still function well as a hook. She dangled above the sea of infernal far below. Looking down her eyes adjusted to the smoke when she saw it. A whole infestation of those… fire fish. They scattered around looking for their next meal when they spotted Blake. They scaled the walls like a sea of infernal. Frightened she hastily climes up the ribbon with those fire fish following her. She had made it to the window and was about to reach it when her weapon came undone. Her life flashes before her eyes as she falls into the infernal, till a hand grabs her.
"Ich habe dich!" a voice called out as Blake dangles from the man's hand. Looking up she can see an older looking man with hazel hair with some white streaks above his ear and piercing blue eyes. He then holds out his other hand before shouting, "Fräulein, hand! Give me your hand!"
She never heard that kind of accent before, but complied. Grabbing the man's hand he pulled her out of the hole and outside. Just as a wave of fire burst out of the window. Nearly scorching the two. Coughing and gasping at the fresh air, the man assisted her away from the building as it comes crashing down in an infernal mess.
Hello everybody, Womba1786 here.
Well, this has gotten remarkable more interesting. Not only do we get more details on the world, but a hint at what is to come. And that dog… I don't recall it being this far south of Baskerville… if it is the Black dog of old Anglo lore that is. Then there is the strange creatures and how did Blake find herself there in the first place? Must be confusing to some and frightening to others. But atlas, this is the end of the chapter, so I'll leave you all to deduce what is going on. And perhaps figure out who this German is?
But for now, let's answer some comments and questions.
From Crimson Weresloth: Yeah… and people wonder why the British prefer the Scots to have their goats and catapults back.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth.
From Carre: 1. No problem
2. He is one of my favorites as well. (Alongside Abraham Lincoln, John Adams, Ludwig von Mises, Julie d'Aubigny, Ulysses S. Grant, Joan Arc, and Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus) He aparantly severed in the 2nd battalion, Grenadier Guards (infantry regiment) for one month's training (December 1915-January 1916); then to command the 6th battalion, Royal Scots Fusiliers (infantry), part of the Ninth (Scottish) Division, 5 January to 16 May 1916. Huh, I didn't know that bit.
3A. Nope, it's only been a few days since the exorcism, she is likely having nightmares of losing her tongue, though that dog could be a foreboding warning that someone else is after her.
3B. Trust me… There be Sea Lion's.
3C. So have I. Was up on the shard with my family, only regret was not having a glass of Bubble. Also, I was in Edinburgh as well. Lovely city and fun adventure. Had a blast touring the UK. Though sadly it was brief tour and there was so much I wanted to see.
3D. Yeah, we don't see much now but soon we will get to know them better. As for the maid… I am tempted to make an ongoing joke. Very tempted.
4. Thanks, Will do.
Thanks for writing Carre.
Well, with that said Please Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down below and I'll reply back. This is Wombag1786 signing off.