<div dir="ltr">That is correct. That is my email. Don't misspell it or else you might get something very very different from your intended results. </div><div class="gmail_extra"> <div class="gmail_quote">On Fri, Jul 18, 2014 at 9:41 PM, Virmir <<a href="mailto:kendo@virmir.com" target="_blank">kendo@virmir.com</a>> wrote: <blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="margin:0 0 0 .8ex;border-left:1px #ccc solid;padding-left:1ex">I think his preferred email is <a href="mailto:dimensional42@gmail.com">dimensional42@gmail.com</a> <div class="HOEnZb"><div class="h5"> On Fri, Jul 18, 2014 at 9:37 PM, christian okane <<a href="mailto:chrisokane@optimum.net">chrisokane@optimum.net</a>> wrote: > Just a small question to be official - what is the email address we would > send stories to? > > > Chris > The Lurking Fox > > > > -----Original Message----- > From: <a href="mailto:mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org">mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org</a> > [mailto:<a href="mailto:mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org">mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org</a>] On Behalf Of Virmir > Sent: Monday, July 14, 2014 10:06 AM > To: christian okane > Cc: Metamor Keep; Jessica Nichols-Vernon > Subject: Re: [Mkguild] MKGuild Digest, Vol 88, Issue 4 > > That is correct! > > He needs to update the submission info page. :) > > On Mon, Jul 14, 2014 at 12:25 AM, christian okane <<a href="mailto:chrisokane@optimum.net">chrisokane@optimum.net</a>> > wrote: >> I thought we decided on Andrew getting the stories from now on? Am I >> right? >> >> >> >> >> >> Chris >> >> The Lurking Fox >> >> >> >> >> >> From: <a href="mailto:mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org">mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org</a> >> [mailto:<a href="mailto:mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org">mkguild-bounces@lists.integral.org</a>] On Behalf Of >> <a href="mailto:kyle.vernon@gmail.com">kyle.vernon@gmail.com</a> >> Sent: Sunday, July 13, 2014 3:16 PM >> To: <a href="mailto:mkguild@lists.integral.org">mkguild@lists.integral.org</a> >> Subject: Re: [Mkguild] MKGuild Digest, Vol 88, Issue 4 >> >> >> >> Question, did we ever figure out who would take over for Virmir? >> >> >> >> On Sat, Jul 12, 2014 at 11:19 PM, <<a href="mailto:mkguild-request@lists.integral.org">mkguild-request@lists.integral.org</a>> >> wrote: >> >> Send MKGuild mailing list submissions to >> <a href="mailto:mkguild@lists.integral.org">mkguild@lists.integral.org</a> >> >> To subscribe or unsubscribe via the World Wide Web, visit >> <a href="http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild" target="_blank">http://lists.integral.org/listinfo/mkguild</a> >> or, via email, send a message with subject or body 'help' to >> <a href="mailto:mkguild-request@lists.integral.org">mkguild-request@lists.integral.org</a> >> >> You can reach the person managing the list at >> <a href="mailto:mkguild-owner@lists.integral.org">mkguild-owner@lists.integral.org</a> >> >> When replying, please edit your Subject line so it is more specific >> than "Re: Contents of MKGuild digest..." >> >> >> Today's Topics: >> >> 1. Experiencing the Dawn part 3 - the final part (christian okane) >> >> >> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- >> >> Message: 1 >> Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 22:57:50 -0400 >> From: christian okane <<a href="mailto:chrisokane@optimum.net">chrisokane@optimum.net</a>> >> To: <a href="mailto:mkguild@lists.integral.org">mkguild@lists.integral.org</a> >> Cc: 'Furry Literature ML' <<a href="mailto:furry-lit@lists.integral.org">furry-lit@lists.integral.org</a>> >> Subject: [Mkguild] Experiencing the Dawn part 3 - the final part >> Message-ID: <000001cf9e46$3c3cf180$b4b6d480$@net> >> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >> >> >> >> Here is third and final part of Experiencing the Dawn. Some questions >> are answered but yet others are raised. And it does end in a cliffhanger. >> >> >> >> >> >> Chris >> >> The Lurking Fox >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> The arrival of Father Philip Guthrey into the office of Cardinal >> Antione Bertu was something of an anticlimax. No being stunned and >> dragged, wrapped in chains. He was simply shown into the room with >> only Marchel as his escort. >> >> >> >> The man himself was of middling height and his black hair that was >> cut short as dictated by the rules of his order. His clothing was the >> black robes of a priest. The only sign of color was his white collar. >> He tried to hold himself with a calm bearing of one in full control, >> But that calm was only skin deep, His mind was in turmoil of questions >> and confusion. He had expected to eventually be brought before the >> cardinal at some point. he had not expected his reception to be so . . . > firm. There had been no choice. >> He could go quietly or have the entire church and congregation >> dissolve into a riot. Guthrey wanted many things but hurting innocent >> people was not among them. His escorts had been calm and correct but >> had remained silent for the entire trip. >> >> >> >> To greet him was the cardinal who was standing as still as stone >> behind the desk. His face was cold and devoid of emotion, like the >> statues that festooned the exterior of many churches. >> >> >> >> Marchel bowed to the cardinal. "Father Guthrey is here as you >> requested your Eminence." >> >> >> >> The cardinal gave a nod of the head. "Thank you. You are dismissed. >> Please leave the two of us alone." >> >> >> >> >> >> ******************** >> >> >> >> >> >> Salona cocked her head to one side. "You're taking me where?" >> >> >> >> "A little trip into the sylvan mountains," Carlisle explained. "I >> think we both need time away from the guild to just relax and talk." >> >> >> >> A short carriage ride took them out of the city and to the south. >> Soon they were deposited on a small side road that lead towards the >> Sylvan mountains that loomed up ahead. >> >> >> >> She stood in front of a large field that was filled with new wheat >> that was barely knee high and was slowly rippling in the breeze. The >> only sign of civilization was a small group of farm buildings off in the > far distance. >> >> >> >> "There used to be a farming estate here with a large villa. It was >> home to over two hundred people. At least it's still farmland." >> >> >> >> They skirted past several houses and a farm and soon left the >> cultivated fields and orchards behind as the ground started to rise. >> Looming up over them was the tall, glowering Sylvan mountains. >> >> >> >> The path in front of them led up the mountainside switching back >> and forth as it climbed higher. Carlisle paused a moment and checked >> the quiver of arrows on his back. Then he calmly strung his bow. >> >> >> >> "Expecting trouble from mountain raiders?" Salona asked. >> >> >> >> "No but I'm not taking any chances," he answered. >> >> >> >> "The mountain folk are still causing trouble?" She asked with an >> amused tone in her voice. >> >> >> >> "No one has conquered them," he said. "Not for lack of trying. The >> Dukes have attacked several times but failed. But they at least broke >> them of the habit raiding and pillaging us lowlanders." >> >> >> >> "That is an impressive feat!" She said. >> >> >> >> "They do come down to trade occasionally," the mage said. "But >> mostly they keep to themselves. I'm not worried about the mountain >> people. Them I can handle. There are things in these mountains far >> more dangerous than temperamental humans." >> >> >> >> "I am well able to defend myself." Salona responded, sounding >> mildly insulted. >> >> >> >> "You are one of three known surviving automatons in the world and >> are very valuable. There are many who would dearly like to take >> possession of you regardless of what you want. Also many are not happy >> with your being revived," he said calmly as he slung his bow over his > shoulders. >> >> >> >> "I'm not sure I am happy with it either," she said honestly. >> >> >> >> "You were in limbo for over five hundred years," Carlisle >> countered. "No one or nothing deserves that type of cruelty. I'm glad you > are back." >> >> >> >> Salona was silent for a moment. "Thank you." >> >> >> >> >> >> ************************ >> >> >> >> >> >> Both the cardinal and Father Guthrey remained quiet as Marchel left >> the room. The oak door closed behind him with a solid sounding thump. >> >> >> >> Silence filled the room. The father stood quietly and waited for >> the cardinal to speak and the elder cleric remained silent. >> >> >> >> "Father Philip Guthrey." The cardinal said slowly. Finally breaking >> the silence. >> >> >> >> "Your Eminence." the priest said and bowed. >> >> >> >> Bertu gave the man a nod of the head. He picked the letter from off >> the desk. "I received your letter. You did not hesitate to state your >> feelings about Salona." >> >> >> >> "I am not alone. I was simply stating the feelings of many people," >> Guthrey responded nervously. >> >> >> >> "Every living creature has a right to live and be happy but >> technically she is not a flesh and blood creature and therefore not >> living," the cardinal said calmly. "But Salona is mobile and can >> obviously think. She could be called living - sort of. She most certainly > does have a soul." >> >> >> >> "I do not argue that point your Eminence," the priest countered. >> "What appalls me is that soul was ripped from its Creator-given shell >> and planted into another. A false counterfeit of a flesh and blood life." >> >> >> >> The cardinal glowered at the younger man. "I can understand your >> feelings on this but what I don't understand and will NOT allow is your > agitation. >> First you loudly railed against the cursed folk of Metamor and now you >> are agitating against the automatons. I can understand your feeling >> troubled over those. Both are difficult issues that must be considered >> carefully. But you have used phrases like 'demons to be cleansed.' and >> I have even heard you talk of a crusade." There was anger and disgust >> in the man's voice. We cannot afford such public displays," the >> cardinal said harshly. "We cannot allow such agitation. Marigund has >> seen too much of it in the past. You will behave yourself from now on," > the cardinal ordered. "Father Larbourne." >> >> >> >> The priest opened his mouth to respond as his face filled with anger. >> Then surprise replaced the anger. "What did you call me?" >> >> >> >> "Father Franklyn Larbourne," the cardinal answered simply and in >> clipped words. >> >> >> >> That earned the cardinal several moments of confused silence and a >> puzzled look on the man's face. >> >> >> >> The cardinal gave a faint, wry smile. "Have you read Mister Rouis >> Mountbaun's book?" Bertu said coldly. >> >> >> >> "I have read the Canticles and the prayer book," was the younger >> priest's cautious answer. >> >> >> >> The cardinal nodded and sighed. "I thought so." He pushed a black, >> leather bound book across the desk. >> >> >> >> Guthrey picked up the book and examined it. On the cover in white >> lettering was the title "The Burning. A History of the Marigund Civil >> War by Rouis Mountbaun." >> >> >> >> "Read it," the cardinal ordered. "Perhaps it will teach you how to >> speak wisely and not loudly." >> >> >> >> >> >> ************************ >> >> >> >> >> >> The lower slopes were heavily cultivated and as they walked the two >> passed groves of trees interspersed with fields of grazing sheep. As >> they made their way upward the path grew steeper. The meadows and >> groves gradually thinned out, replaced by true forest until all trace >> of civilization was gone. All that remained was the forest around them >> and the trees that crowded close to the trail. >> >> >> >> Salona kept climbing the path with the steady, untiring precision >> of a machine but Carlisle had to stop every so often to catch his >> breath. Finally the path leveled out into a small level area on the steep > mountainside. >> >> >> >> "They say from up here you can see the whole country," the man sat >> down on a large flat rock. >> >> >> >> Carlisle rested his back against a rock and stared down the > mountainside. >> Laid out below them was the fields and farmlands of the country. In >> the distance was the gray/brown shape of the city itself. Beyond that >> was the looming, green mass of Tol Doron. Even at this distance the >> ancient forest looked foreboding. >> >> >> >> "You can," the feline answered delightedly. Her eyes sparkled with >> excitement. "It's a spectacular view!" >> >> >> >> "I have always loved this view," Carlisle said. "I proposed to Gina >> up here." >> >> >> >> "From up here I can see the changes time has wrought," Salona said >> calmly. "Towns and cities gone and farms and fields reclaimed by the >> wilds they were taken from." >> >> >> >> "Things are always changing," the man said. "The one constant is > change." >> >> >> >> He turned to the metal feline. "Who are you Salona? We know what >> you are physically but what is the soul inside like?" >> >> >> >> She didn't answer immediately but kept staring at the world below. >> "Who am I?" she asked in a whisper. "That's an excellent question." >> There was a long moment of awkward silence. "I don't know anymore. I'm >> lost in a world that has passed me by and is strange to me." >> >> >> >> "Madog is still here," Carlisle responded and leaned close to her. >> "And you will always have a home at the guild." >> >> >> >> "Thank you," she said simply. >> >> >> >> "Watching you experience things for the first time has been a true >> epiphany for me," Carlisle said. "It's like seeing the world for the >> first time. I am seeing old things in new ways and new things in old > ways." >> >> >> >> "What will happen to me?" She asked in a somber tone. >> >> >> >> "I am not sure. Technically you were the property of the Guild. We >> are listing you as a guest, but that's only till we can make you an >> official member," the man responded. "There is a huge debate going on >> about exactly what to do." >> >> >> >> The feline gave a low growl. "There is always such a debate. >> Usually it all ends with killing, burning and destroying." >> >> >> >> "You are safe with the guild," he said firmly. "We will never allow >> anyone to take you apart ever again. But we must tread carefully. >> Everyone is stumbling around in undiscovered country here. No one >> knows exactly how to handle this." >> >> >> >> "So we aren't up to the smashing and killing phase yet?" Salona >> commented sarcastically. >> >> >> >> "No. Hopefully we'll avoid all that. Marigund has already had too >> much of that in the past." He was silent a moment as he looked at the >> world spread out below them. "I have received several requests for >> private audiences with you," Carlisle said slowly. >> >> >> >> "To be expected," Salona answered in a bored tone. "Some self >> important person." >> >> >> >> "The king himself has asked to meet you," the man answered in >> clipped tones. "And he is a man I hold in high regard." >> >> >> >> "I have met too many leaders to hold any in high regard," the >> automaton shot back "But you I do trust." >> >> >> >> The man smiled. "Thank you Salona. He is not a self important >> noble. I have met many of those myself. Alfred is ruler of this land >> and we must gain his trust and support if we are all to survive." >> >> >> >> "Could he destroy me and the guild if he wanted?" The feline asked. >> >> >> >> The man shrugged. "I am not sure. But I'd rather not find out." >> >> >> >> Salona nodded her head slowly. "I am all too well aware of how the >> game of politics is played. Unless the rules have changed." >> >> >> >> Carlisle shook his head. "No it's done the same as in the empire days. >> There is lot less of the torturing and slaughtering of whole families." >> >> >> >> She gave a growl of amusement. "I guess that is an improvement." >> >> >> >> He gazed at her intently and with a seriously look. "We need to >> cultivate allies and Alfred has always been a friend of the guild." >> >> >> >> "All right," she said. "I'll meet him. Who else desires a private >> audience?" >> >> >> >> "Three people you've met already," he answered. "Cardinal Bertu, >> Bishop Harson and Rabbi Arstein all wish to meet with you." >> >> >> >> "What of the Lightbringer priestess?" Salona sarcastically, showing >> her teeth in a growl. >> >> >> >> "She sent a long list of questions but has kept her distance," >> Carlisle responded. "But that is not surprising. When we first showed >> them your culua she was hit with a bolt of light that knocked her >> twenty two feet across the room." >> >> >> >> "I don't like her kind," she growled. >> >> >> >> "So Madog informed us. He also told us why," the man said solemnly. >> "Lady Delminie is a good person at heart. She has good bones as my >> father would say. Very dedicated to protecting her people. You must >> meet with her at some point." >> >> >> >> "Someday perhaps," she answered. "But not soon. I want to gain the >> measure of that female first." >> >> >> >> "I think she wants to gain a measure of who and what you are too >> before even attempting a meeting. I understand how you feel about the >> Lightbringers. But high priestess Delminie is the leader of all >> Lightbringers in the Outer Midlands. As such there are hundreds of >> thousands who follow her command. She is someone we cannot afford to >> make enemy out of." >> >> >> >> "She is already my enemy," she answered flatly. >> >> >> >> "No," He said with more anger then he had intended. "She is not our >> enemy but if we are not careful she can be. You cannot compare the >> Lothanasi of the past with those of today. Five centuries has passed >> and great changes have occurred. Both to the people and to the >> Lothanasi itself. But do not misunderstand. King Alfred might not be >> able to destroy the guild but the Ecclesia and the Lightbringers could." >> >> >> >> The feline leaned close. "Could but will they?" >> >> >> >> "I do not know," the mage answered honestly. "It's plain that they >> don't know either. Yet." He sighed deeply. "What we do and how we act >> will affect automata for centuries. This can either be the rebirth of >> Automaton magic or its destruction." >> >> >> >> "I will not let myself be taken apart again," Salona snarled. >> >> >> >> He placed an arm around the felines shoulders. "Salona my friend. I >> will not let them destroy but things aren't that bad. We must move and >> act carefully until we can consolidate our position." >> >> >> >> "What happens if we do gain the ability to live here," she asked. >> "What happens then?" >> >> >> >> "We recover what knowledge that we can and relearn what we can't >> recover," Carlisle explained. "And we make sure that knowledge will >> never be lost again. That objective was, is and will remain the >> Guild's primary goal." >> >> >> >> Suddenly Carlisle stiffened and cursed loudly in several languages. >> >> >> >> "What's wrong?" Salona curled her lips in a snarl and looked around >> for any trouble. >> >> >> >> "Something just tripped wards and alarms back in Guild hall," the >> mage answered. "Someone is trying to break into the Automaton department!" >> >> >> >> She looked down towards the city and using her magically enhanced >> sight soon found the Guild's property. It wasn't too hard as a pillar >> of blue, green and black smoke was starting to billow up from one part. >> >> >> >> >> >> **************** >> >> >> >> >> >> The jewelry market was busy today. Everywhere the booths and stalls >> were filled with merchants trying to sell their wares. Misha and >> Caroline made their way through the crowd but quickly became the >> center of attention. Word had spread that not only was the fox a >> Brightleaf (a wealthy family) but was also rich and spent his coins >> freely. This meant that every merchant within range was trying to >> convince the Brightleaf of the wonders of their own merchandise. >> >> >> >> Misha paused at one of the vendors' booths. The simple structure >> held a wide variety of jewelry. He picked up a silver cross inlaid >> with bits of what could have been jade. "Drift would have liked this." >> >> >> >> Madog raced up to them and danced excitedly in a circle around >> before coming to a halt in front of Misha. 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