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[EM Fiction] Thanksgiving Part 2: The King is Dead-ish. (Charlotte Christianson)

Discussion in 'UO Baja' started by WarderDragon, Nov 30, 2011.

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    The King is Dead-ish
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    Lady Charlotte Christianson immediately regretted not taking any “medicine” when she saw the cross-eyed buffoon had wandered over to her table. Tias excitedly asked if she had received his note. Through clenched teeth, Charlotte demanded an explanation.

    After a long and excruciatingly painful exchange, Charlotte realized that someone masquerading as Lord British had tricked Tias into waking her up every morning. Tias described “Lord British” as being very pale and having dark armor…except for a shirt, which he never wore. Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. She began the difficult task of trying to explain why he could not possibly be Lord British.

    Charlotte soon became furious because, regardless of anything she said, Tias was convinced that the shirtless one was, in fact, Lord British.

    Finally she snapped, yelling “LORD BRITISH IS DEAD!”

    Tias shrugged before walking away.