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| In The Beginning . . . | |||||||||||||||||
| . . . there was a snot-nosed Kid. | And the Kid saith unto the Captain . . . | ||||||||||||||||
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The following is a narration from Captain Damask I was hanging out one night in College Park, Maryland, with a bunch of friends. Yes, I do have friends. No, I didn't have to draft them. Anyway, I was wearing a bracer from the Ren-Fest, and this annoying kid comes up to me. Immediately I smelled trouble -- serious peskiness. |
He asked, 'Are you an archer? Because me and my mercenary company, we need archers. We blow things up too. Did I mention that I'm the captain of a top secret mercenary unit? You can join. We need archers.' Remember, I've never seen this kid before in my LIFE. If his company was really so *very* sub rosa, would he invite me a complete stranger to join? Oh, OBVIOUSLY his top-secret intelligence units had scoped me out beforehand and evaluated me. | ||||||||||||||||
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I analyzed the situation tactically, and realized there was only one way to get out of it. 'Sorry. I'm already in a mercenary troupe.' 'You ARE?' His jaw dropped about three feet. 'But . . . but . . . who?' 'Oh, you know. Hawk's Riders. Out of Blacksburg.' He seemed to recover his composure somewhat at that, and laughed nervously. 'Oh yeah, I've heard of you. You guys are good.' I graciously accepted the compliment, smiled, and walked away sniggering. I relayed the whole amusing story the next day over e-mail to a few of my friends. We all had a good laugh, and I remarked wistfully, 'You know, I sure would like to show up with a 'troupe'. It would scare the hell out of that kid.' Never say things like that unless you mean it. Katana Boy (soon to become Dalamar Katana the Bastard) jumped on the suggestion, and a few furious e-mail conversations ensued. A month later, the Ravens (newly renamed -- nobody really liked 'Hawk's Riders') took wing for DC. We did indeed stop by College Park, but there was no snot-nosed kid to be found. Ah well, hope springs eternal. Patience, my children . . . | |||||||||||||||||
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