Author: Audumla

8 December 2007, On the grounds of the Barton Trust

Jimmy Barton walked in the back 40 with his dog, Spike. It was early evening and the time was coming to head back to the house to help Momma with supper. As he ambled through the late afternoon sun, he rounded the outcropping at the top of the hill and headed down toward the house, passing the small repeater tower that had gone up during the summer.

Having always been sensitive to the way things were built on the land, he marvelled at how neatly the site had been erected and how the crew had gone to the trouble of protecting the nearby trees from the machinery. The small commnucations tower was topped with a few small dishes and a transmitter array. all of which barely cleared the treetops. The signon the fence said "Property: Milestone Communications Corp. No Trespassing."

Jimmy smiled a little bit to himself as he wandered by, Spike close. Fred, the maintenance guy for the tower, would be stopping by in a few days to do his monthly check on the facility. Jimmy waited anxiously for the monthly checks because it was a great time to go down to Lebanon and have a few beers, catch up on the gossip, and drum up some girly action.

15 December 2007, Posted in the Elysium

((In her hand, printed neatly))

This notice is to make it known to all that unfamiliar kindred seen in the City of Manchester are to be detained, questioned, and brought before me. Those unwilling to do so, should be convinced of the value of changing their minds or should be staked and presented anyway.

Fursa Hand-Seinn, Prince

((Her mark and the fancy seal below that))