The Infultration of GRD

Being the tale of Agent Fred Art Smither (F.A.S.) and his infultration of GRD.

SCENE TWO Act 1 The Quest for the test.

Our Agent approaches GRD once again to attempt to pass the test he has heard of. A group of guardsmen are bashing merry hell out of eachother for no apparent reason.

"Fred Art Smither: HaiL I seek John McLear"
"Ntankan: *Nods*"
"Ahmed Ibn Fadlan: Thank you Alric"
"Ethander : 'im not here lad" (Editor:Same guy? maybe its all one guy with like 150 accounts?)
"Alric: *nods*"
"Ntankan: It wont hurt him chopping anyway."
"Ntankan: *Smiles*"
"Jhakog: Indeed not."
"Jhakog: *Smiles*"
"Ethander : *swaggers*"
"Fred Art Smither: I hath been fishing for GRD and bring supplys"
"Ethander : Please we are guardsmen"
"Fred Art Smither: I have spoken to the Father."
"Fred Art Smither: I wish to join thine guild he hath said I may once the trouble with thine stone is fix"
"Katherine: Aye"
"Fred Art Smither: until then I am to learn thy ways"
"Ntankan: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Follow me recruit."
"Fred Art Smither: and introduce mineself to thee and thine"
"Jhakog: Lad!"
"Katherine: Follow the marksman"
"Katherine: he'll see thee right"
"Jhakog: Hmm..."
"Jhakog: seems he's a bit deaf."
"Fred Art Smither: aye thank ee maam"
"Albert Flexer: *Laughs*"
"Katherine: nay worry"
"Jhakog: can we have deaf people as trainees?" (Editor: well they sure got a lot of  DUMB guys so why not?)
"Jhakog: follow me."
"Fred Art Smither: aye"
"Katherine: Who did this outrage!!"
"Chrimson Flay: A Wytch" (Editor:Meph been back then?)
"Jhakog: Right."
"Fred Art Smither: Aye?"
"Jhakog: So ye're here to join The Guardsmen Militia?"
"Fred Art Smither: Aye sire"
"Jhakog: Ye want to be a fisher or a guardsman?"
"Fred Art Smither: ahhh sire RL interuppts"
"Fred Art Smither: A gaurdsman"
"Fred Art Smither: one moment sire"
"Jhakog: (This is roleplaying!!......Don't say words like lol, RL or anything like that)" (Editor: Oh ffs!)
"Fred Art Smither: sorry sire I am backeth" (Editor:Hmm dodges idea that, suffix every word with ETH.. seems to work)
"Fred Art Smither: what should I use for interuuptions?"
"Jhakog: (next time say that you have to sleep....no RL, lol, :) or other things." (editor:if this gets any more dull I WILL go to sleep)
"Fred Art Smither: *nods*" (Editor:so that macros working!)
"Jhakog: Right."
"Jhakog: Have ye read the tome?"
"Jhakog: (tome = homepage)"
"Fred Art Smither: I have just begun sire last eve"
"Jhakog: so ye have read it?"
"Fred Art Smither: some sire"
"Fred Art Smither: not all"
"Jhakog: Okay, ye think ye can pass the test now?"
"Jhakog: I expect ye to know the tome as well as yer own arse." (Editor:Okay thats it! "KAM!! BRING THE VANQ!!!)
"Fred Art Smither: nay sire I shalt need more studying"
"Jhakog: Right."
"Fred Art Smither: *blushes*"
"Jhakog: Give me yer pigeon number....and message me when ye are ready to complete the test."
"Fred Art Smither: Indeed"
"Fred Art Smither: aye sir"
"Fred Art Smither: 70280019" (Editor:Pigeon flipping Pigeon nay KAM!!! Bring the Shotgun!)
"Jhakog: Right."
"Fred Art Smither: I shall read and learn"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: G'day." (Editor: Chinese , Australian they have it all don't they)
"Fred Art Smither: my education is poor but mayhap I will succeed"
"Fred Art Smither: G'day"

Scene two Act Two    The Test

Ok after looking at the HUGE set of rules and deciding no way is he going to learn that, Fred returns knowing nothing much about the tome except a few pages he's dumped out and pinned to the wall. As far as proving  he has 50% hiding, when he has 2.3% well that long beard is handy as no one will see him slip on his necklace of invisibility. 

"Fred Art Smither: Evening Sire"
"garret: hi"
"garret: you ok"
"Fred Art Smither: I must go Sire... I have a meeting to attend at stone keep"
"garret: ok" (Editor: Sorry Gar mate.. pressing secret agent stuff)
"Fred Art Smither: Greets!" (Editor:read that one in the tome)
"Alric: Hail"
"Cervantes: Greets"
"Alric: who be you?"
"Fred Art Smither: I dost seek the MarksMan"
"Cervantes: hmm"
"Alric: what marksman?"
"Cervantes: What marksman?"
"Alric: there be many marksmen"
"Cervantes: true"
"Fred Art Smither: Ah apologies I be new to these parts"
"Cervantes: *smiles*"
"Cervantes: Nay problem"
"Alric: *nods*"
"Fred Art Smither: I be seeking one for the test"
"Cervantes: Ahaaaaa"
"Alric: ye be a new recruit?"
"Cervantes: *looks around*"
"Fred Art Smither: Hopefully my friend"
"Alric: *nods*"
"Alric: i will try to find one"
"Cervantes: Hail"
"Cervantes: Have ye payed tax?"
": a magic necklace" (editor:just checking its still there)
"Fred Art Smither: *stokes beard*"
"Alric: sir jhakog"
"Jhakog: Aye?"
"Alric: this man here"
"Jhakog: ah."
"Jhakog: Right."
"Jhakog: Follow me, lad."
"Fred Art Smither: Aye"
"Jhakog: Right."
"Jhakog: Ye have now read the tome?"
"Fred Art Smither: aye sire" (editor: ok a down right lie and I've decided I'm gonna mix up me answers and see how they handle folk when they fail the test)
"Fred Art Smither: *strokes beard nervously*"
"Jhakog: Okay."
"Jhakog: How many divisions are there?"
"Fred Art Smither: I know not that sir" (editor: actually I do there are 5 its there pinned to me wall)
"Jhakog: Okay."
"Fred Art Smither: cannot recall seeing it"
"Jhakog: Right."
"Jhakog: Ye know what the job of a trainee is?"
"Fred Art Smither: I believe so yes"
"Jhakog: it is?"
"Fred Art Smither: control" (editor: proceeds to quote guard rules not trainees)
"Fred Art Smither: order in the yew area"
"Jhakog: Well....thass more the guard in general." (editor:*really*?)
"Fred Art Smither: 'tis what I aspire to sir"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Well.."
"Jhakog: a trainee should do anything his superiors ask..."
"Jhakog: such as clean his boots, get arrows." (editor: so like when he says get arrows do I make like John and grab a spear? [see act one])
"Fred Art Smither: aye"
"Jhakog: and other things as well."
"Fred Art Smither: as trainee it is expected aye"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Right..."
"Jhakog: *Thinks*"
"Jhakog: Ye know any divisions?"
"Fred Art Smither: sire I hat brung food for the militia" (editor:bribery drops 1476 fish steaks on the table....)
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Fred Art Smither: aye the corsairs rule the waves sir" (editor:okay better give 1 right answer.)
"Jhakog: Indeed they do."
"Jhakog: Ye know what the prefered weapon of a marksman is?" (editor: wow now thats a hard one lets think AK47?)
"Fred Art Smither: 'tis john told me last eve"
"Fred Art Smither: the bow?"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: *Smiles*"
"Fred Art Smither: tis a noble division the marksman"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Indeed."
"Fred Art Smither: I hath used a bow as a child sir"
"Jhakog: *Smiles*"
"Fred Art Smither: tho my skill is poor"
"Jhakog: I'm glad to hear ye did."
"Fred Art Smither: mine father"
"Fred Art Smither: he chastised me for shooting fish sir"
"Jhakog: *Smiles*"
"Fred Art Smither: he prefereth the rod"
"Jhakog: *Nod*"
"Jhakog: Okay."
"Jhakog: Ye know any orders?" (editor ok lets misquote some more stuff here.)
"Fred Art Smither: stick togehter"
"Fred Art Smither: no horses"
"Jhakog: Hmm.."
"Fred Art Smither: no kill innocents"
"Jhakog: Thass nay what I meant."
"Fred Art Smither: oh"
"Jhakog: Militia orders."
"Fred Art Smither: no looting?"
"Fred Art Smither: if someone"
"Fred Art Smither: breaks rules yell"
"Jhakog: What would ye do if I said:""In The Name of The Virtues""?" (editor: probably look at you funny?)
"Fred Art Smither: ah sir I know not"
"Fred Art Smither: mayhap I missed parT on the library"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Okay."
"Jhakog: Well.."
"Jhakog: I'll let ye pass." (editor; WTF? these guys are so lame!)
"Jhakog: But read it again."
"Fred Art Smither: Thank Yee SIR!"
"Fred Art Smither: Aye I will learn it all" (Editor: Lies all lies!)
"Jhakog: read it again carefully."
"Fred Art Smither: I shalt"
"Jhakog: Good."
"Fred Art Smither: and mayhap learn from my fellows"
"Jhakog: I'll tell Jenny to add ye."
"Fred Art Smither: I fished last day"
"Fred Art Smither: as the farther requested"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Fred Art Smither: I paid a fellow to cook them for me tho"
"Fred Art Smither: as my cooking is poor sir"
"Jhakog: *Nods*"
"Jhakog: Hmm..."
"Jhakog: Jenny, can't come right now." (editor: ahh the missing guild mistress)
"Fred Art Smither: ah sir"
"Fred Art Smither: I hath heard she is missing"
"Jhakog: I have to go now."
"Jhakog: Farewell." 

with that Jhakog vanishes! and Fred decides to go hassle the militia with his new status.

"Christof Rann: *looks for trainees*"
"Christof Rann: *looks for trainees*"
"Christof Rann: grr there is nay any about"
"Christof Rann: do ye have pigeon?"
"Fred Art Smither: Hail"
"Christof Rann: hail"
"Christof Rann: do ye?"
"Fred Art Smither: I be trainee"
"Christof Rann: ye want to join this guild?"
"Christof Rann: pardon lad?"
"Fred Art Smither: I hath passed ye test"
"Fred Art Smither: jhakon passed me"
"Fred Art Smither: *strokes beard nervously*"
"Christof Rann: speak to a higher rank"
"Christof Rann: go north"
"Christof Rann: a small bit"
"Christof Rann: okay"
"Fred Art Smither: aye I hath pigeoned drakan"
"Malak Krond: Sir i do not feel like a two man hunting party is a good thing" (editor:Chicken!! here follow me to Mephistons mystery tours mate! nah better not *bites tongue*)
"Christof Rann: aye"
"Christof Rann: do ye have pigeon?"
"Malak Krond: To good poability to get bashed"
"Christof Rann: do ye have pigeon?"
"Christof Rann: if ye get ye tiitle ye can come too"
"Malak Krond: 40268296"
"Fred Art Smither: food sir"
"Christof Rann: thank ye"
"Christof Rann: okay"
"Malak Krond: 40268296"
"Malak Krond: 40268296"
"Fred Art Smither: I hast better go study the tome more"
"Fred Art Smither: with your leave sir"
"Christof Rann: one second please"
"Malak Krond: 40268296"
"Malak Krond: Ye got it.."
"Christof Rann: aye are ye"
"Malak Krond: Speedy one that pigon.."
"Christof Rann: a Rouge"
"Malak Krond: Aye"
"Christof Rann: hmm....."
"Christof Rann: wait here"
"Malak Krond: and a nasty one.."
"Fred Art Smither: can I go?" *after waiting for some stupid sargent for like 3 minutes*
"Malak Krond: I think so..."
"Fred Art Smither: thanks"

well so far so easy....

End Scene two