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<blockquote data-quote="GnomeWorks" data-source="post: 82454" data-attributes="member: 162">Kessel GnomeWorks slowly enters his large hall, looking as exhausted as he felt.&nbsp; He winds his way through the room to his black leather chair, and lands in it.&nbsp; He then turns it, so that he can better look out the large windows over his vast technological empire.&quot;Well, we have done well, I'd say.&quot; He mutters to himself. &quot;We have managed to keep the disease out of the Lortmils.&quot;He turns towards the desk, sighing.&nbsp; He then goes over the map one more time.&quot;We have lost the Iron League... most of the Eastern League is gone... all that is left is Chauntosbergen, and the Lortmils.&quot;Kessel glances at the map, then burrows through his left sleeve.&nbsp; When he pulls it back it, it is holding the Ace of Diamonds.&quot;Well, we should have taken you out long ago.&nbsp; You're pointless to have hidden up there, now.&quot; He says, and lets the card drop onto the desk.&nbsp; It floats down casually, to cover the Pomarj.&quot;Hmm... what else do we have here?&quot; He muses, continuing to dig through his sleeve. He pulls out his small hand once more, and examines the Ace of Spades.&nbsp; He looks it over careful, determining it's usefulness.&nbsp; As he examines it, he begins to hold it with both hands, endlessly turning it, beholding the beauty of the curves of the edges of the card, the designs on its back.&quot;Always a wild one, you were.&nbsp; Untrustworthy.&quot; Kessel speaks with no expression. &quot;However, now is a desperate time.&nbsp; Even those we do not trust must be called into service, to stop what is before us.&quot;He looks at it edgewise, and with a flick of his wrist, it sails out beyond the desk in a circular motion.&nbsp; It comes back quickly, to rest neatly upon a stack of cards, which is not as thick as it should be.&nbsp; It is a perfect, pearly white, and appears to have never been used.Kessel looks at it. &quot;So be it.&quot; He mutters.The telephone on his desk rings suddenly with loud impertinance. &quot;Damn thing,&quot; He curses, and lifts it with as much violence as his tiny frame can muster. &quot;Yes? ... Certainly. ... Now?&nbsp; Right... ... Of course I can... ... Why can't... ... Alright!&quot; He slams the phone down in disgust.&quot;Damn scientists.&nbsp; Always needing supervision.&nbsp; I am certainly interested in their progress, but why can't I read about it in Discover like everyone else does?&quot; As he hops down from his chair, a single card drops from his sleeve down onto the floor. &quot;Oh, dear - can't lose that one, now, can we?&quot; He says, and bends over to pick it up.&nbsp; He dusts it off lightly, and replaces it back into his sleeve - without examining it's face.Kessel whistles a lively tune, kicks his desk, and walks over to the door.&nbsp; He proceeds to jump up and open it, and walk through it, slamming it behind him with much force.And once more, all is quiet and dark in the hall of the one called Kessel GnomeWorks.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GnomeWorks, post: 82454, member: 162"] Kessel GnomeWorks slowly enters his large hall, looking as exhausted as he felt. He winds his way through the room to his black leather chair, and lands in it. He then turns it, so that he can better look out the large windows over his vast technological empire. "Well, we have done well, I'd say." He mutters to himself. "We have managed to keep the disease out of the Lortmils." He turns towards the desk, sighing. He then goes over the map one more time. "We have lost the Iron League... most of the Eastern League is gone... all that is left is Chauntosbergen, and the Lortmils." Kessel glances at the map, then burrows through his left sleeve. When he pulls it back it, it is holding the Ace of Diamonds. "Well, we should have taken you out long ago. You're pointless to have hidden up there, now." He says, and lets the card drop onto the desk. It floats down casually, to cover the Pomarj. "Hmm... what else do we have here?" He muses, continuing to dig through his sleeve. He pulls out his small hand once more, and examines the Ace of Spades. He looks it over careful, determining it's usefulness. As he examines it, he begins to hold it with both hands, endlessly turning it, beholding the beauty of the curves of the edges of the card, the designs on its back. "Always a wild one, you were. Untrustworthy." Kessel speaks with no expression. "However, now is a desperate time. Even those we do not trust must be called into service, to stop what is before us." He looks at it edgewise, and with a flick of his wrist, it sails out beyond the desk in a circular motion. It comes back quickly, to rest neatly upon a stack of cards, which is not as thick as it should be. It is a perfect, pearly white, and appears to have never been used. Kessel looks at it. "So be it." He mutters. The telephone on his desk rings suddenly with loud impertinance. "Damn thing," He curses, and lifts it with as much violence as his tiny frame can muster. "Yes? ... Certainly. ... Now? Right... ... Of course I can... ... Why can't... ... Alright!" He slams the phone down in disgust. "Damn scientists. Always needing supervision. I am certainly interested in their progress, but why can't I read about it in [i]Discover[/i] like everyone else does?" As he hops down from his chair, a single card drops from his sleeve down onto the floor. "Oh, dear - can't lose that one, now, can we?" He says, and bends over to pick it up. He dusts it off lightly, and replaces it back into his sleeve - without examining it's face. Kessel whistles a lively tune, kicks his desk, and walks over to the door. He proceeds to jump up and open it, and walk through it, slamming it behind him with much force. And once more, all is quiet and dark in the hall of the one called Kessel GnomeWorks. [/QUOTE]

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