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Author Topic: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Whiteboard  (Read 3163 times)

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Offline damilano

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Whiteboard
« Reply #40 on: July 17, 2015, 02:08:08 PM »

Funkmaggot
 
"Why does the Lord Tarma know you so well and why does he take such an interest in you?


Isengrim shrugged.

"I cannot say, precisely," answered Isengrim after a moment.  "Unless he knows of my crime and my banishment.  Yet you say this does not seem to be so.  Apart from that, I have few other distinctions, I confess.

"It is true that I was the first of the orphans enrolled in the Conservatory, though many children came during the Plague.  And it is also true that the Viscount seemed to take a special interest in me, coming often and teaching me chess, and showing me the Museum from time to time.  I believe it was his influence which helped me gain admission to the Royal College, for such an honor is never afforded to commoners.

"But as for having me watched, and reported on... I have no idea!  Surely you are mistaken on that point, Master Funkmaggot!  For I did not stand out in any way at the Conservatory.  I was not even... popular."
No, the RED is tens.

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Re: The Tale of the Fifth Overseer: The Whiteboard
« Reply #41 on: July 24, 2015, 02:51:34 PM »
A sudden scowl came over Tarma's face; Throk could see it in profile as the Lord continued to study the chessboard.  Tarma's knuckles whitened as he grasped the chess pawn tighter.

Helvorn stepped forward.  "Lord," he said angrily.  "Give me a dozen men!  Give me leave to..."

"No!"  returned Lord Tarma sharply.  "Patience, Helvorn.  Bomaynee's time will come."

Helvorn stepped back and nodded respectfully.

Tarma gently set the chess pawn down with the others by the side of the board.  He turned to Mora.

Mora removed a white pawn from the fifth file and set it beside the other.  Then he moved a black bishop to an open diagonal to the white queenside rook.

"At least now the tactic is clear," he said.

"Clearer," returned Tarma.  "But there is one more piece in this combination that has not yet opened its full game."

"Black Queen?" ventured Mora.

"No, Viscount."  Tarma tapped his fingers lightly next to to the board.

"Black knight," he finished.

Mora nodded in comprehension.  "I see no defense, Lord," he said with resignation.  "Either White Queenside rook is lost, or white King is checkmated in three.  The game is over."

"Perhaps," replied Tarma.  He turned again to Throk.

"You spoke of a quest," he said, leaning back in his chair.

No, the RED is tens.