Sure.

Does seem slow across the board...

It does at that.

In reply to Chloe (msg # 8):

Yep...right...across...the...bored...

Apologies on the delay. Signed in yesterday and was overwhelmed with the weekend activity. Then I had a case of the Mondays. Man those are brutal.

Herkimer! Just imagine that power and Wulfe's own celebritry starts going to his head....

King Wulfe, of Caithness :D

How do you pronounce Wulfe. Is it wolf or something else. King Wulfe the hungry or for the more wordy minded - the insatiable.

I think you pronounce it 'king'

I mean just like Wolf.

In reply to Wulfe The Pretty (msg # 13):

Or is it Wulfe King of the Insatiable?

Then some guy says : " uhh... Insatiable what?"

Then we say with a wink : " exactly!! Hungry for everything. Like the wolf."

Then everyone feels threatened no matter the thing THAT person holds most dear. Their wives? Wulfe is insatiable for ladies. Their money? King Wulfe wants it all! Their loved ones? All belongs to the all hungry wulfe. All without being said directly - only inferred!! Much like all maligned attitudes to the unknown we make Wulfe... An unknown. And therefore either burned as a witch or reviled as a leader who knows no boundaries.

It's what great heroes are made of!

None more aware of that than John and Emelia!

Ha!

You all talk like Wulfe was some vague predator who is irressitible and uses his powers purely for his own gain!

Is that not the part you now play? It's a perfect story to tell. On the run from a word who wants to confine your greatness. You surround yourself with those most loyal that you have fed with your own hand. "Wulfe's pack" or the "Wulfe Hounds" - the traitors band of utterly loyal supplicants who follow his every word and whim. Also the vague story is best - without details no one can be sure what is true or not and you never need to verbally commit to anything. Oh man - Herkimer has his jealous pants on.

Herkimer corners the peasant in the dark room, snaps his fingers and a bright flame appears over his hands. The man before him trembles in fear, shielding something under his body.
"Do you know who I am?"
"O-O-One of the Hounds."
"Whose hounds little man - say it."
"Wulfe's hounds!!"
The man is rotund and quivers, the stench of urine creeps into the air.
"That is right - we know where you go, we have your scent. We are always there for the pack has numbers. We know how to hunt - so do not try and run. Next time you speak out against the King I'll be right here waiting for you... Or your kin"
Herkimer leaves and the man turns to the form he had been hiding from the Wulfe's Hound. A child looked up, tears streaming down his face. The two sobbed silently as the sounds of expensively soled boots marches from the dwelling.

That's it, Herkimer is the head of PR


Have you ever read the Robin Hobb series of books called 'The Farseer Trilogy'? You should, I think what you suggest is basically close to that.

Yessss.. new found purpose!

I have not read that series. Will scope it out this afternoon.

They're a great series - and not th eonly series set in that fictional world.

Gee, and I thought his name was pronounced Wolf-ee  ;-)  sort of like Woofee

I did not think he changed out of his Jealous pants after the marriage of the current Queen?

Wow, you all were talkative today!

Snap John!! Zinged me good. Maybe he put on some new jealous pants? I got nothing after that one.

In reply to Herkimer (msg # 27):

Lol, Pair of Jealous underpants to go with them?

I guess i misread this, then eh...
i got the impression of apprehension

Whoops. Too many apologies these days. Work kicked it into gear unexpectedly. See what I can do to keep up the rest of the week :)