Thomas Blakeney

jimbotten wrote:Would the recruiters be willing to come and break Tom out of gaol in New York?

The Vice-regal Guard Company in Mexico City & the Texas Rangers do not sent recruiting parties to American Goals!!!

These units accept volunteers from a) the Spanish-American Noble & Gentry classes b) men who have shown extreme valour or c) preformed a service the Viceroy wants to reward.

Basically:

a) Is Tom of Spanish-American Noble Blood or married to one?

b) Has he single handed saved a Spanish Lady from Bandits or Pirates?

c) Rode 160 miles across a burning desert dodging arrows to bring advance warning of a Apache Raid?

d) Does he know the location of Blackbeards latest base?

Basically what we want more proper Swashbuckling like the Three Musketeers in the America's and less Captain Blood meets Titus Oats.

Still I have no doubt the Czars Navy in the America's have lower standards. Just show a willingness to drink Vodka rather than Rum and Tom is half way to his Admirals Flag!

Kingmaker wrote:stu are you still in G2?

Finally retired Iskander Kruppa Leyerbey of Rumelia later Sultan of the Ottomans when he ran out of people he wanted to kill.

In his military campaign's he fought - Austrians, French, Spanish, Portugese, Irish, English, Persians, Poles, Russians, Germans from L-C and Bavaria, Italians from Venice, Genoa, Florence & the Papal States as well as the Janissary & other rebel dogs in Moldavia, Syria, Egypt, & Anatolia.

For the spread of different types of opponents and number of wars/campaigns if not the geographic spread of his campaigns I think this medium ranked Ottoman Civil Servent may hold the record for a Glori du Roi character.

Hmm, another month another problem... (not one to be gone into in public, as yet). But I have noticed a small reference in the Newsletter which almost reads as though the intended recipient of my un-posted letter is aware of at least some of its contents. More damned spies? (Or is Richard stealing my thunder?)

Okay... so we never quite made it to gaol, and are now on the run, still coatless but at least with a pistol and a couple of guineas. So may (Richard willing) be able to finally post that damned letter (now in reply to two received). There are more complications than that (of course), but shouldn't say too much of that as yet...

Another month, another curve-ball... First I'm caught out by not recognising someone I met in passing over a year (real-time) ago, and now I'm stuck between two characters wanting to go in opposite directions, with me not wanting to go in either of them (but sort of honour-bound to accompany both!) Ho hum... back to the type-face...

A month on, and at least I and my two contrary companions have made it safely out of New York. Apparently headed for Albany (having "gambled" (my weakness) on following the first bird to fly overhead headed inland). Currently faced with a couple of grumpy Indians who I believe I can decipher and pacify so long as my noisy English companion can be kept quiet. Have also received a very long and interesting reply which is making me regret a request put in my previous (and last, until i can get some more funds) letter sent. Still all at sea about the political situation in the assorted settlements of New England (but then, who isn't?). But for now my first priority is these red men..

Christmas passed quietly, sharing a fish-dinner with the local Indians - and sometimes it's really quite pleasant when nothing disastrous happens...

no Richard was stealing all my money thats why..... 

That may only be because Tom has no money (or much of anything else, come to that) to steal... But it's nice to know that what goes around comes around, and maybe Tom's turn is due for some of that promotion, wealth and fame ?

hope so... 

Who of our many Swashbucklers was asking about a missing lady Jayne Eyre??????

The July 1705 Gloire du Roi contained a report from Yorktown in which one Mister Odadiah Smith, merchant-patriot of the sons of liberty approached Paul Jones along with the parents of the missing lady and suggested that she may have been carried of by French Traders.

Mister Smith then provided a brand new Beech Mill Land Pattern musket for each of the search party and the Searchers proceed to board a couple of Russian fishing boats.

This would imply that Miss Eyre has been:

a) Kidnapped by Indians
b) Kidnapped by French taders
c) Kidnapped by Russian Sailors
d) Or was part of a plot by the HWIC (musket type is a bit of a clue) to pinch recruits from Nathan Greene's sons of liberty in Yorktown.

Umm... (hand waves faintly in the air) Thank you for that. Interesting (although, as usual in this game, that means things just got more complicated rather than less). It answers one question for me, and asks three or four new ones...

It wasn't the Russians we only take goats

Also a bit suspicious about the Russian fishing boats, there is no way a Russian boat could have made it that far, it is simply too far to row.

I believe Blackbeard was also accused... (mostly it seems to be that the lady disappeared and everyone took the opportunity to blame their favourite enemy).

Ohhh.... My most extra-ordinary turn so far! Not only did Richard not through any spanners into my more-than-optimistic orders, he even provided a source of information as requested...

jimbotten wrote:Ohhh....   My most extra-ordinary turn so far!  Not only did Richard not through any spanners into my more-than-optimistic orders, he even provided a source of information as requested...

Lull before the Storm?????

no they seem to be coming to me now...... 

Funny, I had the same thought. Maybe Tom's due for some of your old good luck (can only hope)?

well lost all my money, now my aide, Hans has done a runner and I am being challenged by 3 men who are sons of some native woman i accosted about my missing money... looks like he may end up with a coat after all

Another month, another step forward in the same helpful conversation... (sometimes the time-scale feels really weird; three months outside a town talking to someone!)

Who says the art of conversation is dead, thats a lot of talking you must be doing there

Um, actually not a lot... but determined to move forward. (I just need this chap I've met to actually tell me about the town I'm approaching, rather than an inviting offer several hundred miles away - on foot.)

With a sinking heart Tom finds himself yet again invited to follow an unprepossessing fellow into a dark and lonely place...

wot dogging again is Tom?

I think "skinning" was mentioned... I'm hoping that's not some strange 18th C euphemism.