Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170202231915

"Some recently, some from the last few decades, others a century back.  The longest from before the Great War.  The Space Needle has been the home of the Shambhala and a place of peace and refuge for as long as anyone in this New World can remember." The monk explained to Jim.

"We all are here under the guidance and leadership of the High Lama, the founder of the Shambhala.  Very rarely is anyone allowed in the Space Needle without an appointment.  But the High Lama made an exception for you."

"Cybernetics?  We build Mr. Handies here.  Mr. Gutsies.  No cyborgs.  Go to Big Mountain if you want cyborgs.  You start slapping robot parts onto people and..." Earl trailed off. "And you've got millions.  Lucrative idea, partner!" Earl cried, rushing to write down what Strauss had jsut said.

"You know, I think it's someone asking for four men." One older gent said.

"What?" Another replied.

"The voice.  He's not stating 'Four men come to the Emerald City.'  He's inviting them.  Like, 'Four men, please come to the Emerald City.'"

"That's right stupid.  He doesn't sound like he's inviting.  He sounds threatening.  'Four men come to the Emerald City, and they're going to kill everyone, they will.'"  A third countered.

William and Tim were ignored, and likely would have to force there way into the conversation or find a break in it.

The bartender had Ward's drink there in seconds, with he calm speed of a man practiced at his profession.

A younger man next to Ward looked over to him, inspecting his duster.

"That's a fine coat you got there, mate." He said. "You know if it comes in green?"