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Hmmm, so this is going to be a problem, two people write at the same time and submit their paragraphs which do not follow

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Putting thoughts of Julia aside Geldon stood straight to greet the Kings man,taking in at the same time his serious almost urgent facial expression.

Ok, I hope no one minds I have amalgamated the three contributions to give:

Dry heat from the twin bellows blasted his face, sweeping away a thick lock of brown hair. Molten iron glowed just below his waist and mischievous sparks bounced off his heavy apron. Geldon's arms were covered in tiny scars where quick flames had licked from the orange and white coals, but he bore them with a small smile of satisfaction. They were the mark of a good, honest worker. He wasn't an aggressive man and preferring to avoid confrontation and the scars criss-crossing his thick-set blacksmith's arms certainly aided in that.

But now, as he worked, the same thought nagged at him. It concerned what Julia had said that day, as they met by the small duck pond that stood at the centre of the village. It was not what she had said, nor even the manner in which she said it, the barbed though that was, but rather the underlying attitudes it expressed. The heavy toil of working with something that couldn't be bluffed or cheated gave Geldon a time to think, and fostered in him a certain ability to see through self-indulgent aggrandisement. OF course Julia was a lovely girl, charming, pretty and well thought of but he saw through that, to a vain and cruel streak. He was interrupted from his revelry by a shadow falling across the open door of the forge.

Indeed Geldon was about to find his true calling. As he wiped his brow he wondered why the Kings Personal Aid was approaching his humble shop. Trouble was not for him, his curious visitor was about to bring him an offer not many would accept! So putting thoughts of Julia aside, Geldon stood straight to greet the Kings man, adopting at the same time his most serious almost urgent facial expression.

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Way to go urbandekay...seems like you have saved the day...lol....do hope this keeps going..it's such fun fun fun fun.

Geldon was Aghast,a cabin on the Kings Amarda heading for unchattered Waters!He was just a simple man,what could he offer other then the skills he had aquired as a Blacksmith?
And What of Julia?
Geldon held the bag of gold which had been given to him when he for reasons unknow to himself had agreed to accept the King's offer.

Little did he know that the King's offer included leaving the kingdom where he'd spent his whole life and travel to lands unknown, where cell phone service was iffy, at best. Yet he packed his meager belongings, all the time wonder what exactly a cell phone was, but shrugged the thought off. His mind often wandered, and took strange turns and leaps of fantasy.

The Amada was a stunning sight,Grand and almost threating to Geldons eyes.Activity was chaotic,barrells and crates of
various dimensions were being loaded onto the awaiting Fleet.
Children scurried in and out of the crowds bringing with them shouts of glee.
As he sat on his bunk in the cabin assingned to him,Geldon began to unpack his few humble belongings.The past month had been hectic with selling the Blacksmiths Shop and putting his affairs in order.
Taking a few moments he perused his new quarters which presented many unfamiliar objects.One in paticular brought a startled gasp from his mouth.Could it be?Surly not!What over explanation could there be?
Moving gingerly forward he reached for the Cell Phone!
Ring,ring,ring,ring.Hellow,Hellow julia here.

"I'm glad you're joining us, see you in Ngoname." She intoned and with that the line went dead.

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The cell phone lay there gently throbbing. Exceedingly rare these items where manufactured using arcane processes from the cells of telepaths. Geldon felt rather ill at ease, the use of cell phones having been banned by Royal edict, since the manufacture of them involved the death of a telepath. Yet here was one in the ship of the King.

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rofl guys!

Had he heard correctly? Was Julia Bewitched? Yes, he could accept the explanation Julia had given in her defence of his judgment regarding her underlying cruel streak.
Frogs Legs were now considered a delicacy in Court,quite the vogue.This Geldon now considered irrelevant due to Julia's new revelation.King Baggyduds in Love with her?
Making his way back to his bunk Geldon, although not usually a man of drink, eyed the decanter on a nearby dresser.How could his hard work,his blood,sweat and tears now be put to use in such a hideous way? Forging Chastity belts for a foreing Sultan's wife and his Harem,along with the prospect of having to become a Eunuch in the process,was surly deserving of a generous hit of rum?
Eunuch? Geldon wondered perhaps it may be wise to seek the advice of a scribe.

Telepaths were quite rare these days.

The Rum had sent a flush of warmth through his body,having a relaxing effect on his being.makeing himself comfortable on his bunk his mind started to reflect on his situation.
He wondered if a Eunich was perhaps a rank above a Knight,perhaps even an Earl?Yes he must consult with a scribe,surly he will then come to a greater understanding?
The cell started to once again vibrate with an urgency.Geldon was not overly impressed with this strange apparatus with flashing light and haunting melody.

He removed the phone from the small tank of fluid in which it normally resided. It felt warm and squidgy in his large hand.
"Speak," he commanded it and instead of the dulcet tones of Julia, which perhaps he had hoped to hear, a rather harsh but compelling voice answered.

Julia's voice had an urgency to it,"Geldon you must leave the Amada before the Morn,I have arranged for three Friends to assist in your escape"Leave the Amada thought Geldon?
King Baggy Pants is your twin Brother,you Geldon are the rightful Heir.When you were born your Father had you taken to the Blacksmith and his wife whom were paid generously for their discretion.A child with such a birthmark would never be accetable in the Royal line,hence his uncondonable and hasty action.
You will be meet as you disembark by my friends Huey,Louie and Duey,Alias the Three Muckerteers.Fortunatley for you Huey has decided to go it alone to the far off Land of Oz.
Apparently there is a great Wizard who resides in the Land
who may advice him in furthering his own personal Quest.
Can you not perceive Geldon this great opportunity to take Huey's place,and move freely through the Kingdom in disguise?"

lol....looks like whilst i was trying to edit my spelling Urban we did it again..timing slightly out.Guess we could make Juila a Transvite!
Cheers

Derrrrrr............Transvesite!...bad case of laryngitis?

"Well, perhaps I can Julia, though I see one small problem with your plan. It is well known that Huey is a small and slight man with almost mouse like features and I am 6 foot 5 and built like the proverbial brick outhouse." After a moments thought Geldon added, "Why is your voice so strange Julia?"

"Perhaps Geldon I have frog in my throat"

"No, no, it is more than that, your voice sounds somehow harsher, not at all like the girl I know." He replied.

"Oh, I haven't been well," she said somewhat unconvincingly.

The cell went dead!May the God's send these Cell's to blazes thought Geldon.Surly he must be dreaming?He had of late been working extremley vigorously,although hard work had never bothered him before,it was indeed the only life Geldon had ever known,instilled by his Father from a very early age.Perhaps the pouch of herbs Julia had presented to him by the pond five weeks prior, were having an adverse affect on his being?

Ever since she had given him the herbs he had followed her instructions meticulously, cutting a portion of the dried but still pungent buds into small pieces and crumbling them into a pipe. The smoke was aromatic and seemed to bring a feeling of euphoria over Geldon, sometimes he even found himself giggling uncontrollably like a small child, at nothing in particular. Often he would then take a snooze or sometime go is search of something to eat, this herb gave him a mighty appetite.

"Oh Poop it all", thought Geldon as he reached for the Pouch.

A gnawing sensation awoke him,how long had it been since taking sustenance?Arising from the bunk a very quite knock was heard echoing from the cabin door.Geldon's eyes though the light was very dim,observed the features of a small framed Gentleman,clearly of oriental origin.The man was gestering for him to be quite, also at the same instance to follow hastily.

The oriental was dressed in a most particular manner; a long and far from spotless white cotton jacket that was a little to big for him and a square box of a hat adorned the upper half of his frame, whilst the lower part was clad in bright red trousers. He moved quickly along the passage and with one hand behind him continually beckoned to Geldon to hurry. The went but a short way before the stranger opened a door and gestured impatiently for Geldon to enter. As he opened the door a waft of steam and smoke billowed out. Geldon's senses detected both wood smoke and the smell of cooking. Somewhat, reassured by the familiarity of this scene Geldon relaxed and entered the room. The next moment he was aware of pitching forward and he flung his hands forward, then he felt a sharp crack to the back of his head.

The oriental quickly shut the door as Geldon tripped on the wire and a short sturdy man moved forward delivering the blow to the back of Geldon's head with a large cast pan. Immediately, kitchen staff, bustled around binding Geldons wrists behind his back and ankles together. This they quickly followed with a large sack, securing it at the top. Opening a trap door in the ceiling the oriental Gentleman babbled something to someone above and a hook on the end of a cable descended through the portal. This was attached to the sack, which was then hoisted up and out of the kitchen.

Geldon opened his eyes. The light hurt his eyes and he blinked. He went to sit up but an intense throbbing pain in the back of his head stopped him, causing him to wince. "You're awake then?" It was Julia's voice.

"By the God's Julia,have you lost your senses?"Julia Lounged back,her dress was fashioned in a way Geldon found Provocative.She leaned just close enough for him to detect the very familar scent of her favourite Fragrance,Fennel.

A sneering grin formed on Juila's mouth,the mouth Geldon so often embraced.Deep within he had always known the Woman was a seductress of ill intent.Was it Man's damnation to be ruled by his sexual desire?"You great Babboon,how dare you suppose you could escape me?"Oh Poop Poop thought Geldon,I am done for!

Dirt and dust clung to the Skin of Geldon like water to a chamois.From his spread Eagled position in the far corner of the Blacksmith shop,he slowly proped himself up to a more comfortable state.Tiny ambers still flickered in the forge,gently reminding him of their neglect.Beside Geldon lay his pipe and the now empty pouch.Allowing himself a few moments to reflect, he let out a tremendous sigh,followed by a great roar of laughter.
The rusty horseshoe hanging at the entrance of the shop clanged,once,twice.As he stood and gained his equilibrium,his hands automatically moved to his eyes,realigning his vision.
"Ello ello" anyone home?Julia here.