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[title] => The Journals of Al-Hambra Act III
[time] => 2004-04-03 17:17:13
[hometext] => Third installment in the series just a jaunt into the fictional precint
[bodytext] => So the Order of Cincinnati began to flex its muscles grants and debentures given for research in Egyptian culture a professor of ancient history from the University of Miami made the breakthrough discovery with the help of Talamasca an obscure reference was found of a vase carried to Palestine which was given by Egyptians as an offering for a treaty signed later it was moved to the site of the the city of Acre adorning first a temple then a mosque and later a church as the centuries flows the tale of the vase was followed protected by the Knights Templars as a relic of ancient power but after the crusades was lost the vase was carried to france but later in the Templars' fall it was carried by fleeing knights to Ireland after months of intense study a clear signifier was found the vase of Al-Hambra's tales was hidden in the Monastery of St. Alban so the Order of Cincinnati dispatched its forces to Ireland to St. Alban's Monastery to recover the vase that's told In the guise of an exercise with the ships of Britain's Royal Navy an Osprey was launched from the decks of a submarine carrier like a stealthy bird of prey the Osprey slips on by flying through the night to the monastery's sheltered bay twelve men they were the marines from Force Recon fast-roping down to earth from the Osprey's silent hover creeping in the night in gear that's just as black the marines quickly overpower the St. Alban monks in quick time manner prods and batons were swung bean-bag munitions fired darts filled with potions the monks asleep were rendered in the holy of holies a sanctum sealed deep lies the codex and keys to the journals Al-Hambra keeps as the story in a double layered vase it sits between pottery and copper facings worked into the space in between a sheet of treated papyrus sitting upon glass the monks were drugged perchance they remember come morning the night was to them a blur the marines then withdrew to board their transport with debriefing crew a speedy transport was then dispatched to the Talamasca the codex and keys a study to begin upon receipt to discover the secrets that Al-Hambra keeps. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 31 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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