When we left our intrepid crew, they had been warned by Madam Askew and her Temporal Entourage of a dastardly plan, by the Caffeinatti and Rabrax the Unspeakable, to waylay the armada of tea clippers on their way from Darjeeling to London.
"So we have a dinosaur necromancer and his army of the undead before us, and no choice but to forge ahead. Does anyone have a cunning plan to get us out of this pickle?" The Lady asked. The room was oddly quiet.
"Well, there is one possibility." Auntie Duchess ventured. "I believe that this in the time of year that our good friend Grandma Gao visits the Dalai Lama for their annual croquette weekend. She's very close and always brings her army with her. It couldn't hurt to ask."
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"So we have a dinosaur necromancer and his army of the undead before us, and no choice but to forge ahead. Does anyone have a cunning plan to get us out of this pickle?" The Lady asked. The room was oddly quiet.
"Well, there is one possibility." Auntie Duchess ventured. "I believe that this in the time of year that our good friend Grandma Gao visits the Dalai Lama for their annual croquette weekend. She's very close and always brings her army with her. It couldn't hurt to ask."
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"As a Chinese warlord, wouldn't she be in favor of destroying Indian teas to boost the price of her own product?" The Professor countered.
Madam Askew sipped her whisky. "Perhaps, but she does have large holdings amongst the major tea importers of London. Such a loss would be devastating to them, and she would take a heavy loss herself. She's not only a fierce warlord, but a savvy business person."
"That supplies us with an army, but how can they defeat the undead?" Clint hesitantly queried.
"Darling, they don't have to." Madam Askew replied, "They must only distract and delay the undead dinosaur hoards whilst we make a direct assault on the Golden Temple, and disable Rabrax the Unspeakable." Clint wondered how one disables a necromancer, but thought better of asking. On occasion, ignorance lets one sleep better.
"Fleet spotted to the starboard!" The pilot called out. In the distance the huge fleet under the command of the Warlord Gao could be seen fast approaching. "We have an aethergram from the approaching fleet." The Lady strode over and picked it up. "Am always happy to assist in such a glorious and interesting battle. I have brought the Dalai Lama along, as he is keen to see the dinosaurs before we slaughter them all."
"Well, that's sorted. Plot a direct course to Amritsar, and all engines on full." The Lady barked. "Now, who would like a cup of tea before going into battle with the undead?"
Madam Askew sipped her whisky. "Perhaps, but she does have large holdings amongst the major tea importers of London. Such a loss would be devastating to them, and she would take a heavy loss herself. She's not only a fierce warlord, but a savvy business person."
"That supplies us with an army, but how can they defeat the undead?" Clint hesitantly queried.
"Darling, they don't have to." Madam Askew replied, "They must only distract and delay the undead dinosaur hoards whilst we make a direct assault on the Golden Temple, and disable Rabrax the Unspeakable." Clint wondered how one disables a necromancer, but thought better of asking. On occasion, ignorance lets one sleep better.
"Fleet spotted to the starboard!" The pilot called out. In the distance the huge fleet under the command of the Warlord Gao could be seen fast approaching. "We have an aethergram from the approaching fleet." The Lady strode over and picked it up. "Am always happy to assist in such a glorious and interesting battle. I have brought the Dalai Lama along, as he is keen to see the dinosaurs before we slaughter them all."
"Well, that's sorted. Plot a direct course to Amritsar, and all engines on full." The Lady barked. "Now, who would like a cup of tea before going into battle with the undead?"
