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Writer's Discussion / Re: Recommended resources
« Last post by Readgill on September 01, 2017, 10:41:44 am »


Honestly? Just say it's scary.

I mean, you can add detail if you have specific ideas, or feelings. But it's a script, it needs to tell the director what *he* needs to convey. That it can be done in a lyrical, effective way is fine and can be good but ultimately a good script also needs to be clear about what needs to be presented.


 - Scarecrow

Good advice scarecrow. I'll consider it for my new script. Thanks.
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General Discussion / S.H.I.E.L.D. good or bad?
« Last post by Maidenscombe on November 16, 2014, 09:58:37 am »
It doesn't have a very good basis for a series, the council in the Avengers were okay with the notion of sending a nuke to blow up the city.
The only redeeming quality the council had (for me) was having that most quintessential of English actresses in the council, Jenny Agutter. 

On other forums folk are still saying how good the series of Shield was/ is. Any thoughts?
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General Discussion / PM's?
« Last post by Maidenscombe on October 29, 2014, 03:50:12 am »
Any reason why the PM's don't work?
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General Discussion / Re: Writing plays for the stage
« Last post by Maidenscombe on October 29, 2014, 03:09:46 am »
If anyone is interested I have no problem passing on what I've been told. I am a complete beginner, it took six months to find out what format to use, one place said look how an old playwright did it 60 odd years ago and copy that format other theatres wanted to see all scripts in others formats. There in lies the trouble, each theatre had a different format to use.
I opted for a format that was easy to write and easy for them to understand.
An example can be given if asked.
When I asked what could be performed on stage that varied from theatre to theatre, some theatres could set a scene inside a vehicle while some theatres couldn't.
A lot will depend on the imagination of the playwrite, in the play I've been trying to write which is a comedy, having a scene portrayed which has two police cars at speed and the anti riot squad going to an incident can be done if the writer sees it from the audiences perspective. So having two policemen side by side trotting across the stage one holds a flashing blue light over his head the other makes the sound of the siren (in australia the siren is an animals sound wawa and howl) to produce the wawa sound especially for a comedy ask someone to keep flicking a cat's nose. The next scene could be inside the anti riot squad van. 
If the play is accepted getting the scene on stage would be between the sets manager the editor and maybe the writer.
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Writer's Discussion / Re: Of Kal-na, Ka-im and Vixana
« Last post by Maidenscombe on August 30, 2014, 11:44:56 pm »

that what was done I did with another, with you. It is just that for those thousands of years I have worked alone. Together or alone I don’t think he will mind, and should I choose one of his army or one of his children I think he’ll be glad,” said Kal-na.
     “I do need to ask this, I want to know this, doesn’t he mind if you refer to him as boss?” asked Ka-im.
     “If I add a smile or a cheeky grin as long as I give him what he wants, then no. If those people in there heard that they’d have a fit, but that’s the thing about our boss, underneath all the huff and puff he is nice being.”
Knowing they now had respect for each other, they walked a bit further; in silence until Kal-na stopped.
     “Now I know what they plan, I will always be ready to hear what they say, so no army of vampires will be. Know this Ka-im, should I ever need to talk to any of those here I will only talk to them with you,” said Kal-na.
His winged black unicorn appeared, he climbed up on to it. About to fly away, he stopped, he became deep in thought, and looked to Ka-im.
     “Of those in there, as you implied, they rely heavily on trust. That being so, they need to act on this the other who they felt in the painting, they thought it Claere. You should tell them to look at he who married Alison. Think of the word traitor.”
Kal-na was gone.
     Ka-im walked back into the Manor, wanting to see Peter, looking in the rooms until she found him she went and stood a few feet in front of him, she looked to him but stayed quiet.
Peter Featheringue couldn’t ignore her.
     “What is it that you have to say?” he asked.
     “I just saw Kal-na, we spoke, he was in her unusually good mood, she said of Alison’s husband Henry. That he is working for the Gestapo, though Kal-na used the word traitor. I sensed a feeling from Kal-na that the husband was making a copy of the painting.”
Peter rang then spoke to Detective Rathbone.
     “I’d appreciate it if you’d come to the office right now, but don’t tell anyone.”
In no more than a minute he walked in, he greeted Ka-im.
     “Kaim has just said that according to Kal-na Alison’s husband might be Gestapo, that he is a traitor.” Det. Rathbone smiled.
     “Good, I’m glad, that makes sense, the officer who told me about him he led me to believe that something was wrong. Admittedly we thought him responsible for his wife being missing.”
     “If Det. Moore picks him up I’d ask he be brought here,” said Ka-im.
     “No, being here he might learn too much I would suggest another place, somewhere secure and miles from anywhere. And I know just the place, a cell in Dartmoor prison it is in the middle of nowhere, a bleak terrain, with nowhere for him to escape to.”
     “And after we get what we can from him? I’d suggest we let Ka-im’s people ask him the real reason for all of that occult.”
     “I like the sound of that, what of you Ka-im?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “No, there is ne need, I know that Kal-na already knows and if he knows, we will be told soon,” said Ka-im.   
     One of a formation of sixteen German bombers was hit by a barrage of anti-aircraft fire as it flew over the south eastern edge of the city while heading for the Bristol docks. Not being able to
make a turn for the final bombing run it broke formation and dropped its bombs. With its tail rudder hit, the directional control was almost completely lost. The bomber began to slowly turn north then towards the south. It had to try and weave its way home, it managed to fly to the south of the City of Oxford. The pilot had to be careful; wanting to stay unseen he had to strictly adhere to the flight plan set by the navigator.
     Avoiding the main cities and where the known gun batteries were the plane was hit again. This time though the pilot But it was hit again as it flew over a gun emplacement that wasn’t known of. The bomber was forced to crash land in a field. Luckily though the pilot was able to give the crew enough warning to escape before the crash; its wreckage being spread all over a field.
     The crew ran and hid beside a hedge. The navigator told them he had gained a fix on where they were and which way they should go to escape. He pointed to a glow on the horizon.
     “First we go there, towards that village, that is Avebury.”
The pilot suggested they steal a car, to get as far as they could at night. But crossing the fields toward the glow, though they didn’t know, they had begun to be watched. A policeman from the village of Avebury had been making his rounds making sure all was well. PC Dawes was riding his bicycle on country lanes, to quietly go to and make sure the outlying farms were safe.
Hearing the sounds of the bomber overhead he followed it as far as he could, when he heard the sound of crash he left his bicycle in a lane and followed the sounds then he proceeded to where the crew had gone. He reported his progress to the Station when he could and asked for help. He kept close to the verge as he crept along the country lanes. He met the three other policemen waiting for him, they were sat at a junction trying to keep warm.
     “Is this anything to do with the bombers that flew over here an hour ago?” asked PC Long, 
“I heard that it was one of them heading back as it was hit by one of our ack ack gun as they approached Bristol.”
     “I hope it is, now I’ll have the chance to do something that’ll help,” said PC Bearing.
     “You will? With just the four of us, unarmed against them, an armed bomber crew,” said PC Dawes, “It’ll need more than just the four of us. I was told to follow them, to report on where they are so when the army get here they can get them.”
The policemen followed the bomber crew over and through hedges towards the village of Avebury. The policemen kept getting closer despite not trying to, they hoped that more help would arrive soon.
Unknown to them the army were in place, just beyond the Avebury stones. The station Sergeant had arrived with five other policemen, his orders were to guide the airmen through the stones, to keep the people of the village safe.
     Flying high above them, Ka-im looked down to the invaders, she saw they were getting too close to the stones. Ka-im knew if it came to it, she would have to stop them, but she hoped she didn’t have to as to let herself be seen would cause many more problems and that would be seen as interfering with the ways of mankind. Keeping watch where the crew went to, knowing all the time if they reached the stones their capture by the humans would result in gunfire and that would risk damage to the stones.
     “There ought to be a law against that you know.”
Ka-im was so worried about what might happen she hadn’t been concentrating on where she was, or what she was doing, she was surprised at hearing a voice near her.
     “Do not be worried about revealing yourself or about interfering in the ways of man don’t be concerned. I said that I owe you one, so this is it,” said Kal-na, Kaim looked to him and felt glad.
About to reassure her some more Kal-na heard the massive rolls of thunder cascade over the land.
     “But the skies are clear, why can I hear the thunder,” said Kaim.
     “Because that wasn’t just thunder, mixed between the thunder in a way that would mask his words of wisdom to me, so those down there will not hear him speak or know that he has spoken.
He said I’m only to do what has to be done, and not to enjoy myself, too much,” said Kal-na.
He faced Ka-im and smiled to her. “See ya soon.”
     Kal-na jumped off his unicorn and dropped as a ball of red light to the ground the sound made as he hit the ground shattered any peace the police, the bomber crew or the army had found. Kal-na stood up in the middle of the field as the light around her faded, she looked at the bomber crew. The police and the army broke cover, they stared in disbelief. PC Dawes looked to the sky. He wondered where it had come from. Kal-na screeched loudly, for no reason other than to cause fear to the bomber crew. Kal-na faced the stones of the stone circle, then turned about to stare directly at the bomber crew.
     “That is as far as you go, I will not allow you to pass ever.”
The area lit up like day around them so the army could see each of them. Kal-na’s form began to change, as a ball of fire spread around her both arms spread wide as the skin appeared to drop and a glistening sinewy skin like leather formed wings. With talons at the ends of those wings her eyes became glowing pits of deep red that glinted in her light. Kal-na floated upright toward the airmen, they vanished as she stood before them. Kal-na grinned.
     Kal-na rose up to the dark sky to her unicorn that still flew next to Ka-im.
     “That was fun, guess who’ll get the blame not that he minds. Come on Ka-im, we’d better find the rest of them.”
     “The what, who?” asked Ka-im.
     “The other aircraft, they were sent to sink a ship that carried plans of a bomb. Also that one of the planes was to land near Bath for those people to go and capture the Haruspex stone. The Gestapo thought it would help with their weapon, what they had was no more than a magnet,” said Kal-na, “We are to leave them, what those others have it’s of no use to them and now it won’t be. What was there in that cell was to bring more vampires close, but they needed one to be a catalyst. When the witches wanted to send Hitler’s army away, it was only a coincidence. The army did go to the east, not to the Russian front as thought, they wanted to capture another vampire, but the harsh winter played against them. From my side it was silly, such a laugh really,” said Kal-na, “Using what God had made to attract them. God made it for me to kill all vampires drawn to it; so all that time the Gestapo collected that occult, I knew they’d gain nothing.”
     “But knowing that all that time, I wish you would have told us,” said Ka-im.
     “Maybe, but I made a choice, nothing was said because of the traitor. So they’ll lose the war, not by what was done. Though I do think it strange that humans rely on artifacts, whether from our side or his they could never really know why those items were made, or understand why. Still, I’m glad they did,” said Kal-na. 
She looked to Ka-im with a smile.
     “Give them fifty years or more to get over this, then I will return, no doubt by then the reasons why this happened will have been made clear.”   

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Writer's Discussion / Re: Of Kal-na, Ka-im and Vixana
« Last post by Maidenscombe on August 30, 2014, 11:40:55 pm »
KAL-NA’S RETURN

     All the shutters on the office windows slammed shut as did the doors of the room. Everything in the room became very bright. The heavy sounds of an animal with large wings landing filled the room then the hoofed feet echoed on the floor.
A forceful voice echoed in the room, a voice which none of them recognised.
     “What you saw, was it wanted by the Son or was it the Son. I need to know,” ordered the voice.
     “Oh my it is him!” exclaimed Ka-im, “I think I know who that is, I was warned. But those sounds and the light being so bright, it could be him though he doesn’t bother with human’s normally. I would need to see him first to know for sure.”   
     “If you think you know who it is, if you still need to see me to know who I am then accompany me, I will allow you to fly with me, we will see who or what is there,” said the voice.
     “I have met you before, I do think I know you but it is so long ago that we met. It was the day I became a General, the day Cla-ere became a Goddess, so to tell them now I would need to be sure. But if you wish me to go there with you, I will,” said Ka-im.
The brightness faded, they all looked at the figure. He stared to them all with deep blue eyes that pierced into the minds of each of them.
     “Everyone please be very careful how you speak to him. I know who he sounds like though I had thought him another,” said Ka-im.
     “You are right I was another, I still am another but I am returned here and now for what might be here. I am Kal-na, the Debt Collector.”
They all looked to Ka-im, from her words and how she spoke they knew she had a deep respect for this man, this Kal-na the Debt Collector.
Kal-na went to Alison, he stood in front of her though his words were harshly thought they were not harshly said. 
     “Tell me now Alison, what was it the guards said?” Alison was too scared to talk to him.
     “Tell me now, or he will ask,” said Kal-na. Alison looked to Ka-im. “Who does he mean?”
     “God may forgive those who seek forgiveness, but Kal-na will not. For whomever he goes to collect they deserve no right of forgiveness. Of the many people you may ask some of them might say they are God fearing people but God should not be feared, it is Kal-na who they should fear.”
Alison breathed in as she looked to Kal-na.
     “I heard what they said, the guards outside the cell. They did not know what was in there, even with the cell they didn’t know why it was locked.”
Kal-na looked at Ka-im.
     “We need to go, to discover, and we need to go together, now.”
His winged black unicorn appeared Kal-na got onto it he rose a few feet above the floor, then vanished.
     “Everyone, I apologize for this, you should have known been warned, I didn’t know that this time would exist I’m sorry for this,” said Ka-im.
A winged white unicorn appeared and Ka-im got on, it flapped its wings twice, it rose up above the floor then vanished.
The window shutters opened as did the doors, the daylight returned to the room. Alison was still a bit shocked.
     “He was stood right here, he spoke to me. Ka-im said he was Kal-na, the Debt Collector from God.”
     Ka-im and Kal-na walked on the stone floor of the French palace, quietly they went along the passages to where the guards were stood by the cell door. As they neared where it was kept, a guard ordered them “Halt.” But Kal-na didn’t bother to stop, with a casual flick of his wrist they were gone. Not breaking his stride Kal-na kept going to the cell door, he touched it and caused it to crumble. They went in. Ka-im felt enormous pride being in Kal-na’s footsteps, such a feeling of pride she had never felt before.
     A figure was sat in the room, it was faced the other away.
     “Just drop it down there,” it said.
     “I don’t know who you thought we were, but you are wrong,” said Kal-na. Slowly it turned its head, it looked at them and snarled; it was a vampire. Kal-na smiled to Ka-im.
     “This is going to be more fun than I had hoped for, I am having such lovely thoughts.”
     “Why have you come here, who are you?” the vampire asked.
     “I am the General of the Riders,” said Ka-im. 
The vampire smiled.
     “You are, oh good, I’ll have some decent quality blood to enjoy, and you?” asked the vampire.
     Kal-na grinned. “My blood is such that your kind has never tasted and you will never taste mine, for I am Kal-na the Debt Collector. And you are a sin against him and mankind.”
The vampire’s face became even paler that it was, it was stunned. Kal-na began to glare.
     “You are an insult, and you have a debt to him, so you will die.”
His face became a pure white glow the light covered all around him. The light spread to envelop the vampire, then it was sucked back. Kal-na stood in the cell, he looked to Ka-im with a satisfied grin. “Hmm now that was nice.”
Kal-na looked at the occult artifacts that were placed about the room.   
     “I might come back for some of these, probably most of it, either this year maybe next year, there is no hurry,” said Kal-na.
     “What if they get another one?” asked Ka-im.
     “I’ll laugh about that if it happens, but the other stuff that is here most of it is just pretty, nothing you should worry about though,” said Kal-na.
     “So there’s nothing of power here?”
     “No, it was the vampire who had caused it all to be.”
Kaim called for her unicorn, she climbed onto its back then left.
     When she got back to the manor she found everyone in the basement waiting at the painting, she grinned to herself and silently went to stand behind them. Trying not to smile, she put on her serious grin.
     “Well I am standing behind you so you can’t be waiting for me?”
     By the time they got to the office, Kal-na still hadn’t returned. Ka-im saw that Alison still stared into space, her mind empty. She stood next to her.
     “Alison, Kal-na is a good person he sought to know what you knew, though he asked in a
pointed way it was not in a vicious way. I see you need time for yourself to get back your composure for that I urge you do not to reply to anyone even if someone should talk to you.”
Ka-im wanted to give her the comfort, the comfort that only Kal-na could give her that he had unknowingly taken from her.
Ka-im walked away, Alison watched her go but as she did she noticed the air about her change, a darkness grew around her. It lay in folds all around yet she could still heard her friends talk to each other. Kal-na walked from the darkness to be next to her.
     “What you see here this darkness around us is so that you can see me and not of any of them, for what I have to say I do not want any distraction and nor do you. About who I serve, you have a small belief in him yet you are not devout as me. That is not a problem, for he offers his thanks to you. As from what you said I was able to help many of his children; mankind. So please Alison, do not fear me for I choose to give my thanks to you.”
Kal-na turned to the darkness and vanished, as he did so did the darkness.
Alison started to shake uncontrollably, she began to cry aloud, she screamed then collapsed. Those in the room gasped, they ran to her to try to help her up and remain be at her side, they tried to comfort her. Though her mind, her thoughts and her memories were all in a spin.
Ka-im placed her hands each side of her face. “Alison, settle, why did you scream?”
     “He was here, Kal-na was here he caused darkness all around me, he said it was so that I only saw him. But he didn’t need to make the darkness, I would only want to see him. He spoke to me as a friend, he said he wanted to thank me and he did, he also said that so does he. Who did she mean, who could she mean?”
Ka-im looked to her and tried to draw in breath, she put an arm around Alison’s shoulders. “Be grateful. Kal-na was being kind to you, he caused you to see only him so he could give you his thanks. Also that he told you he wanted to thank you,” said Ka-im.
     “Who would that be?” asked Alison.
     “To have Kal-na deliver his thanks is second best to him being here himself. That may have scared you so be grateful and it would explain why he was late getting here, he was with him. Kal-na had gone to see God, it was Gods thanks that Kal-na gave to you.”
Ka-im looked to everyone in the room.
     “No matter how ready anyone here thinks they are, none of you would have been ready to see God here.”
     “But I don’t understand why, I did nothing special,” said Alison.
     “God would not offer his thanks if he didn’t want to. And for God to ask Kal-na to thank you, he must have considered what you did as worthy of his thanks.”
Judith took detective Rathbone aside. “You asked about this place a while ago, do you still want to know what I’ve found out?” Detective Rathbone smiled at the thought. “Yes, there’s one or two questions I’d like answered, what have you got?”
Judith led detective Rathbone to the office, inviting her to sit down Judith opened a draw took out a folder and took a sheet of paper. “I was told this place was taken over by the foreign office some four years ago, apparently the place was empty. Thing there is no record of who was at the house before. What I’ve found is that the town’s records from thirty years ago show that this whole area was common land.”
Detective Rathbone was quiet as she stood up and walked from the office.   
     Kaim walked to the door and left the room she took care that no one saw her leave. She went out onto the lawn, speaking softly she looked around.
     “Kal-na please if you can hear me, please be here.”
Kal-na appeared a few paces behind Ka-im, he went to be next to her.
     “What do you want so soon I have only just left,” said Kal-na.
Ka-im tried to explain that she wanted to pass to him her personal thanks, what you did was greatly appreciated by Alison and myself.
     “Alison deserved our thanks,” said Kal-na.
Ka-im wanted to tell Kal-na what happening there, about them being in the midst of a war that they have with one another, I know what we seek is not what they seek but our two paths, or
maybe three have crossed.”
     “Three? What are the three?” asked Kal-na.
     “They seek to win the war, you seek to help mankind, I seek to kill the Son to end his doing. Our paths may collide, if so then good if that comes to be, I will help, though you should be aware ending the Son might be on my to do list” said Kal-na.
     “Thank you and I do wish I could do more, but we still have that no interfering rule,” said Kaim.
     “And so do I,” said Kal-na, “But I have freedom’s will. If the greater good comes with a need and any of his children can be saved, I will interfere. Though it may appear to be that when I do use that excuse then all hell may be let loose.”
Ka-im gently waved Kal-na ahead. “Will you walk with me, as I need to know of what is in that French palace when you take what they have there, I hope to be told what it was but what do they have there, as you said to me it isn’t a danger, yet is it be a danger to them?” asked Ka-im.
     “Know this, I will make sure it doesn’t get to be,” said Kal-na as he stopped walking and looked to Ka-im. “There is more though isn’t there Ka-im, what is it,” he asked.
     “It is about the Goddess Cla-ere said she could foresee what would have happened so she went forward to beyond that time, so that she could look back, to make sure that what she saw  foreseen came to be. In several years a push will begin to end this war in doing so the French palace will be set free. They want you to wait until then. For if what is there if it is taken too soon the humans might think that what they have has greater than it has.”
     “That could be true Kaim, though I do know what they have, exactly what they have and what it will do and who made it. As I know of what it is and what it will do, don’t be concerned if I take it early and don’t worry about my taking it to soon. I know it will not be a problem to you, me, or them; there is no need to worry. Ignore what is there, because of who was there, the vampire was of those most wanted, so take this as good, for now I owe you,” said Kal-na.
Ka-im looked to him, surprised.
     “Thank you,” he felt her cheeks beginning to flush
     “Now what else is there? asked Kal-na
Ka-im looked deeply into his eyes and felt a feeling she could not describe.
     “There is nothing more, what I had to say was of respect and where the respect was due, I felt need to tell you our plan.” 
     “If that is all of why I am here, then as you said Kaim, respect where respect is due, it can and does work both ways,” said Kal-na.
Kal-na looked down at the ground, then he looked up to Kaim and grinned.
     “Though I would ask of you, don’t tell our boss I said that of you. I do not think he’ll mind

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Writer's Discussion / Re: Of Kal-na, Ka-im and Vixana
« Last post by Maidenscombe on August 26, 2014, 11:37:56 pm »
     “You are in a tunnel; you are in the dark though there is light ahead. You see it so you know that it exists. You hear me but you can’t see me, and I cannot see you but I know I can hear you so I know now you exist. Now I will return you, know that what you do is of help to me and mine. Though you are not intending to, it will be of help if you continue. If you do help us more, know that we will reveal ourselves, and we will strive to help you.”
All was silent.
     “We would like to help you more, so if you tell us how, of what it is you’d like us to do,” said Alison.
     “Where you are going, what it is that you are doing that is the help we want, for if you discover more my offer of help will be made known.”
     “I do thank you,” said Alison, “We all do, but if you’ll say what we do, of what you protect, we might be able to help you more.”
Alison waited as did Det. Rathbone, they both were silent.
     “It is important to us we protect the Avebury stones, for them to be safe that is our main concern.”
     “That explains the test, the empty field and the stones. It all makes sense now, it all has led us to Avebury Stones,” said Det. Rathbone.
     “Long ago, his people worshipped there, knowing that they were safe. Now all that lies there is in rows of perished wood and stone in what once were buildings. And place to go and worship where the people knew they were safe, somewhere to go when where was a threat. The shape of a church was built as such, for they were a magnet to any demon. Once in there no demon could escape. When those of us were chosen or found, we’d enter to end the demon. A secret now held at the Avebury Stones, that is why we protect what’s there, as one day when it is sought, it can be found. People who play the bells are given names and they play a fine tune. Though once was that they had more meaning, once the sound was a warning for worshippers to go to a meeting hall. So for now, that you have both listened to me and that has been good but you have been gone for too long, so now I’ll return you.”
     Det. Rathbone and Alison looked at where they were stood, it was in the hall on the bottom stair. They went towards the open main door then they walked back and stood at the foot of the stairs. “I needed that to get my bearings again,” said Alison. Detective Rathbone pointed towards the windows.
     “That is odd, I can see sunlight beyond the windows yet when we left the sunlight was behind us, how many hours have we been gone?”
A woman walked into the hall, she looked at them and stopped.
     “I thought I heard someone,” she looked about, “but how did you get here, I could see the door from where I was sat and you didn’t come in so.”
She recognised her.
     “Oh my God Alison it’s you, how are you here?” asked Judith she burst into tears then hugged her, then rushed back into the office.
Alison and Det. Rathbone were stunned, they looked to each other as fifteen others ran from the office, almost immediately there came ten more.
Judith shouted aloud to Peter, Peter ran into the hall. He stopped and looked at Alison.
     “What, how?” he asked.
     “What’s going on?” asked Alison meekly, “You can’t have missed us that much.”
     “What, we were beginning to think we’d never see you again,” said Peter.
     “You did, why?” asked Alison, “Why we only went into the painting about ten minutes ago.”
     “Minutes? That was months ago,” said Peter, “It is August the twenty seventh.”
     “And of all the days to return it’s a shame it is now,” said Judith, “Tonight they will be bombing again. England has been losing its planes too fast. Faster than the war planes can be built, the German army might even invade.”
     “Invade,” exclaimed Det. Rathbone, “Have the Avebury stones been bombed?” 
     “Not as far as I know, but tonight we’ve no defence, Hitler will know it’s safe to invade.” 
Det. Rathbone looked to Alison, “We’d best contact Cla-ere, let her know what could be.”
They all looked at him, as did Alison.
     “Who?” asked Alison.
     “She was who we met,” he pointed to the painting, “When we went in there,” he said.
A bright dome of light rose through the floor, Cla-ere entered the entrance hall from the basement, her body bathed in light. She went to Det. Rathbone. Then greeted Alison and slowly, silently floated down into the basement.
Det. Rathbone looked at them all.
     “Her name is Cla-ere,” she said, “She was in the painting, she had Alison and me do a test. Cla-ere is someone we should all trust, she is one in his army a helper, a guide.”
     “How do you know all that?” asked Alison.
     “That is what she just said to me, and before you ask,” said Det. Rathbone, bending his elbow he pointed up.
     “His army, Cla-ere said where she wants us to protect, as his army will and has protected through time, she said of the Avebury stones.”
     “From what or who were we protected,” asked the Brigadier he found it hard to believe a leader of God’s army would want their help.
     “They want help or knowledge of when to protect that place to keep it from any danger of damage.”
     “You said as it happened before? When did you mean?” asked the Brigadier.
     “Many times this land has been invaded yet only once were the stones under threat, so that army became a threat, and the invasion was thwarted,” said Det. Rathbone.
     “That I see as good,” said the Brigadier.
     “There was another who helped, he was sent by God, he was the Kal-na the Debt Collector. The most powerful in his army, respected and feared by all.”
The room was suddenly filled with bright white light, the witches fell to the floor they looked to the window then to Det. Rathbone.
     “Are we under attack?” asked Alison, “Was that a bomb?”
     “Stay where you are everyone,” he replied, “Wait until the brightness has faded,” each of them lay still, they waited. As the light he saw began to fade.
     “Everyone stand, look at the window.”
By the wall stood Claere another person was with her that no one recognised.
     “Who is she?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “This is Ka-im, General of the Riders of the Two Swords, his army,” said Cla-ere.
     Peter Featheringue stood up in deep thought, he walked to the fireplace. His thoughts blended with the flames.
     “Alison, we need to make contact, to send a message to all the covens in England, call them together to send their thoughts to convince Hitler he’ll regret a push to invade Britain.”
Cla-ere walked to Peter, she stood next to him.
     “You will have our help.”         
Peter Featheringue’s thoughts joined the flames, without warning the flames became blue then raced up, into the chimney. Unseen from above they rose from the chimney and floated on winds to havens, to covens and solitary practitioners.
Det. Rathbone asked Judith to do a favour for her. “What we saw in there, how it happened and what happened has made me curious about a few things. Can you make a few enquiries about this place, some of the things that happened in there, I don’t think this place has been here long.”

     At Trogmoor-On-Sea the Observers at the anti-aircraft gun fortification watched the daylight sky. A bank of dark clouds very slowly sailed by and floated out to over the sea. With observers watching for flashes of light in the sky, they wanted to see the reflections of the sun on enemy planes.
     The handle being quickly wound, giving power to the radio set the HQ was given the hourly report; ‘No sightings, but multiple aircraft noise.’ Breaking from the cover of clouds, groups of planes began to be seen.
     “HQ, this is the Trogmoor-on-Sea Observer, aircraft sighted, heading north west. I have a visual of six groups of ten bombers, all nearing the coast. I’m watching the skies near them, no sighting of short range fighters. There’s large cloud cover heading out to sea. I have reports of loud engine noise and a sighting, they are breaking cloud cover. Seven more groups of ten now seen breaking still no fighter support. And there is something else, it is higher, no identification markings seen, description as follows it is a bright ball of light, the diameter appears to be two plane widths.”
     “Trogmoor-On-Sea Observer this is Area Headquarters you are being patched through to central command.”
     “Observer reporting, the ball of light I think it is moving towards the enemy, or it is stationary with the German planes. I still see no markings.”
The plotters in central command heard the droning of aircraft engines from speakers on the walls in the room.
     “Trogmoor-on-Sea Observer update, everything is stationary, nothing is moving that ball of light is still there it is in front of them. It, something is happening.”
Raised voices echoed in the War Office.
     “Tell us what is happening. The plotters have the enemy’s course and their direction made.”
All of the plotters faced the speakers as the droning stopped, all was quiet in the room.
     “Trogmoor-On-Sea Observer reporting, I have clear sky, there is no sound, no aircraft are in sight.”
     Sitting in an office at the Manor, Judith was reading the day’s reports.
     “It was said of the occult artifacts, that the Gestapo have moved to the palace at Versailles. There was a reaction by most of the artifacts to something placed there.”
Judith looked to the window.
     “I wonder, could it be the painting or something in the painting, maybe some of the occult items they’ve collected are doing it. Could it be that something they have has so much power?”
She called for Alison and Peter, and read it to them.
     “We need to find answers to what those artifacts are, what they do, if any present a problem to us.” Alison said to them. “That sort of thing, knowing what is good, and knowing what is bad that is beyond us, we only get a feeling.” 
Ka-im was at a loss.
     “I am not aware what it could be with that much power. Though I know of one who will know Cla-ere will need to call for her, I’m not in contact of her,” said Ka-im.
     “Who could we send from here to find what they have, I will go myself, but I’ll need another?” asked Alison. 
     “Then let it be Ka-im, I’d wish it to be her as a General in our army she is best to find out what it is, or to make a list. Though we’ll need someone here, to know what it is if anything has that much power or if anything could be used for an invasion,” said Cla-ere.
Ka-im and Alison went into the painting.
Judith called Sgt. Seams to help them.
Peter asked her if she knew what or who he was as he thought that he was just a policeman for the local police. Judith didn’t agree nor did she agree with the general consensus that he was a contact on earth for them. Peter asked her what her thoughts were.
     “Considering that he was with them in Cotswold on Avon and he came here I’d be of the opinion the war office had been watching the witches for longer than they admitted to,” said Judith. 
     They had to wait in the office for much longer than they hoped for Alison and Ka-im to return. When they did return, they brought with them a list of everything they had found.
     “We would have been back sooner, but there was a lot of activity there; we had to wait for them to leave. Whatever they do have there they want to keep it secret.”
Det. Rathbone and Sgt. Seams listened as Alison tried to describe in detail what the guards were saying.
     “I’m not sure how to say this but of what I saw in the cell, it seemed to move by itself, and it caused the rest to move but not by much, I think more is needed to make them work, until then everything could be safe,” said Ka-im.
     “I’ll need to know exactly what was there before I report it as a threat,” said Cla-ere.
     “What I saw was in a locked cell but I didn’t know why it was locked. Though I did hear the guards say that it was sought by the Son I didn’t understand why they said that,” stated Alison.
     “We managed to get close enough though but couldn’t see who he was, he was faced away from us,” said Ka-im.
     “I did wonder why the cell was locked in that dungeon. Was it to stop us getting in or to stop it getting out and if it was to stop it from getting out what was it. All we have to go on was from the talk of the guards, and the emotions that the guards used when they talked of it,” said Alison
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Writer's Discussion / Re: Of Kal-na, Ka-im and Vixana
« Last post by Maidenscombe on August 26, 2014, 11:29:36 pm »
their undivided view, and it was because of that, that we are here, what I said about them being taught, it is about them being taught that. Another class is the basics of how to be a spy; that is if they ever get stuck over there after they have delivered the money. You’ll like how that is done.”
     “The question I have will be a bit easier to answer, it is about the name of this place, it seems a bit strange,” said Det. Moore.
Sgt. Seams looked at them with a bit of confusion, and then he began to smile.
     “Right, you mean about the manor itself, when it was first occupied by the people from the Foreign Off it was referred to as The Manor. When the first witches arrived here one of the younger witches was a bit more, shall we say outgoing and fun loving. One of the things she said at the dinner table, where everyone was, she joked. So this is where all you old men want to get us young pretty maidens to come.”
Sgt. Seams looked at Det. Moore’s face, he watched the expressions of her face change. Sgt. Seams said the name Maidenscombe as two words to Det. Moore.

     “This delivery service you’ve said about when do we find out what it is?” asked Det. Moore.
     “First things first, you need to have your wits about you here. If you want to go for a walk here you will need to keep within thirty yards of the buildings. If you do go beyond that you will find the anti-aircraft guns emplacements. And believe me many of those armed guards will not appreciate a person walking about behind them. Do yourself a favour, do not want to get close to those guns. Right now go into the entrance hall and have a good look about,” he watched them wander about around in the entrance hall, he gave them enough time to remember what they had seen. He walked forward until he was just in front of them and pointed the way into the front room, the door was the first left passed the main door. When they were near the middle of the room he directed them to look at the painting above the fireplace. He allowed them the time to really have a good look.
     “Now I have good news, it is time for the best part. What you want to see is under our feet; some ten foot below us in the basement. Just don’t forget what you have seen here,” said Sgt. Seams.
He led them back into the entrance hall and he had them stand near the bottom of the stairs. He said nothing allowing them to look about again.
     “I think I see what you wanted us to see. The paintings by the stairs, they are all the same as the one in that room, why is that?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “Yes, the ones you have seen they are almost all the same. No one knows why but whatever room you go in the painting will be the same and each painting is an oil painting. None of them are copies why that is, no one knows. Still, that isn’t why we are here. You want to know about the method of delivery, you won’t believe it until you see it.” He led them into the hall to a door under the stairs.
     “This will take us down to the basement,” he said and led them down a spiral stairway that was built of blocks of granite. The basement was massive yet even with so much space all there was down there were a desk, a chair and a painting on the wall a bit to the side of it. There was an open book on the desk and a pen next to the book. Detective Moore looked at the book, at the last entry.
     “It’s got time of departure, who and what time that person is expected back. Judith left an hour ago,” she looked to Sgt. Seams, “A departure from here, to where, what does it mean?”
Sgt. Seams stepped toward the painting he looked at it. “This painting is worth more than any other in Britain though it is not because of the quality. More because of what it can do. Detective Rathbone, come stand here and look closely at the painting,” said Sgt. Seams, “At the subject of the painting see how the building was built, the walls and window frames. Even take note of the door frame, at which way it opens and the size of the tree. Have a look at the windows then at the room inside the window.”
     “Exactly the same as the room we were in the room by the entrance hall. Good grief!” exclaimed Det. Rathbone, and she stepped back, “There, I just saw a woman she was waving to me, do I know her?”
She stepped forward to get a closer look. 
     “I do know her that was Judith. She is one of the missing. So how is she here, and in the painting?” asked detective Rathbone.
Without realising that the impossible had just happened she was stood before him.
     “What,” he looked at her, “How did you do that?” he asked her.
Astonished he looked to Sgt. Seams, but getting no reply he looked at Judith again.
     “It’s like this, in this house there are six painting of the same thing. This room, the room above and four more on the stairs but if you look very closely you can see a slight difference. Most are like this one inside the picture but this one can have differences inside the house in the picture. Like when you saw me wave to you. I don’t know how and I think I would understand it even less but only this one is true, oh and one other thing,” she smiled to him, “It is fun in there.”
Sgt. Seams went to her, he hugged her. “So Judith was your trip a success?”
Detective Rathbone looked to them as she was getting more confused every time she looked at the painting.
     “How do you get to the other place, where is the other place and if you’re taking the banknotes there, how is that done?”
Judith looked to Sgt. Seams.
     “Do you want to explain it to them?” She faced away. “This all started when Peter Featheringue taught us an advanced form of Astral Projection; our essence passed from one place to another place. How he knew is anyone’s guess. That was developed until we could take our German banknotes into France. Then we came here and we found the paintings here. She looked over her shoulder as Alison made her presence known.
     “What do you think?” asked Judith.
Detective Rathbone looked to behind her, Alison was stood there. She smiled to them.
     “She is one of us, an ancestor left her ability in the family.”
Detective Rathbone looked nervously at Sgt. Seams.
     “What does she mean by that?”
     “Don’t worry, Alison was asked to test you, and you’ve tested as she’d like,” said Sgt. Seams.
     “Long ago, an ancestor of yours was like us, one of us,” said Alison. 
     “What do you mean, one like you, oh.”
Alison grinned.
     “You’d need to be like us to know what the riddles are and how to answer them. Now I will soon take you to see the world inside the painting. So you’d better prepare.”
     The detective’s and Alison’s bodies were stood in the painting, in front of the fireplace.
     “If the way in is here where is the way out and is it a good place.”
     “If there wasn’t a war, then yes it would be a good place to go, but after the German army invaded Paris it became a Gestapo base.
     “But to about us, the riddles I said. Peter installed a few measures to make sure no one gets in who we don’t want in here.”
Detective Rathbone wasn’t so sure, she was told that the paintings were already here, if so then whoever put them here it would be their choice.”
     In the basement Sgt. Seams invited Det. Moore to inspect the artwork. She looked for Detective Rathbone and wondered why she was asked to inspect them. She casually looked then stepped back, surprised. She saw him near the fireplace, he waved to her.
     “We are in the painting so can show me where you go, where does the riddle start that is why we are in here isn’t it?” she asked.
     “The start was being able to get in the next part is finding the start of the riddle. Then if you can to answer the riddle, go to the stairs.”
Alison walked with him.
     “Now it is up to you as this is the start. For the first time I need to know that you know I need you to tell me what you see. Detective Rathbone looked both ways, she thought of what she could see. “Okay, now I will need to tell you what I see, for me to say to you what my thoughts are of what I can see.”
She looked at everything carefully she took note of the varnished wood paneling that was at both sides of the stairs. She moved closer, and looked at the paintings hung on the wall and looked along the wall at the three other paintings going to look at each one of those painting.
     “The paintings are the same.”
She looked to Alison.
     “So they are different, in some way they not the same, though they are of the Manor, the same yet not the same. Each one’s the same distance apart.”
She went outside to the front of the manor then came back in and stopped. “Now that was odd, if I am in a painting of the house how can I stand at the door and look outside?” She stood at the bottom of the stairs and concentrated on the painting there. She looked to the next one and so on until she looked at the one at the top of the stairs. She thought about each of the paintings.
     “It is the size of the tree that differs in each one. It gets bigger almost as though each of the paintings were made five years apart.” She looked to Alison but she neither smiled nor grinned.
She saw that she was going to have to solve the riddle with no help from her.
     “At first glance I thought it was about the height of the trees, it isn’t the only other thing I noticed was the door.” Going to the bottom step she looked at each of the other paintings. “On each of those paintings he saw they were all the same but not the bottom step, it is as though the painting there has a shadow inside the door frame which would indicate the door opens inward not outward like the others.”
     They were standing in a stone passage.
     “What now, where are we? Is this the second part of the test. Or is it that last part of the test?” 
He looked about in the passage and looked to Alison. “You are so helpful, thanks. Well this one won’t be the same as the first so what is here. She went to look at each of the paintings.
     “I doubt that this time there are five paintings not four.”
     “You what,” stated Alison, “Five pictures, that’s odd, I was told there was only four in here. The riddle was always to be of the house, so we could find the answer, the riddle was to stop anyone else getting in and getting out again if they came from our side, so who put the extra painting here?” 
     “That doesn’t affect me,” said Detective Rathbone, “I didn’t know that there was only meant to be four but it does mean that whoever created these tests knows about you. It was a puzzle about the house before so maybe it isn’t this time. The last picture is of a tree and behind it is field, so if I take it that the riddle is like before and the answer is not about why the house isn’t there, but it is about what is there. The answer would lie in the empty field, could it be that to find a clue to finding an answer is in the others.”
Detective Rathbone looked at the other pictures.
     “Did you notice anything?” asked Alison.
     “Only that the house is missing. And if I continue on from that then I’d get that the stone house is the clue.”
     “A stone house in a field, how could that be a clue?” asked Alison.
     “Maybe it isn’t in itself although maybe it is the elements of that which are the clue. Should I say that the house is made of stone, lots of stones? Then put stone in a field, one might think of a field of stones. That takes me back to when I was younger, if that was said to me my thoughts would have been about a stone circle.”
     They are both in another place.
     “It was a stone circle?” asked Alison, “Remember that as the link was so obscure it might come in handy.”
Neither of them could see where they were, as the place they were in was very dark. Shoulder to shoulder they touched so each faced the opposite way.
     “If we turn about slowly we will see everything,” said Det. Rathbone.
She stopped and told Alison that she could see a small light ahead.
     “That was a good idea,” said Alison, “Describe what you can see.”
     “Nothing it is still to dark,” he said. 
     “Then we’ll wait,” said Alison, “Until our eyes get accustomed to the dark, in a minute or two. Then we should go to the light,” said Alison.
     “I wouldn’t recommend that, stay where you are, for all you know there is a hole in the floor ahead.” 
     “I didn’t say that,” said Alison.
     “And it wasn’t me,” said Det. Rathbone. 
     “Though I stand in front of you, so because you cannot see me is the light behind me or is it in the dark in front of you?”
     “What?” asked Alison.
     “Of where I stand any light on me is behind me, there is no light in front of me so all you see is the dark in front of you. Does that mean the light is there for you to see, not for it to see you.”
     “That is what it sounds like, but is it? If the light is there for us to see. But it is not there to see us, is it like a lighthouse though not as a warning but as a guide?”
     “Does the light have a name and if so will you say the lights name?” asked Alison
     “You could move closer and see it clearer.”
     “We could,” said Det. Rathbone, “But we still won’t know its name. It will be the same if we meet you, if you don’t tell us your name we won’t know it. Plus there is what you said to consider, that there might be a hole just in front of us.”
     “I think I understand,” said Alison, “I know it is real because I see it just because it has no name doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.”
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Writer's Discussion / Re: Of Kal-na, Ka-im and Vixana
« Last post by Maidenscombe on August 26, 2014, 11:25:58 pm »

WITCHCRAFT AT WAR

     In the calm of a quiet sunlit morning with a clear blue sky, in the reception at the Beltone police station PC Steven Rawlings had just finished making sure his appearance was right. He tidied the displays behind the counter and made sure everything was in order. He checked the calendar to make sure that it showed the correct date; May the twentieth, nineteen forty he read it aloud to himself just to be sure.
     He had made sure that all the pens worked, and checked that there were enough information pamphlets on display. He looked about the reception area and wondered what to do next. PC Rawlings hated these mornings when he had to work at finding work to do, to look as if he was busy. He sat at his desk near the counter and began to doodle on a piece of scrap paper. Though a doodle is all he’d admit to, he wasn’t much good at art. Hearing the telephone start to ring, he reached for it quickly, then stopped himself, and waited for the third ring. He needed to wait that long because he wanted people to think he was busy. When he did answer the phone he tried to sound cheerful.
     “Good morning, how can I help you?”
He waited for a response then repeated what he had said, he hoped for a reply. Eventually he heard the caller greet him.
     “Morning, my name is Henry Newbury.”
PC Rawlings listened to what he was told the man said that he thought his wife was missing. PC Rawlings asked him to explain as he wanted to know what made him think that.
     “I work nights at a bread factory. When I left our home last evening my wife Alison had gone out which happens, but she wasn’t at home this morning. I rang her work, to see if she’d gone in early but she wasn’t there. So now I’m ringing you, though I’m not sure enough time has elapsed. It has only been sixteen hours that I haven’t seen her for.”
     “True, normally we’d prefer you wait for about twenty four hours, it would give the person time to return but I can take her details anyway,” said PC Rawlings.
     “Her name is Alison Newbury,” said Henry, “She works at The Marhaul Industries Factory as an Order Clerk. She is twenty six years old, fit and healthy.” 
     “I’m sorry to ask this but could she be at friends,” asked PC Rawlings, “Or with someone you don’t know about, from her work, I mean another man.”
The line went quiet.
     “She did mention two men’s names but that was quite a few months ago now, there has been nothing of late, their names were Peter Featheringue and Reg Farnsworth.
     “Thank you, does she do any evening activities?” asked PC Rawlings.
     “She is the secretary for a local ghost hunters club. They had always met on every Friday and quite often at the week-ends. They often went to a haunted house. Come to think of it, as far as I remember she was meant to be going to one in a week or two with some others.
They were from another club, and they were all women on that trip.”
     “Leave all you said with me,” said a thoughtful PC Rawlings, “I’ll take those details of your wife, and see about getting the ball rolling. Someone will contact you in a few days.”
     PC Rawlings took the information upstairs to the detective’s room, he hoped to see Detective Edwina Rathbone. Finding her sat at her office desk filing reports of a case. Detective Rathbone looked up.
     “Morning Steve, what can I do for you on such a lovely day.”

PC Rawlings looked to her detective Rathbone always reminded him of Margaret Rutherford, that look in her eyes gave warmth yet held a curious disposition. He gave her the list of details about the missing woman. He waited there while the detective read what was on the list.
     “So she’s only been missing for what, sixteen hours?” She looked further down the list,   
“Okay Steve, these men who are they? They don’t seem to be a part of this.”
     “I asked him if there might another man she had gone to, those are the names that were given. And he said they were who she was in contact with about a year ago,” said PC Rawlings.
Edwina looked to him she waited while he thought about it, she wanted to know more about her.
     “About the women who are mentioned they are all meant to be going to a haunted house with them, somewhere in South Devon or Cornwall. Come to think of it I can’t remember if he said the house was haunted or if the house is the ghost. There was one other thing but that is about that man, that Henry Newbury. There was something about him, I didn’t recognise the accent he spoke with, there was another that it felt as though he was trying to hide,” stated PC Rawlings.
Watching Steve leave the room detective Edwina Rathbone took the report of the missing woman to detective Moore in the incident room. As she walked into the room she noticed the names of two other missing women on the board.
     “What’s our Eddy in here for?” Edwina turned about to see detective Sandra Moore stood behind her.
     “I’ve got another one for you that will make it three women suspected as missing and in the last twenty four hours. These first two, what do you know about them?” asked Detective Rathbone.
     “Only their names at the moment I wasn’t intending to do much until they’d had time to return. But I’m not so sure know, considering yours as well, I can see that something is wrong. Just one missing woman is bad enough but with three missing at about the same time?
I’m not so sure, there might be a problem. Like they say two gives a link but three is creating a pattern. Any problem we did have it just got a hundred times worse,” said Det. Moore.
     “Wendy Rhodes aged twenty two and Greer Symes who is twenty four. Both went missing yesterday. Just Like mine, I have Alison Newbury aged twenty six, they’re all fairly young.”
     “If you don’t mind,” said Det. Rathbone, “I’ll help you on this one as my gut it is telling me something else is going on with them, I don’t think this case is as simple as it should be.”
One thing they didn’t have to concern themselves with, the area hadn’t been affected by any bombing as yet. Both the detectives agreed the first step should be to get some photographs of the missing to see what the women looked like. To see if they have they had the same hair colour, and if they are the same height.
     “I think it’ll be best if I go to see Wendy Rhodes parents first. Of all those who were reported as missing her parents were the first report I had.”
Detective Rathbone agreed with her.
     “You should check with the hospitals to see if anyone has been brought in. Though I haven’t heard of any one fitting the descriptions and while you are gone I’ll get Mrs. Newbury’s husband in, I’ll try to find a bit more about her.”
     Det. Moore knocked on the door then she waited a step or two from the house outside. The door was answered quick.
     “Have you heard from her?” Detective Moore asked.
Mr. Rhodes was sad. “Nothing, hearing the door just then I admit I did hope it was her.”

Detective Moore said she was an optimist.
     “Most of the time when young women go missing they do return usually after a day or so, but not always though it might be later. The reason I am here and I hope you can this, do you have a photograph of her.”
     “I think so, there is a good one upstairs, it is an eight by five photograph I’ll only be a minute,” Mr. Rhodes said.
     At the incident room in the station, Detective Moore put the photographs on the blackboard then she stepped back and looked at the new names.
     “You’ve been busy here, it looked bad before but now, with six new names and photos for them it does look a lot worse.”
     “You need to thank Mr. Newbury he was very helpful, though maybe he was to helpful. I don’t know what it was but he seemed to be too keen. It was as though he wanted to follow her not find her. When PC Rawlings handed me this case he said he had his doubts about him.” 
     “Did you do the interview while I was gone?” asked Det. Moore.
     “Yes, I saw that Henry in the cafeteria which put him at ease, I tried to make it sound like a chat over a coffee instead of an interrogation. He began to tell me so much stuff about Alison and the other women that I started to doubt him. Maybe it was that he was being to helpful. Anyway I rang the police stations where those other women come from, and the police station where they are from have all got them listed as missing it was at one of those places that the police had them as going to a haunted house that is in or near the town of Dartmouth. One thing I was told at those police stations, each one of the young women knew about Alison. The women’s names are Alison Newbury, Wendy Rhodes, Karen Parsons, Sandra Hillsam, Judith Wyrd and Greer Symes.”
     “I rang our people in Scotland Yard to see what they knew, I even asked about the men Reg Farnsworth and Peter Featheringue, but there was nothing still what we have isn’t too bad. We’ve only been on the case for a day or two. Plus it could be worse, that list I was given three of our missing we knew about,” said Det. Rathbone, “It might be for dead women, it might be a serial killer.”
     “I know that this isn’t a logical thought, but could those men be like them, are they missing or could this all be because of them?”
     “If it was just those two men I’d suggest they are part of the war effort but with those women as well, what could they do?”
They were interrupted by the phone hearing as it started to ring, Sandra answered it, she listened to what was being said.
     “Anything about the case?” asked Eddy.
Sandra put the receiver down, she was deep in thought.
     “That was a policeman down south a Sgt. Seams. He said he knows who we are looking for, all of them. And if we want to know any more about them we should meet him tomorrow in the morning at the entrance to Dartmouth Naval Base at ten.”
     “The Navy? What do you think they have got to do with missing women?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “I’m not sure they have anything to do with them, he did say that Reg Farnsworth is Brigadier General Reginald Farnsworth, that he is in the Foreign Office.”
     “That is interesting,” said Det. Rathbone, “Dartmouth is where most folk would say as down south.”

     The next morning the two detectives stood outside the main entrance to Dartmouth naval base. A car drew up next to them the driver leant from the car and asked us for our names, after detective Moore had told him he introduced himself.
     “I am Sergeant Seams I’m glad you decided to be here, if you’ll get it the car I’ll take you to there.”
     “Before we do go, we’d like to know a bit more about what is going on,” said Det. Moore.
Sgt. Seams agreed he said he would, but before he could he had something for us to sign.
     “Yesterday we had those women as missing, so should we meet them what can you tell us about them?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “First things first, you’ll have to sign this, it’s like an official secrets form,” said Sgt. Seams.
He watched as they signed the forms.
     “Good, now here are your security clearance passes make sure you wear them when we get there.” Sgt. Seams leant against the car.
     “About the girls you have listed their work is classified, they are on record as being in the foreign office, that’s MI5. They are all there and that includes Peter Featheringue. I told you about them because you wouldn’t have found any record of them which would have left an open case.”
     “So their whereabouts can be said to their families?” asked Det. Moore.
     “Close families yes, I’d prefer it if you said they were part of the war effort and not be too specific.”
     “So why are they wherever they are?” asked Det. Rathbone.
     “Those young women, Miss Wendy Rhodes, Miss Greer Parsons, Miss Karen Symes, Mrs. Judith Wyrd, Sandra Hills and Mrs. Alison Newbury. They came here a few days ago before that they did week-ends in Stow-On-The-Wold at a nice house there. That will have to do for now, I’ll tell you some more when we get there,” said Sgt. Seams.
     “Oh, it isn’t here, I thought it was,” said Det. Rathbone.
     “I couldn’t do that I’ve got to pretend I know what I’m doing, I mean this is MI5. What would you think if I said the place was the first house along. No it’s a twenty minute drive,” he said getting into the car, turning about, he drove to the ferry.
     “Where are we going?” asked Det. Moore.
Silence was her reply. For fifteen minutes they drove along the road signposted to Totnes,
cresting a hill they saw the town of Totnes. Then Sgt. Seams turned from the road onto a private drive. A few minutes later they stopped outside a big house.
     “This is what everyone calls the Manor,” he said, “The proper name for this is Maidenscombe Manor. You’ll have to wait to see those women until they finish their class.”
     “They are in a class why, what are they are being taught?”
     “They are being taught about the various ways to use Witchcraft.
If you come inside, I have the details of which room they are in.”
Detectives Moore and Rathbone stared at each other.
     “You don’t mean they are being taught how to do witchcraft, do you?”
     “No not them, they are learning what is involved with a specific activity. They know what to do, that is why they are here, but what they are to do is new.”
     “They are all here?” asked Det. Moore.
     “At the moment those six women are here but there soon will be more if you both agree to work here and I hope you do, you will be the people to contact their families, the immediate family and their loved ones.”
     “What if they live to far from here I know I will need a decent car. Mine just won’t do,” said Det. Rathbone.
“It will make no difference, even if they live in John O Groats or Lands End, transport will be provided to you even if it means a plane,” said Sgt. Seams.
The two detectives stepped away, they whispered to each one another then returned. “Those men, you haven’t said much to us about them, what can you tell us?”
     “Of Peter Featheringue, he is in charge here. He is a highly regarded man, in certain circles he is known as The Unicorn, the high priest of all English covens. The high priestess is Alison Newbury. Initially the War Office was like you, dubious to say the least, no one paid the people much heed until the witches proved themselves. And it was Peter Featheringue who convinced one of them. The man he convinced was Brigadier General Reginald Farnsworth.”
     “I’m sorry,” said Det. Moore, “I don’t see how witchcraft could help us win the war.”
     “That I can believe, it isn’t what many people would think possible until you relate to it like this. That Hitler has been collecting items of an occult importance. Those at the War Office agreed that like it or not, and it stood to reason at the time that the best way to fight fire is with fire.”
     “But according to what her husband said, Alison was in a ghost hunters club,” she said.
Sgt. Seams smiled.
     “And that is true, but if you look at it from the point of view of society as a whole. For one reason or another, those young women felt safer if they kept together. To be known as a ghost hunter or witch in those times a hunter of ghosts would be the easier option. That was more acceptable to many but to admit she was a witch and that all of her coven were from other parts of the country, being alone she would have invited much ridicule and she would have been sent to Coventry. And don’t forget in those days it was still illegal to be a witch.” He looked at their puzzled faces. “I’m sorry I thought everyone knew that saying, if everybody refuses to speak to a person it is said that the person has been sent to Coventry.” He watched their faces, it was as if a cloud of uncertainty had been lifted in front of them and they could see clearly again.
     “So when I first became involved I was very dubious about it all, not now though, as one of them that Alison took me to a side room she showed me what she called a parlour trick. What they do with magic, I would call a miracle; the impossible. I was told to sit down at the table opposite to Alison Newbury I watched as she placed her hands palm down in front of her on the table. A five pound note was put on the table in between her hands. After five minutes of silence 
Another five pound note appeared beside that one. It was exactly the same as it. I watched her as she just stared at it for a while longer. Then she said I could touch it, so I did. I touched it, felt it, played with it, but it was just like any other five pound note. I held it up to the light to see how real it looked, to see if there were any flaws, then she set it on fire while I was holding it. She said that what she had caused to be was an exact replication of the other exact down to both notes having the same numbers on the banknotes.”
     “That is a shame, still not the sort of thing to do twice is it?” asked Det. Moore.
Sgt. Seams took both the detectives to a room near the kitchen, there were boxes piled on boxes all over the floor.
     “Look at them hundreds of them, maybe more, there are thousands of pounds of German money and each note is a forgery and each package is ready to go. But that’s nothing compared with the delivery method, that is what caused consternation. That is what caused MI5 to give
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General Discussion / Writing plays for the stage
« Last post by Maidenscombe on July 30, 2014, 03:44:43 am »
I decided I'd try my hand at writing a play for the stage, but finding out the hows, and what not to do is a bit hard to do are a bit hard.
Does anyone have any knowledge on scripts writing for the stage, or any links to theatres in the UK?

I'm trying to write a comedy.
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