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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Sjt. Malcolm MacWilliam[/i] [br]After the Campbells’ Soup story had circulated among the Highland Regiment, Malcolm became a bit of a celebrity. Oh, not to the point that he was given special treatment by all the Campbell NCOs and Officers, only that Malcolm and the lads always seemed to be talking about food when the Campbells came around. Whenever one of them would be spotted, the conversations would switch to briskets and beef, squirrels and chickens, soups and breads, and all sorts of foods. But, the Campbells were not finished with Malcolm and his previous-Jacobite comrades. For a mysterious situation arose which embroiled Malcolm and his comrades; a situation which they were as puzzled by as were the Campbells. It was a particularly bright night when the mystery first occurred. The moon lit the whole of the concourse between the castle and the outside walls as Pvt. Malcolm MacWilliam and Pvt. Duncan MacLaren came to the close of their watch. They were talking quietly, Malcolm having a bit of a pull on his watch pipe when MacLaren’s eyes grew wide, his mouth gaped and he pointed behind Malcolm. Malcolm turned quickly, just in time to see two blue-hued figures resembling wisps of fog in kilts and bonnets disappear through the castle wall. “Whaaaaa....what was that?”, whispered Malcolm. “I dinna know. But when I first saw, uhh, the twa figures.....they...”, and Duncan paused and giggled in his fright, “uhh, they were relieving themselves against the wall! Come, lad! Let’s see what these spirits are about.” Now, as Scotsmen, spirits were of no surprise. They were raised at their mothers’ knees to believe in such stuff and to be respectful of the Fae, the fairy folk, and not to be scared into a catatonic state by such sightings. Malcolm and Duncan rushed to the place where they had seen the two spectres disappear. The moon lit up the wall and there, in bright blue script were the letters "RC". The two soldiers stared at it in disbelief. Then Malcolm reached out his right index finger and touched the letter, wiping it, he looked. No color was on the digit. He reached back and rubbed the letter R with the side of his fist. Looking again, there was still no color on his skin. “Strange, very strange”, whispered Malcolm. “It is dry and will not come off the stones. What does it mean and what were those blue spirits we saw?” At that moment they heard a hiss behind them. Standing there with a disgusted look was none other than Cpl. Campbell. “Well, lads, painting on the castle walls? What is this mischief and tom foolery. Come! Off with ye to see the Sarjent Campbell.” Malcolm and Duncan shrugged their shoulders and marched off with the Corporal. A few minutes later found them in the Sarjent’s barracks explaining what they had seen, of the blue-misted Fae and of the blue-hued "RC". “Humphhh”, growled Sjt. Campbell. “Tis not the first time we have seen this script. It’s time we caught you Jacobites putting yer filthy secret codes on the King’s property. In the past several weeks we have found this "RC" script in the kitchens, on the wall behind the necessaries, and even in the Captain Campbell’s quarters. We know it ‘tis a Jacobite plot and we have figured it is a code for none other than the words "Royal Charlie"!” At that, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cpl. Campbell opened it and there stood Lieutenant Campbell. His eyes were wide, face white and his hands were trembling. The Sarjent stood and quietly asked, “What is it, man?” “I.....I have seen another blue "RC"...it’s been written on the outside of your door....and, I saw twa figures, like blue fog......uhhh, putting the script on the doors with their.....Uhhh.... Gawd help me!!” And the lieutenant fainted away. They rushed outside and for sure, a bright-hued blue "RC" was “painted” on the wooden door. Duncan spoke. “You see, Sarjent. ‘Twasn’t Malcolm or I, it’s the Fae! For all we know the script is to mean "Rotten Campbells"!” An [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.