Post by Fewms on Mar 1, 2008 16:13:04 GMT
The Nawab's Double Vision
by Fewms
As your new Nawab, I am proud to represent the interests of our wondrous Kingdom. As I do not know many of you personally, Earwax had intended to interview me for an introductory piece. However, being busy she asked me if I might take care of it myself. And of course I am happy too oblige. Although I am rather hard to track down, after several days I finally managed to catch up with myself in the Traveler's Rest.
Fewms: Before we begin, let me say what an honor it is to finally speak with me.
Fewms: Oh, no, the honor is all mine, believe me.
Fewms: First off...I'm a native of this Great Kingdom, am I not?
Fewms: That's right! I was the illegitimate son of the last Pharoah by one of his concubines. Fearing the wrath of the Queen, my mother placed me adrift in a reed basket on the Djel, where I was discovered by a kindly garlic farmer that raised me as his own.
Fewms: Do I honestly expect me to believe that a reed basket with a baby in it would survive 30 seconds among the sacred crocodiles of the Djel? I'm not fresh off the caravan, you know!
Fewms: Okay, I can see that I can't put one over on me. No, actually I was the eighth son in a family of simple garlic farmers in the floodplain of the Djel. Hi, Mom!
Fewms: Eighth son? Ah! That explains the wizard robes.
Fewms: Right again. I was a member of the very last graduating class of Djelibeybi's own Institute of Illusory Learning, where I was inducted into the Ancient Order of the Scintillating Scarab.
Fewms: Hmmm...I can't help noticing that I'm not wearing a pointy hat.
Fewms: True enough. But we Klatchian Wizards don't share the identity crisis suffered by our brethren and sistren Across the Pond. We know who we are by the trail of smoking boots we leave behind.
Fewms: Bold words, indeed! And now from humble beginnings I have risen to the post of Nawab of the Djelibeybi Treasury. What is my vision for that esteemed post?
Fewms: I intend to preside over an era of unprecented economic growth, and prosperity for our citizenry.
Fewms: Any specific programs in mind?
Fewms: Oh, certainly. I have any number of outlandish and probably infeasible ideas that are sure to make the Magistrates shake their heads in dismay. However, I intend to ply them with fermented fig extract until they ratify every one.
Fewms: And let's not forget that all citizens are encouraged to contact me with their own ideas for city funds. Well, I wish me well in all my endeavors! Thank me for my time.
Fewms: Any time!
by Fewms
As your new Nawab, I am proud to represent the interests of our wondrous Kingdom. As I do not know many of you personally, Earwax had intended to interview me for an introductory piece. However, being busy she asked me if I might take care of it myself. And of course I am happy too oblige. Although I am rather hard to track down, after several days I finally managed to catch up with myself in the Traveler's Rest.
Fewms: Before we begin, let me say what an honor it is to finally speak with me.
Fewms: Oh, no, the honor is all mine, believe me.
Fewms: First off...I'm a native of this Great Kingdom, am I not?
Fewms: That's right! I was the illegitimate son of the last Pharoah by one of his concubines. Fearing the wrath of the Queen, my mother placed me adrift in a reed basket on the Djel, where I was discovered by a kindly garlic farmer that raised me as his own.
Fewms: Do I honestly expect me to believe that a reed basket with a baby in it would survive 30 seconds among the sacred crocodiles of the Djel? I'm not fresh off the caravan, you know!
Fewms: Okay, I can see that I can't put one over on me. No, actually I was the eighth son in a family of simple garlic farmers in the floodplain of the Djel. Hi, Mom!
Fewms: Eighth son? Ah! That explains the wizard robes.
Fewms: Right again. I was a member of the very last graduating class of Djelibeybi's own Institute of Illusory Learning, where I was inducted into the Ancient Order of the Scintillating Scarab.
Fewms: Hmmm...I can't help noticing that I'm not wearing a pointy hat.
Fewms: True enough. But we Klatchian Wizards don't share the identity crisis suffered by our brethren and sistren Across the Pond. We know who we are by the trail of smoking boots we leave behind.
Fewms: Bold words, indeed! And now from humble beginnings I have risen to the post of Nawab of the Djelibeybi Treasury. What is my vision for that esteemed post?
Fewms: I intend to preside over an era of unprecented economic growth, and prosperity for our citizenry.
Fewms: Any specific programs in mind?
Fewms: Oh, certainly. I have any number of outlandish and probably infeasible ideas that are sure to make the Magistrates shake their heads in dismay. However, I intend to ply them with fermented fig extract until they ratify every one.
Fewms: And let's not forget that all citizens are encouraged to contact me with their own ideas for city funds. Well, I wish me well in all my endeavors! Thank me for my time.
Fewms: Any time!