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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4230387" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Madman: Part 2 – Preparing for the Interview</strong></p><p></p><p>The Fortress of Justice was the main headquarters for the Sea Lord’s Guard, located in the Old City. The Fortress consisted of three separate buildings surrounded by a tall stone wall. The top of the wall was tipped with spikes, covered with pointed barbs. </p><p></p><p>Entrance into the Fortress of Justice was through the main gate, located on Mollusk Street. It was the only entrance and exit to the compound. Two thirty-foot tall towers flanked the gate. Kham stood before a portcullis.</p><p></p><p>The gate swarmed with relatives of the prisoners, as well as curiosity seekers, preachers, petitioners and protesters. Each and every one of them was screaming to get inside. </p><p></p><p>“No word?” Vlad shouted to Kham over the din. </p><p></p><p>“None,” said Kham. “But then, pop doesn’t always receive messages. It can take time before I hear anything.” </p><p></p><p>“It doesn’t look like we’re getting inside,” said Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>Kham waved at a guard. After a few minutes of shouting and gesturing, a gap-toothed guardsman shoved his way over to him. He was tall, with one lazy eye, a hooked nose, and a few days of stubble. </p><p></p><p>“Blimey! What 'ave we 'ere then? Look there, it's da bi' ov fluff what kicked me befawer. Couldn't keep away from me, could yew love? Know what I mean?”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė rolled her eyes. “Of all the guardsmen in the world, it had to be this guy.”</p><p></p><p>Her comment sent off a snickering fit amongst the guards.</p><p></p><p>“Aw, don’t be like that!” The guard puckered up. “Give me a kiss an' I'll let yew in.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė reached for her thinblade.</p><p></p><p>Kham put one hand on her shoulder. “Maybe we can use this to our advantage. Try, you know…being nice.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė glared sideways at the val. “I don’t do nice.”</p><p></p><p>“Try.”</p><p></p><p>The elorii turned back to the guard. “Look. I’ve got this.” She held up the symbol of the Order of Drac. It was a medallion with a ship on it. “So why don’t you be useful and let us in.”</p><p></p><p>The guard squinted at the medallion. “Now why didn't yew say so? Anythin' fer yew love!”</p><p></p><p>Polearms were thrust through the gate, forcing the crowd backward. The portcullis was slowly winched upwards, enough to allow them entrance. The crowd shouted angrily, but the thicket of polearms kept them at bay. </p><p></p><p>“That’s the Courts,” said Kham. He pointed to an official-looking building. Guardsman stood at the entrance. </p><p></p><p>The prison guards gaze sullenly at them as they made their way to the Courts. </p><p></p><p>“Who yew lookin’ for?” asked the guard.</p><p></p><p>“You’re still here?” asked Ilmarė. “Don’t you have something better to you?”</p><p></p><p>The guard grinned a gap-toothed grin. “Not a chance, love. You’re my responsibili'y while you’re in 'ere. I wouldn’t wan' anythin' awful ter 'appen ter you. Not unless yew asked first, anyway.”</p><p></p><p>The guard led them to Judge McGowan’s office. </p><p></p><p>Judge McGowan had brown hair with a trimmed beard and rather bushy eyebrows. His table was elevated, such that they had to crane their necks to look up at him. </p><p></p><p>“Egil sent us to interview Lucius,” said Kham matter-of-factly. He kept his hands thrust in his pockets.</p><p></p><p>McGowan sipped at some tea as he looked them over.</p><p></p><p>“I won’t be attending the interview with Lucius today,” he said in a nasal drone. “I think it will be more fruitful if he sees people he can trust. However, I would like to get a transcription of Lucius’ interview, so my secretary, Mr. Reeves, will be present to take shorthand.”</p><p></p><p>A thin, pinched man with steepled fingers stepped out from behind the desk. </p><p></p><p>McGowan paused. </p><p></p><p>“There are a couple of points of procedure to observe: Although Lucius is not dangerous, no sharp objects or writing utensils should be carried in. In addition, there will be a guard, Price, present in the cell with you at all times.”</p><p></p><p>Price waved enthusiastically from the doorway. Ilmarė slapped her forehead.</p><p></p><p>“Lucius should not be given any news of the outside world. I should warn you that he might say little and what Lucius does say may be irrelevant to what was asked. He has had little contact with others here at The Tombs.”</p><p></p><p>“Right,” said Kham. Price led them out of the room.</p><p></p><p>“Why no writing utensils?” asked Ilmarė. “Are they afraid he’ll write a nasty letter to the Captain’s Council?”</p><p></p><p>“Let’s hope it’s not another budding playwright,” said Beldin.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4230387, member: 3285"] [b]The Madman: Part 2 – Preparing for the Interview[/b] The Fortress of Justice was the main headquarters for the Sea Lord’s Guard, located in the Old City. The Fortress consisted of three separate buildings surrounded by a tall stone wall. The top of the wall was tipped with spikes, covered with pointed barbs. Entrance into the Fortress of Justice was through the main gate, located on Mollusk Street. It was the only entrance and exit to the compound. Two thirty-foot tall towers flanked the gate. Kham stood before a portcullis. The gate swarmed with relatives of the prisoners, as well as curiosity seekers, preachers, petitioners and protesters. Each and every one of them was screaming to get inside. “No word?” Vlad shouted to Kham over the din. “None,” said Kham. “But then, pop doesn’t always receive messages. It can take time before I hear anything.” “It doesn’t look like we’re getting inside,” said Ilmarė. Kham waved at a guard. After a few minutes of shouting and gesturing, a gap-toothed guardsman shoved his way over to him. He was tall, with one lazy eye, a hooked nose, and a few days of stubble. “Blimey! What 'ave we 'ere then? Look there, it's da bi' ov fluff what kicked me befawer. Couldn't keep away from me, could yew love? Know what I mean?” Ilmarė rolled her eyes. “Of all the guardsmen in the world, it had to be this guy.” Her comment sent off a snickering fit amongst the guards. “Aw, don’t be like that!” The guard puckered up. “Give me a kiss an' I'll let yew in.” Ilmarė reached for her thinblade. Kham put one hand on her shoulder. “Maybe we can use this to our advantage. Try, you know…being nice.” Ilmarė glared sideways at the val. “I don’t do nice.” “Try.” The elorii turned back to the guard. “Look. I’ve got this.” She held up the symbol of the Order of Drac. It was a medallion with a ship on it. “So why don’t you be useful and let us in.” The guard squinted at the medallion. “Now why didn't yew say so? Anythin' fer yew love!” Polearms were thrust through the gate, forcing the crowd backward. The portcullis was slowly winched upwards, enough to allow them entrance. The crowd shouted angrily, but the thicket of polearms kept them at bay. “That’s the Courts,” said Kham. He pointed to an official-looking building. Guardsman stood at the entrance. The prison guards gaze sullenly at them as they made their way to the Courts. “Who yew lookin’ for?” asked the guard. “You’re still here?” asked Ilmarė. “Don’t you have something better to you?” The guard grinned a gap-toothed grin. “Not a chance, love. You’re my responsibili'y while you’re in 'ere. I wouldn’t wan' anythin' awful ter 'appen ter you. Not unless yew asked first, anyway.” The guard led them to Judge McGowan’s office. Judge McGowan had brown hair with a trimmed beard and rather bushy eyebrows. His table was elevated, such that they had to crane their necks to look up at him. “Egil sent us to interview Lucius,” said Kham matter-of-factly. He kept his hands thrust in his pockets. McGowan sipped at some tea as he looked them over. “I won’t be attending the interview with Lucius today,” he said in a nasal drone. “I think it will be more fruitful if he sees people he can trust. However, I would like to get a transcription of Lucius’ interview, so my secretary, Mr. Reeves, will be present to take shorthand.” A thin, pinched man with steepled fingers stepped out from behind the desk. McGowan paused. “There are a couple of points of procedure to observe: Although Lucius is not dangerous, no sharp objects or writing utensils should be carried in. In addition, there will be a guard, Price, present in the cell with you at all times.” Price waved enthusiastically from the doorway. Ilmarė slapped her forehead. “Lucius should not be given any news of the outside world. I should warn you that he might say little and what Lucius does say may be irrelevant to what was asked. He has had little contact with others here at The Tombs.” “Right,” said Kham. Price led them out of the room. “Why no writing utensils?” asked Ilmarė. “Are they afraid he’ll write a nasty letter to the Captain’s Council?” “Let’s hope it’s not another budding playwright,” said Beldin. [/QUOTE]
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