Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Leif]

I think the fight with Arles was in the morning (correct me if I'm wrong, Scotley), so after that (which took very little actual time), recovering, messing around, etc., we'll say it's about noon?

7/21 edit: Answer to Darius:
"The sheriff is to be found a short distance down the road in the second village, Pleasant Ford."

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Seems right...but I figured the local Sheriff is probably at least a couple hours away, or the area would still fall under the jurisdiction of the city, right? So I was just guessing by the time we reach the sheriff and discuss, it will probably be late afternoon/evening...

 

[Leif]

DM's musing

Hmm, well, the constabulary of Lauralie Summerhome generally has a jurisdiction limited to one Ward of the city. And then there are the just-outside-the-wall types like Alarion's buddy Upjohn. But this is a couple of miles down the road, far enough to be considered a separate village, but not a long journey by any means. Still, we'll go with your preference for starting tomorrow to keep things simple, 'cause: "If the constables ain't happy, ain't NOBODY happy!"

 

[pathfinderq1]

"Even if we aren't ready to start the actual visit to the mill, perhaps we ought to seek out the sheriff and speak with him. That shouldn't take too much energy, and personally I'd like to say that we accomplished something on our trip out here- getting smacked around by a giant floating eyeball does not qualify as a successful outing. And anyway, perhaps the sheriff might have some information that we can use in planning our trip to the mill..." Thea tried to sound reasonable, but it was obvious that their less-than stellar performance against the beholder was bothering her.

OOC: I think we ought to at least make contact with the sheriff, though I will agree that actually going to the mill can wait until folks are rested.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: I think we ought to at least make contact with the sheriff, though I will agree that actually going to the mill can wait until folks are rested.

I concur.

 

[Leif]

Carolton Drueglefish

The Ranger in his fishing vest looks puzzled. "You appear to be in agreement, then, but you're all just standing around like you're waiting for someone to guide you." He hitches up his breeches, takes his fishing vest off, revealing his armor, folds the vest carefully, and hands it to Professor Berfubble. Then he checks his blade in its sheath, and says, "Alrighty then! Follow me, men! I am the guide around here, after all," he says with a glance at Jonas as if he wonders why Jonas didn't take charge. And with that, Carolton Drueglefish begins to proceed down the road. "Just wait here for me, Haswan, I'll be back before you know it."

"Yesssss, Carolton, whatever you say," says Haswan Berfubble with an exasperated look on his face. Professor Berfubble then casually flings Drueglefish's fishing vest on a large rock under the nearest tree, and moves to bring up the rear of the procession. "I mean, really! It's not like I'm a Full Professor at the LCA or anything! These armsmen just treat us like we're their common valets," says Professor Berfubble with a wink to Moru.

Edit Not, 7/21: post #411 now contains an answer to Daruis's last question. My apologies for not seeing the question earlier.

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion

The knight chuckles from Bayard's saddle as their two erstwhile guides banter. A look of repproach crosses his face as suddenly he climbs down from the saddle and walks alongside Thea. "Forgive my ill manners, milady Amalthea! I was quite high-strung after the battle, and expecting further foes, thus I prepared for lance-combat. But for a trip such as this, 'tis unseemly that I ride whilst you walk. I shall walk as well, and Bayard can carry you, if you will." He then adds with a smile: "And as for being o'ermatched by the horrid beast, your concern is misplaced. There is no greater glory than standing your ground 'gainst an unbeatable foe! I believe our courage on that lakeshore earned us the blessings of Barcarus and Terak -- thus are we all both alive and hale." The destrier seems to snort in agreement.

 

[pathfinderq1]

Alarion

The knight chuckles from Bayard's saddle as their two erstwhile guides banter. A look of repproach crosses his face as suddenly he climbs down from the saddle and walks alongside Thea. "Forgive my ill manners, milady Amalthea! I was quite high-strung after the battle, and expecting further foes, thus I prepared for lance-combat. But for a trip such as this, 'tis unseemly that I ride whilst you walk. I shall walk as well, and Bayard can carry you, if you will." He then adds with a smile: "And as for being o'ermatched by the horrid beast, your concern is misplaced. There is no greater glory than standing your ground 'gainst an unbeatable foe! I believe our courage on that lakeshore earned us the blessings of Barcarus and Terak -- thus are we all both alive and hale." The destrier seems to snort in agreement.

"It isn't so much a concern of being overmatched that bothers me," Thea replied calmly. "But rather that I am a constable, and much like our Magistrate, I fight to win. I'll admit the courage, and the blessings, for as you say, we stood up to the creature and lived- but I would still prefer to have been victorious." She paused, and looked over at the horse. "And as to having me ride, while you walk- don't be daft. I'm a city girl, and I'd feel ridiculous perched up there, never mind that I've no training as a rider. Besides, I'm wearing no heavy armor, carrying almost no equipment save for my Haversack- and Indract is already on my case for being the least fit of this team. If he heard I was slacking off by taking a pony ride, I'd be on double workouts for a week. If it really nags your sense of honor _that_ much to ride the horse that you are specially trained to handle, while a woman walks, while that is easily solved." In the space of a heartbeat, Thea reached up and turned her wide-brimmed hat around backwards- by the time she had finished there was a twinkle of magic, and her appearance changed to that of a slightly-built young man with the faintest shade of a moustache. "There, that should do." While the speech still had Thea's cadence and accent, it was deeper, more gruff.

 

[Helfdan]

"And as to having me ride, while you walk- don't be daft. I'm a city girl, and I'd feel ridiculous perched up there, never mind that I've no training as a rider. Besides, I'm wearing no heavy armor, carrying almost no equipment save for my Haversack- and Indract is already on my case for being the least fit of this team. If he heard I was slacking off by taking a pony ride, I'd be on double workouts for a week. If it really nags your sense of honor _that_ much to ride the horse that you are specially trained to handle, while a woman walks, while that is easily solved." In the space of a heartbeat, Thea reached up and turned her wide-brimmed hat around backwards- by the time she had finished there was a twinkle of magic, and her appearance changed to that of a slightly-built young man with the faintest shade of a moustache. "There, that should do." While the speech still had Thea's cadence and accent, it was deeper, more gruff.

Alarion laughs as he removes his helm and hangs it from his saddlebow. "'Tis not a matter of honor. E'en now, my mother would still tan my hide, regardless of my golden spurs, if I were so ill-mannered as to ride whilst you walk. But worry not, should danger arise, manners shall be set aside."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

SoulFetter

Glad am I to have found a team that holds as highly to the ideals of honor and responsibility as I. This easy comraderie reminds me of home . . . my family and tribe. Gods grant that prove myself worthy of this new family.

SoulFetter falls in alongside his peers.