Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Scotley]

[sblock=Alarion]The opposing knights both display excellent form and while Alarion's blow is well aimed and hits the shield a glancing blow, Upjohn finds a near perfect mark that rocks Alarion in the saddle. The lance shivers into a shower of splinters. Alarion's deft riding allows him to stay in the saddle as does his foe; albeit with somewhat less smooth agility. Upjohn wheels his horse around and rides to Alarion raising his visor to reveal an older man with an impressively bushy set of sideburns and mustache. "Well done sir knight. I do not have another lance, will you accept a draw or must we make another pass lance to mace?" He pats a large ugly gray mace hanging from his saddle horn.

OOC: Charging Lance (1d20+10=29)

Ride (1d20+12=21)
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[xedr]

Darius, Alarion, and Wally meet up as agreed on Wednesday and go seeking information on the Edge. They discover that, unlike all the other weaponsmiths, the Blue Basilisk folks are on pace for a record year. Leaving Wally watching the back alley, Darius and Alarion enter the Blue Basilisk establishment and strike up a conversation with the sales people, seeking information about who has been buying weaponry by the crate and/or wagon load. Darius identifies himself as a constable with his new replacement baton. Gather info (1d20 4=16)

 

[Helfdan]

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Alarion raises his own vizor as he approaches Sir Upjohn. "I will gladly accept a draw, Sir Upjohn. You are a brave and doughty knight, and it would be most churlish of me to request you to face me mace-to-lance. And as we are merely sporting, mace-to-sword would be e'en less appropriate." The young man smiles as he bows. "It has been an honor to cross lances with you, milord. You have more than proven your lady Eniz a paragon of grace and beauty. May I ask, what brings a knight such as yourself to these lands?"

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If he survives until wednesday to accompany Darius Alarion contents himself with swaggering behind his companion and keeping an eye out for possible trouble.

 

[Leif]

Darius, Alarion, and Wally meet up as agreed on Wednesday and go seeking information on the Edge. They discover that, unlike all the other weaponsmiths, the Blue Basilisk folks are on pace for a record year. Leaving Wally watching the back alley, Darius and Alarion enter the Blue Basilisk establishment and strike up a conversation with the sales people, seeking information about who has been buying weaponry by the crate and/or wagon load. Darius identifies himself as a constable with his new replacement baton. Gather info (1d20 4=16)

[sblock=Darius Gathers Information]Darius learns that the vast majority of the Blue Basilisk products are being shipped outside the city, and that Bue Basilisk has contracts to supply some foreign militaries with weapons. It is these standing contract orders that make up the bulk of their business.

"But Blue Basilisk now, I tell you what, they make the finest dang maces that I've ever saw! If you gets busted upside the head with wunna dem thangs, I gare-ronn-tee you gonna know you been whacked!"[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

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I'm really not sure what Brae would do with the time off...visit the Temple of Meda, or maybe some neighborhood churches. Maybe wonder the 14th Ward, getting better acquainted with the streets and establishments.

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[Leif]

Brae

[sblock=Braevil Talisker]All of that sounds like a good plan. And when you are taking some meals in The Polished Staff, Mattie makes it a point to get better acquainted with Brae and tell him lots of the current gossip of the 14th.[/sblock]

For All:
Looks like this Wednesday meeting called by Darius is getting to be almost mandatory, huh?

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Alarion]"A draw it is sir. I knew you for a chivalrous fellow the moment I laid eyes on you." Upjohn extends a hand. "As to your question of what brings me to this land, it is my land. I think a better question would be what brings you to this land." He says this last in good humor and with no hostility in his voice. [/sblock]

 

[Helfdan]

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Alarion narrows his eyes curiously as he shakes the man's hand, and starts to feel the certainty that he is soon to be embarrassed. However, as is befitting of a knight, he spoke plainly and bravely. "I hail from the forest-kingdom of Tolandor, to the far north. I travelled here as a knight-errant, but meseems that Barcarus had other plans for me, as I currently am a constable in fair Lauralie Summerhome." He pauses briefly, then proceeds. "You say this land is yours... and I cannot doubt the word of a brave knight such as yourself... As this land belongs, by feudal rights, to the Archduke... Prithee, milord, what rank hold you in the Arch Duchy?"
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[Leif]

[sblock=Alarion]"Good, gentle Sir Knight, I pray you do not embarrass me further by asking such questions of me now. Suffice it to say that this is, indeed, my land. I would not speak of such sordid, mundane affairs now. But I would like to meet you again to test your mettle further, shall we say, on the morrow at about this self-same hour?"[/sblock]

 

[Helfdan]

[sblock=DMs]

"As you wish, your gra.... err... milord. I shall be here at the appointed time. 'Twould be an honor to practice my skills with a knight of your skill and worth." Alarion bows deeply yet gracefully from the saddle.

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