Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Leif]

Carolton Drueglefish

The crusty veteran ranger smiles at the brash young knight of Tovarre. "Hail, Sir Alarion. How farest thou this fine day? I trust that the horrors of the Eye Tyrant are all now forgotten? When he says this, Drueglefish instantly turns a deep crimson, almost purple! "But I forget myself. 'Twas not thee that fled the scene like a frightened girl, 'Twas ME!"

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre

Alarion laughs. "Worry not, master ranger! Only a fool would not feel fear when facing such a beast. But If you feel the need to prove your worth in battle - to yourself, as we require no such proof, and already hold you in high esteem - you are more than welcome to come with us when we face these orc renegades." He opens the door to the sherriff's office, gesturing for the others to step through. "Let us see what the local justice keeper has to say."

 

[Rhun]

Brae steps through the door, nodding his thanks to the knight, and looks around the room beyond slowly, giving his eyes a minute to adjust from the brightness of the day.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

SoulFetter

SoulFetter ducks and turns slightly to fit through the doorway, clapping a hand to Alarion's shoulder as he passes.

 

[Scotley]

It is rather dim inside the thick-walled building with its slitted windows. The inside is a large main room. Three doors lead from the room. One stands open while the other two much heavier iron-bound oaken doors are locked tight. As Constables you can guess they lead to the armory and the lockup. Stairs lead up and down as well. The sound of coughing comes from beyond the open door. Going closer you see a handsome middle aged man sitting behind a desk with a blanket wrapped around his hunched shoulders. He is pale and sweating. He looks up from rummy eyes and asks "May I help you?" He blinks and his face lightens as at least some of your number are familiar to him. "Carolton, what brings you to town?"


[sblock=Alarion]You recognize Sir Upjohn, fellow knight and jousting partner as the sheriff. He looks quite ill compared to the last time you saw him.[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

The ranger responds, "Well sir, these Constables would like to talk to you."

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre

"Morwyn's Mercy!" Alarion makes his way to the sheriff's side. "You look unwell, milord. It seems it is us who must offer help, in more than one problem."

 

[Scotley]

Sir Upjohn shivers obviously feverish. "Yes, I am a bit under the weather and short handed at the moment. There's been a mine cave-in and most of my people are there helping out while I'm stuck her with this blasted fever." He looks up at Alarion, "So what can I do for you Constable? I don't believe I'll be up for jousting again for a few days at least."

 

[Rhun]

"Let me take a look at you, Sheriff," says Braevil, pushing past his companions. "We need to make sure you don't have anything too serious."


Heal +10 to diagnos the Sheriff.

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Rhun]Brae quickly determines that the Sheriff has Slimy Doom. His condition is more serious than he realizes. More importantly, Brae suspects the disease is not natural in origin but likely the result of a contagion spell cast within the last 3 days.[/sblock]