Constables of the 14th Ward Part 3

[Leif]

Ooc

Alarion stands in his battered but (thanks to Thea) clean armor, walks to Mattie, and goes ....to speak to her in a controlled voice...his eyes are now stormcloud-grey. "Goodwife, has our new team member offended you? Be honest, please"

SoulFetter walks a beat 'round his neighborhood, checking in on friends and acquaintances and keeping a weather eye out for trouble until time for the squad meeting with Iggy.

There's a joke to be made here, somewhere, I'm sure of it! any takers?

 

[Rhun]

Brae also prepares to move out with the others as dinner is ended and the dishes are collected.

 

[Fenris]

Originally Posted by Helfdan
Alarion stands in his battered but (thanks to Thea) clean armor, walks to Mattie, and goes ....to speak to her in a controlled voice...his eyes are now stormcloud-grey. "Goodwife, has our new team member offended you? Be honest, please"

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Originally Posted by Mowgli
SoulFetter walks a beat 'round his neighborhood, checking in on friends and acquaintances and keeping a weather eye out for trouble until time for the squad meeting with Iggy.

There's a joke to be made here, somewhere, I'm sure of it! any takers?

OOC: I don't know weather I should reply to that challenge. I wouldn't want to be the lightning rod for any more abuse. Nor would I want to rain on anyone's parade. Braz is off to a stormy relationship as it is, and his introduction was not met with thunderous applause. But perhaps the ill wind can blow out and leave us with clear skies again. Otherwise Braz will get tired of the cold shoulder from the icy stare of Alarion. And that's snow fun.

 

[Fenris]

Alarion stands, and addresses his fellow constables. "My friends, 'tis clear to me we must be getting about our business." He then looks directly at Braz, and speaks in a tone that is still friendly. "But before we leave, Constable Kzaniskan, I insist you owe an apology to goodwife Mattie. Trust me, it will only reflect well upon you."

Braz grumbles a bit then finally says "The beer was alright, and the staves was pretty good." Yopu get the impression that from this irascible, dour dwarf, that that actually is an apology for him.

Braz gets up and does nod his head to Mattie as he leaves behind Tiny.

 

[KerlanRayne]

Tau rises slowly from his seat. "I will be seeing you all at the Magistrate's office tomorrow. Until then." Tau moves away from the table and out the door.

 

[Leif]

OOC: I don't know weather I should reply to that challenge. I wouldn't want to be the lightning rod for any more abuse. Nor would I want to rain on anyone's parade. Braz is off to a stormy relationship as it is, and his introduction was not met with thunderous applause. But perhaps the ill wind can blow out and leave us with clear skies again. Otherwise Braz will get tired of the cold shoulder from the icy stare of Alarion. And that's snow fun.

OOC: Wow. Next time, I'll try to be more careful what I ask for. Good show, Fenris!

OOC: What plans do the constables have for the rest of the day? Anything?

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion sighs, and shakes his head, but keeps his peace. He smiles at Mattie. "I also apologize, dear lady, that you were thus discomfited by our squad." He then follows the others outside. He plans to make sure Bayard is fed and brushed, so that they will be ready for the next morn's travails. After that, he means to clean his armor, and perhaps attend evening services at the temple of Morwyn.

 

[Rhun]

Brae returns to his home, a small flat a few blocks from the Costabulary office. It was simply but tastefully decorated; nothing too fancy, but it suited the wandering cleric quite well. Divesting himself of his arms and armor, Brae poured himself a glass of single malt and relaxed back into a overstuffed chair. It was part of the ritual he had fallen into to unwind from the day's events.

He didn't have many asperations for the rest of the day. Perhaps a nice, warm bath, laundering his clothing, and cleaning his armor and weapons...all in preparation for another trek into the swamp on the morrow.

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Alarion]The knight finds himself at the evening mass at the Healing Halls of Morwyn. The small church in the 14th is popular, particularly with women and there is a decent turn out. This evening's service includes a homily about one of the aspects of Morwyn, the Guide. An Icon, a wooden statue, very nearly life size, has been brought here from another temple for a period of weeks while that temple is undergoing some construction. The icon of the Guide is carved in the image of an old and bent woman looking into the distance while holding lantern lit with continual flame in her outstretched arm. The icon is unveiled for the first time tonight and as luck or fate would have it, the icon is turned such that it is staring straight at Alarion when the cloth is lifted. He gets the uncanny sense that a living being is staring into his eyes for just an instant. The momentary vision could be seen as disturbing, for in addition to coming to the aged in dreams to provide images of loved ones, friends and noble deeds, the Guide is said to come and warn a select few in the moments before their death. [/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

[sblock=Tau]On the street, the Ilumian finds the weather in flux. There is perhaps a storm brewing or at the very least a change in the weather is in the air. Dark rooks look down at him from the eave on an abandoned shop where once toys were sold. Now only a broken toy soldier lays forlornly in the window. An odd smell, mildly unpleasant and unfamiliar lingers on the breeze from the direction of the lake. [/sblock]