Constables of the 14th Ward Part 3

[Scotley]

Darius' pocket pilfering turns up little. The orcs are not big on written communication it seems. Common wisdom would say they are all illiterate, but he does find a poorly scrawled dirty limerick in one fellow's pocket--A crude piece about the unlikely congress of an elf and a dwarf. Their are some strange scripture like verses scrawled on a wall in the main house. The verses seem to be in praise of being named Thelugadam who seems to be regarded with both fear and gratitude for the gifts he has bestowed. The verses suggest a personal connection with this deific being. None of you have ever heard of such a religion or power.

 

[KerlanRayne]

Tau studies the scripture, writing it down and taking other notes. "Very interesting, I will have to do some research on this topic back at the library." After his is done he addresses the entire group. "Well, nothing left here. Let's go home." He then begins walking outside towards the way they originally came, expecting the others to follow.

 

[Fenris]

Tau studies the scripture, writing it down and taking other notes. "Very interesting, I will have to do some research on this topic back at the library." After his is done he addresses the entire group. "Well, nothing left here. Let's go home." He then begins walking outside towards the way they originally came, expecting the others to follow.

"Shouldn't we head back into the mill and make sure there are no more bolt holes down there first" asks Braz

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

"I'm for that - I'd rather clean it out while we're here than give them a chance to reset their traps, or make new ones!"

 

[KerlanRayne]

OOC: I thought we searched everywhere and didn't find anything else.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Yes, my post was intended to imply that this place is done for. I certainly won't object if you choose to ignore that, but our intention was to wrap up this adventure, split up the treasure and move on to the next adventure. We are open to something else if you prefer.

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion, hp 23/61

The knight-turned constable, now back on his warhorse, rides up next to Raul and looks towards the hill. "Whilst I enjoy stomping orcrats as much as the next knight, I believe this cabal is finished. And a few survivors are a fine object lesson to other would-be smugglers!" He laughs before turning to Brae. "Not to mention the doctrines of mercy as taught by Morwyn and Meda, father."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Shrugging good naturedly, SoulFetter follows along behind his friends as they head back to the city.

"Right, then - a quick report to Iggy and then I think it's about beer o'clock!"

 

[Leif]

"Triumphant"(?) Return to Lauralie Summerhome

The constables gather themselves and all their stuff and make their way back towards the city. After some minor inconveniences that merit no further discussion, they find themselves nearing the city gates. A quick flash of a bronze badge or two gains them speedy admittance within the city walls, and they find themselves in the comfortable confines of the Fourteenth Ward once again, and soon enough, they are entering the Magistrate's office:

"Ahhh, home at last, I see," says Ignatious Ironshirt. "Well, out with it! Let's have that report of what you've been off galavanting about doing whilst the poor widows and orphans of the Fourteenth have been making do without their protectors!"

(Looks like Maddie is going to have to keep those staves hot for a bit longer...)

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion, hp 23/61

Alarion bows crisply, despite his muddied, blood-spattered and battered armor. "We were successful in eradicating the orcish raiders, Magistrate!"