Constables of the 14th Ward Part 3

[Rhun]

Braevil Talisker

Brae arrives, his armored boots thumping on the floor of the office as he enters. The often rough-looking man is well dressed this morning: His armor is polished to a shine, his clothing clean and fresh, and his beard newly trimmed. "Good morning, my friends," he says in a booming voice, perhaps a bit too jovial for so early in the morning.

 

[Leif]

14th Ward Magistrate's Office Ignatious Ironshirt

Iggy looks up at Brae's entrance and says, "Well, bless my rotten old soul if you don't clean up right nicely, Brae! Or, uh, I guess I should say Constable Talisker, since you look so formal and everything. Come in, come in, have a bite and a seat!"

 

[Rhun]

Brae smiles at Iggy. "Well, we can't have the populace thinking any of your fine constables are shiftless layabouts, now can we?" The cleric pours himself some tea, and snatches a crumpet from the plate.

 

[Leif]

OOC: Let's see, we're still missing Braz, Darius, and Raul at least, I think. (Gee, I hope I'm not forgetting anyone! Dang, Scotley, we've got too many pcs to keep up with! ) We'll give the others a bit longer to join the festivities. Scotley, feel free to take over anytime the urge hits you, if you have time.

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Not sure why we have several constables that haven't chimed in, but I fear we'll lose more if we continue to wait. Forgive me for railroading a bit, but I want to get this train moving...

The Constables soon find themselves on the street with reports of break-ins being up in the market area and a body found in a notorious alley as well as the usual fall festivals causing problems it proves to be a busy day on the streets of the 14th. The usual lunch crowd has already departed by the time the footsore band makes their way into the Polished Staff for some much needed grub. Mattie pours the usual with hardly a word of greeting. She looks tired with her hair pulled back and eyes red-rimmed today.

 

[Helfdan]

Sir Alarion

"By my Troth!" Alarion sighs as he happily sits down and reaches for a flagon of cool ale. "It seems the whole ward goes mad at this time of year! Does anyone know who that was who ended their days in that cursed alley?"

 

[Leif]

In The Polished Staff -- Maddie Bulgar

"Aye," says Maddie, "But it's not just in the 14th! The whole of Lauralie Summerhome goes quite mad this time of year. Maybe it's just hormones?"

 

[Rhun]

Brae runs a hand through his now disheveled hair and turns bright eyes at Maddie. "This is my first experience with the Autumn Festival here...quite rowdy indeed. You wouldn't happen to have anything a bit stronger than the standard brew, would you? I could use a wee drab of something that will knock some sense back into me."

 

[Leif]

In The Polished Staff -- Maddie Bulgar

Maddie winks at Brae and says, "I don't know about knocking sense into you, but I do have a wee dram or three that should finish knocking what's left of your feeble sense to a place where it shan't trouble you until spring!"

 

[KerlanRayne]

"There have been some quite interesting research done on the psychological underpinnings of the festival. It goes back to the origins of the festival and shows meaning that has been lost through the years. Fascinating read." Tau says absently while reading an obscure book and munching on a biscuit. The title seems to be written in Dwarven.