Longacre - Current Time is Roughly 11 AM for ALL PC Groups
"We're here to deliver a message for the doctor," Cole says as they enter the building. "Is she in at the moment?"
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Tiefling, Strix and Aasimar don their sashes and simply walk about the city heading to the Apothecary Shop. They find the front door open. A citizen sits at the counter visiting with Rohalendi.
He looks up with a bit of a start, "Can I help you gentlemen?"
Please Castiel offers his most winning smile.
Alic looks at Corven and smiles. "Shall we? I'll take the lead." He heads inside and moves directly for the counter, hoping to speak with Bolgart Caggan himself rather than anyone else.
"By all means," Corven readily agrees with an accompanying smile. "I am assuming words will be used first? I am not against taking care of this peacefully, although I am not entirely sure Bolgart shares this particular point of view, especially if our previous encounter is any indication. He certainly seemed... uncooperative, at first anyway."
Hel's preference for privacy and stealth is, perhaps, at odds with her new role; in a town of sixteen hundred, though, almost everyone is going to eventually recognize almost everyone else, and the few weeks she's been around means that she's already gotten a good start on the recognition factor. Walking next to Cimri, she regards the Archbaron's sash with reluctance, but finally puts it on.
"This way," she says at one point. "If Kels is who I think he is, I seem to remember him going into a place over here ..."
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The man grins at Castile chuckling at the inflection in which he states, Please.
"Doctor, a few men here to see you, representatives of the ArchBaron I'd wager".
Doctor Rohalendi exits from the back and gazes at the assembled men, "How can I help you Gentlemen, I take it you are here on official business?"
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Hel manages to remember where Kels' home is located, on the edge of the south city of the city. Cimri walks beside her in silence nodding at Hels suggestion, "I sort of remember this one, I'm not one for music truth be told..."
As you arrive at the house the Ladies find the area with sparse foot traffic. Looking in the one window of the small house you see no one inside.
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Battered shields and dull polearms decorate the walls of The Last Stand’s taproom, overlooking the tavern’s bar and tables. A small stage rises to the left of the bar, in full view of the room.
Caggan and Kels are here with 10 other townsfolk and three tavern employees. The numbers currently here would seem to exceed the mandate set by the ArchBaron.
Bolgart Caggan stands at the end of the bar, wearing a heavily stained apron. Riley Kels sits on the stage. eyes closed, strumming a cherry wood lute and crooning an awkward ballad.
The Bard's not noticed Corven and Alicarus' entrance. The tavern’s patrons do though and mutter and shoot you both nasty glares. Caggan simply ignores the two of you as he listens to Kels' warm up for the afternoon crowd.
"Exactly," Cole says. "The archbaron has decided that we'll be enforcing his decrees and has given us leave to decide the details of said enforcement. As such, we're granting your request for an exemption from the curfew. So long as you have legitimate medical business, you and anyone else necessary for said business will be allowed out after hours. We wanted to inform you in person so there was no confusion." He smiles at her, looking actually interested in something for the first time all day. "We wouldn't want to deprive the townspeople of their doctor in these trying times. I hope this makes things a bit easier for you to handle."
"Yes, in fact we are!" Pelleas sets her written list of requests down on the table, crossing his arms across his chest after he adjusts his sash. "We've been named special agents of Archbaron Fex, and as such have been given the authority to make decisions on your exemption requests. You will be able to move freely about after curfew in regard to medical emergencies, and I will leave it up to your discretion as to whether a patient's condition is serious enough to deserve an exemption for extended family to visit them in groups larger than the writ allows. In such cases, please attach such approval to the door of the home with a signature attached, if you would please."
"Yes, in fact we are!" Pelleas sets her written list of requests down on the table, crossing his arms across his chest after he adjusts his sash. "We've been named special agents of Archbaron Fex, and as such have been given the authority to make decisions on your exemption requests. You will be able to move freely about after curfew in regard to medical emergencies, and I will leave it up to your discretion as to whether a patient's condition is serious enough to deserve an exemption for extended family to visit them in groups larger than the writ allows. In such cases, please attach such approval to the door of the home with a signature attached, if you would please."
Castiel's mouth quirks at the mention of discretion. Resurrectionists were vital to the healing arts, but still, distasteful. Everyone wanted to benefit from their work, but no one wanted to know details. As if such intricate knowledge of living things could happen through a book or imagination. I've always found night-work particularly thrilling. The quiet in the air, so thick you bent over with the weight of it all. Yet, so quick, and nimble and liberating, like being being buried beneath a mound of finest down. The night flowers blooming, and crickets playing a dainty melody. Only the owls and mice bear witness. Like, in the poem the Island of Lost Dreams... Take only memories, and be as footprints upon the shore.
Alicarus moves up to the bar, ignoring Caggan ignoring him, and leans onto it. His eyes sweep the tavern, taking in the patrons and the bard--anyone who scowls at him receives a mirthful smile in return. If Caggan finally pays him some heed, Alic turns back and gives him another smile; if not, he eventually taps the bar to get the man's attention.
"It's my understanding that you've somewhat disregarded the posting that was issued, sirrah. And now I find a heretic bard spreading hypocrisy and treason in your establishment. It doesn't look very good, however you spin it. So what say you turn out the rabble-rouser who'll only cause you trouble, and move on with you life as a law-abiding citizen?" Alic's smile never fades throughout the speech.
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Dr. Rohalendi smiles at Castiel, "That is quite lovely Master Castiel it was yes?
I thank you Master Markov and I am sorry sir but I do not recall your name was it Cole? It appears that my concerns about the state of the city were unfounded. While I have doubts as to whether you will be less heavy handed about the law than the former Sheriff, I and my patients will rest easier knowing that an exemption has been made for the sick.
I will be sure to place writs on the doors of the ill as you have requested. I will not approve of familial visits except under limited circumstances to reduce the problems those family members may have as they travel about at night".
The man in the apothecary remains impassive at the news.
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The Bard takes notice of Alicarus now and ceases his singing, Caggan turns to him and states, "I'm pretty sure yer writ says that no more than twelve patrons can congregate together. There do be eleven patrons and four employees including me. Of course, countin' yer presence here we do be exceeding the limit by two, so if you two would kindly move along so I can allows one more paying customer in that'd be much appreciated.
I don't know anything about any rabble rousing. If ya got an accusation make it, if ya got a writ serve it. Otherwise, you can move along..."
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Dr. Rohalendi smiles at Castiel, "That is quite lovely Master Castiel it was yes?
I thank you Master Markov and I am sorry sir but I do not recall your name was it Cole? It appears that my concerns about the state of the city were unfounded. While I have doubts as to whether you will be less heavy handed about the law than the former Sheriff, I and my patients will rest easier knowing that an exemption has been made for the sick.
I will be sure to place writs on the doors of the ill as you have requested. I will not approve of familial visits except under limited circumstances to reduce the problems those family members may have as they travel about at night".
The man in the apothecary remains impassive at the news.
Marvelous! I, too, am sure the people of Longacre will rest well knowing their medical needs are well taken care of! They are truly fortunate to have a such a dedicated healer among them!
Castiel smiles winningly and turns to the apothecary. Don't you agree, my good gallipot?
Corven remains silent as he is fairly certain Alicarus has more to say in reply to Caggan's words. Still, he stands ready and vigilant in case this escalates into something more than a simple debate, at the same time keeping his eyes on the Bard, a faint smile on his lips. The meaning behind it clear enough. "Do not do anything stupid."
Alic sighs openly at Caggan's comments, and his eyes narrow as he looks around the tavern. "Actually, Caggan, I see ten patrons, four employees, and a wanted man. It hardly seems appropriate to consider a criminal when determining legal occupancy."
He turns back and sets his hands on the counter. "I'm feeling a tad upset, but far be it from me to deprive someone of a learning experience. So if you'd be so kind as to apologize for the rude tone you just took, and let us know that you won't interfere in delivering this insidious minstrel to justice, and we'll be on our way with smiles on our lips. I don't think you'll be very appreciative of the alternative."
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"Indeed", she replies to Castiel.
"Then I believe we'll be on our way. Have a good evening Miss Rohalendi." Cole nods to the doctor and heads back out into the night. "I suggest we split up and get on with our business then. We'll cover more ground if we go our own ways."
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Caggan swallows a gleam of fear in his eyes but that's all he shows as he replies, "You got a writ showin' my entertainer is a criminal? If not I don't think you and yer cloaked friend, who I ain't never seen about town before, are takin' him anywhere. If ya' do decide to take him then I have to wonder why the ArchBaron bothers to write any laws down cause it would seem ta' me that there ain't no law atall in such a case.
I done some checkin' up on you though. Seems despite yerself the kids i this city like ya'. This doesn't have ta' go down with violence. You come back with a writ ya' can take him. I don't want no trouble with the new law if yer it".
A few of the patrons begin to file out after Alicarus makes his threat, now the occupancy is 7 patrons.
When Caggan begins to acquiesce, and particularly when he comments on no need for violence, Alic is suddenly all smiles again. He claps his hands and positively beams at the bartender. "Yes, of course, a writ. I don't know if my companion here happens to have one on his person, but I believe some of our other friends do, and I should think they'll be here shortly. I'm ever so glad you've seen reason, Master Caggan. I do so hate resorting to unnecessary tactics, and I don't know the pain would have done you a great deal of good just now."
The aasimar turns to regard Kels for a moment, and hums aloud. "That said, would you mind terribly if we began to make our inquiries of your, ah, 'entertainer,' while we wait for our companions' arrival? I swear on my honor not to instigate any violence toward him within your establishment. I only hope to help speed things along, so as not to trouble you any further." He turns back to Caggan and gives him a smile. "You do strike me as an honest man who respects the law, even if he doesn't particularly love it. In some ways that makes you all the more admirable."
Then Alicarus winks and pulls a coin from his purse. "In any case, I'd like a drink. You don't happen to have any Egorian brandy, do you? A little nice burning in my throat never goes unwelcomed."
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The "entertainer" approaches from the stage and stands at the bar eyeing the Ripper dubiously, "What are the crimes I have committed I assume I have a right to know them yes?"
Caggan meanwhile heads around the bar and pours a drink for Alicarus that is not what he asked for, it's brandy but cheaper stuff.
The patrons discontinue filing out but appear nervous.
"Then I believe we'll be on our way. Have a good evening Miss Rohalendi." Cole nods to the doctor and heads back out into the night. "I suggest we split up and get on with our business then. We'll cover more ground if we go our own ways."
That sounds sensible, Mr Sungazer. Castiel smirks and wanders off about town. Meandering through the streets,he bows and smiles at passersby, entertains them with a few notes from his harp, and, in general, portrays himself as a typical bard and dandy. All the while, he's slowly making his way towards the tavern, while keeping an ear out for idle gossip.
Alicarus takes his drink with a smile, and turns to face the bard. "Master Kels, is it? I'm given to understand you've been causing a disturbance. Rousing the rabble, or some such? There are any number of legal decrees for your actions, but I won't bother you with lists in Infernal unless you're truly interested. Rest assured that for the time being, you're simply being detained for questioning. You might not even face an actual criminal accusation."
The aasimar sips his brandy and grimaces, both at the taste and the minstrel. "Although I harbor my doubts to your innocence, and I suspect you do as well. It might be better if you simply come clean about your actions, sirrah. I'm no enemy of free thought, until it turns to inciting chaos and heresy. I might be able to find mercy for you if I fully comprehend the circumstances as you see them."
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The patrons in the bar hiss at Alicarus' explanation, Caggan calms them down as Kels looks to him".[/b]
Caggan responds, "Look pal. Get yer writ n come back. I'll keep him here like a good citizen. I don't want no trouble for me or for my place. I'm sure this is a buncha phooey anyway Kels".
"Then I am sure you will not mind if I keep you company while you do? Keep him here that is," Corven speaks up, moving just a little closer to Kels, albeit in a non-threatening and rather casual manner. "How does that sound, Alicarus? Care to bring that writ while I stay with these fine gentlemen? Or would you prefer our roles reversed? I do not particularly mind either way," he continues, a shrug of mild indifference complementing his words.
So long as Alic doesn't sense any deception or other trouble in Caggan's words, he nods at Corven. "If the proprietor of the establishment is fine with it, I am as well. I'll seek out our companions to establish the writ, and we'll return posthaste."
He finishes his brandy, exhales as he sets the glass on the bar, and gives a rattling bow to Caggan. "Again, my apologies for the trouble." With that he steps out of the tavern and waits a short distance outside, knowing the others will be along soon.
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Alicarus, you sense that Caggan has no intention of detaining Kels...
Alic steps outside, and makes his way to the nearest alleyway or other shadowy spot, where he steps against the wall or crouches down to drop out of sight. He'd done his best to make this peaceful and simple, but if it came to an arrest in the streets, so be it.
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Caggan turns to Corven, "How about a drink while you wait?"
Kels sits at the end of the bar seemingly dejected.
"I think not, but thank you for the offer," Corven replies simply, a thin smile on his face. The man then moves to approach Kels, sitting beside the bard. "You do not mind," he says, more a statement than a question. "I am not going to tell you to cheer up, or that you have nothing to worry about. From your expression, I should think that you believe you do and that is enough. Still, I would very much appreciate it if you did not add escaping arrest -or attemtping to anyway- to the list of things you have to worry about."
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Kels stares at Corven the fear plain on his face.
Caggan approaches Corven and smashes a mug full of ale over his head, "That ones on the house f@&%er!"
Caggan Attack (Broken Weapon) - Damage
"Get out of here Kels", roars Kagan as he strikes at Corven once more, this time with what remains of the shattered mug.
Caggan jams the shards of the mug into Corven's face.
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You head out of the Last Stand and around the corner to the alley, you consider what you should write for a writ when you hear a commotion coming from inside...
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Castiel is walking about town getting a feel for the public, the two of you decide it's time to head to teh Tavern to ensure that the Ripper and Corven have apprehended the criminal Kels, assuming that he is still there of course.
As you get near the place, you both spot Alicarus step outside and head around the side of the building. Lost in thought he does not notice the two of you through the crowds. The crowds though it seems have started to learn just who the two of you are and give you a wide berth.
When Alic hears the sound from the tavern, his head jerks to glance over his shoulder at the place. Sounds like the law needs further enforced.
"Is that... Alicarus?" Pelleas adjusts his sash across his chest, moving farther through the crowd. "Alic? Alicarus? What're you doing outside, do you have Kels? Where's Corven?"
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Castiel and Pelleas decide it's time to head to the Tavern to ensure that the Ripper and Corven have apprehended the criminal Kels, assuming that he is still there of course.
As you get near the place, you both spot Alicarus step outside and head around the side of the building. Lost in thought he does not notice the two of you through the crowds. The crowds though it seems have started to learn just who the two of you are and give you a wide berth.
As soon as the others are out of sight, Cole ducks into a nearby alleyway and slips into the shadows. He tucks his sash and clothes inside his back as he changes his outfit. His wings flare open and he pulls out slightly bloodstained black over his leather armor and a burnished steel helm. The metal is one solid piece, covering his entire face save for a small slit for the eyes. With a savage smirk, he launches himself into the air and soars over the rooftops toward the tavern. How he missed flying free when he was in town with humans. He swooped down as he neared the building, landing on a roof across the street and settling down to see what the situation was.
Not expecting an attack, especially one so sudden, Corven's head and face feel as if they explode with pain. The dizziness that follows is hardly a surprise then, and the same holds true for the fact that his attacks against the tavern owner miss entirely.
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The Bard rushes towards the back door as Corven's flurry misses the Tavern owner, certainly the vicious cuts received have something to do with that!
The glass now starting to be more of a hindrance than a weapon, Caggan drops it and opts to throw a wild haymaker at Corven but the punch misses.
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Castiel increases his speed slightly as Alicarus comes back out from the alley and approaches the front door.
The crowd begins to disperse a bit as the two sash wearing begin to pick up speed as they approach the Last Stand.
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Having just arrived in Longacre last night, you decide to take a walking tour of the city. It's the best way to become familiar with any city really and this one is no exception.
As you head down a side street contemplating how you can best aid the officials of the city, you spot two such officials both human females, easy to spot with their red sashes, attempting to pick the lock on a citizens' front door. At that moment the front door pops open, one of them spots you looking and glares at you, "Official business citizen". Is her explanation.
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Eowithe comes to a halt in her exloration of the city when she see's the two sashed women working the lock of the nearby residence.
Her autotmatic response to the declaration of 'official' business almost has her nodding politely and continuing on, but....
"Official business, you say?" Eowithe says, hands on her hips, "I would think 'officials' of the city of Longacre wouldn't be working a lock like a pair of common thieves! Explain yourselves!" she exclaims.
Taking one last look at Caggan, Corven offers him just a thin mirthless smile, the meaning behind it clear enough. Still, the man does not stay and fight, seeing as how the real targt is making a run for it. Instead he simply ignores the tavern owner and sprints behind the bard.
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Faster than the patrons can blink, Corven rushes the back door to ensure that the Bard Kels does not get away.
Indeed he does not. The Bard turns and find you at his heels...
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Castiel increases his speed slightly as Alicarus comes back out from the alley and approaches the front door.
The crowd begins to disperse a bit as the two sash wearing begin to pick up speed as they approach the Last Stand.