"We have his journal." Kaisaras eyed Fargrim from the side, understanding the accusation, but finding it in poor taste, especially since he didn't even bother to ask them if they had any prior to calling them out. "Deeds to what he did, and explanations towards him attempting to set up the Ironward family." He then gave a slight nod towards Kurstin who had picked it up and explained the contents the day before.
"Well, that's something isn't it Sergeant? Lamm wouldn't have just let them take his journal. I don't have a dog in this fight because I wasn't part of taking out Lamm. Obviously, if I was, we'd at least have part of him to give you. Anyhooo... they should probably still get some sort of bounty or reward. Shouldn't they? Apparently, one of their crew even died during the effort. That's got to be worth something."
"We are not barbarians to carve trophies from people...although we did give his corpse over to the Jeggare. And it seems we have a new mystery to solve...how did Lamm get his hands on children who were supposed to be in an orphanage? Unless the Guards are going to investigate this potential criminal collusion?"
"Besides the journal, all I have as proof is my word and the scars on my face. I was one of Gaedrenn's Lambs - I give you my word that he is finished," Danse responded. To him, it was proof enough - the journal would suffice to prove the party's work, but Danse stared into Sergeant Famira's eyes with the look of one who has seen too much for being such a young age. The light in the room shifts to highlight the myriad of scars lining his face.
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Those who look into your eyes can see that you have faced unimaginable horror and that you are no stranger to darkness. Though they might fear you, commoners will extend you every courtesy and do their utmost to help you. Unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them, they will even take up arms to fight alongside you, should you find yourself facing an enemy alone.
'And you have the word of Radgar Stoneheart, and the testimony of these children. I'd say you're fairly flush with evidence of his defeat and death you are.' the cleric is visibly agitated by the suggestion that he would lie about something so serious. HIs face reddens and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, the anger building and clear for anyone to see.
"I'm not trying to cause any offense." the Sergeant sighed as the group barraged her with questions, "I was just stating a fact. As for the orphanages, we're not sure but we suspect he either had someone on the inside or swiped them when no one was looking. Let me look at the journal." she added as she motioned for Kaisaras to hand it to her.
After scanning it's contents for a bit, she closed the journal and looked back at the party in front of her. "Well this does seem to track some of the crimes we suspected Gaedren of having perpetrated, and quite a few others we were unaware off... but like I mentioned earlier, I'm not in a position to do much at this time. I'll be sure to show this to my superiors whenever they return..." the Sergeant looked away and paused for a moment as if pondering on something. "...though to be honest, I haven't had any updates from them since they left last evening." Turning to face the party once more, "You all have managed to make it through the city relatively unscathed which is more than I can say for most people. The Citadel is already perilously thin on manpower and I cannot spare any extra men at the moment but I need to know what's going on around the city. Would you all be willing to track down the Field Marshall on the Guard's behalf and get some information for me?"
"I am willing to track down the Field Marshall, but I want to get these children safely to my parent's house across the bridge. This is my sister, Irma. I know my parents would be most grateful to finally get her back." Kurstin replies to the Sergeant. "We'll also need some additional information, like where was the Marshall headed and how many soldiers were with him?"
"I am willing to track down the Field Marshall, but I want to get these children safely to my parent's house across the bridge. This is my sister, Irma. I know my parents would be most grateful to finally get her back." Kurstin replies to the Sergeant. "We'll also need some additional information, like where was the Marshall headed and how many soldiers were with him?"
"Regarding the Field Marshal, she is almost certainly still at the Castle handling its protection personally. I can give you a note which should get you access to her or another one of her officers stationed there. As for East Shore, as a preemptive measure, the entire area was put on lockdown by the Steel Brigade early last night. So though it's by far one of the most secure parts of the city at the moment, no one is allowed in or out of the Ward, even current residents; the Marshal might be able to get you across though if she had a reason to do so. The children are welcome to stay here in the interim if preferable. It'd be safer then bringing them back into the Midland Ward or near the Castle."
Danse recalled the sight he viewed through the now fast-asleep owl on his shoulders. He indifferently shrugged - the wards didn't mean too much to him, and the streets were always relatively lawless. He had survived just fine on his own. "I suppose a little extra something to line my pockets with would be appreciated. I will tag along - my work with Gaedren is complete," he offered. "The children should stay here until the city settles, but alas - I'm not one for caring too much. Why was specifically the East Shore locked down?"
"It's partially because the Brigade are headquartered there whenever they're not on duty outside the city and partially because it falls in line with their "Standard Operating Procedure". No matter the reason, it's been locked down tight."
Kaisaras ponders a moment, but then slowly begins to speak, "If there be children who would be better kept in the East, until such a time that it is safe, then I can make arrangements." He reaches up a single finger to tug down his scarf mask. The party had all seen his face, save their newest member, when they fought in Lamm's base, but as he revealed his face, he put up a finger to his lips, motioning to the room rather than anyone one in particular as he continued speaking, "It would require some delicacy since most wouldn't take kindly to the idea that some people are being allowed through. No need to overcomplicate matters, yet."
Radgar nods decisively at the Sargents mention of helping the Guard and tracking down the Field Marshall 'Aye, I'm always happy to lend my hammer to the Guard, and a daresay ye could use the help.' gesturing towards the kids 'You keep them safe and we'll find yer boss'
Fargrim is anxious to get moving. "What are we to ask of the Field Marshall? Do you want them back or just want us to let them know you are thinking of them and you miss them?" Fargrim knew he was being a smart ass but just wanted to needle the Sergeant a bit.
Nodding as he glanced to the rest of the group before speaking, Kaisaras motioned with confidence, "I think I speak for the party when I say we can handle delivering such a note, if nothing else. It'll also give us the chance to see how the rest of the city is faring."
When told to hang back, Kaisaras offers a polite bow to the Sergeant, speaking warmly, "I'm sure my friends here can accommodate the children until our return while we speak." He then hangs back as directed until the door is closed and the sounds of footsteps are gone.
Kurstin accompanied the children to the small barracks room assigned to them. It likely a junior officer's room, with an extra bed quickly brought in to give the two boys and two girls a place to sleep. Kurstin handed the guard some gold coins and asked them to see about getting the children some clothes - and then having what they were wearing either washed thoroughly or burned!
"OK, Irma, I need to go back out there and help find the Field Commander, I want you to stay here and help look after the twins. When I get back we'll get you home - it shouldn't be too long. I hate to leave you again after finally finding you, but you saw how crazy everything is out there in the city right now, and this is the safest place for you for now. I love, baby sis!" He wraps here in his arms and leaves to join the rest of the party.
Scene 3: On the way to find the Marshall
Seeing the crowd ahead and sensing their hostility, Kurstin quips, "Here we go again...alright, stand by for another crowd-dispersing stink bomb!" He grabs another stone and writes a set of runes and symbols on it, then presses his thumb against it. When the group was ready, he would throw the stone into the center of the crowd, where it would begin emitting the strong scent of a skunk in a 10' radius!
Scene #2: Kaisaras couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head at his long-time friend's gap in attitudes as he walked closer to her desk, "Thank you for that. I hadn't originally planned to stay out so long, but I couldn't let Lamm have the chance to slip away again....I'll ask that you send word of my wellbeing to my house if you can. I'll help out with the Marshal, but then I need to get back, you know how it is." He rolled his eyes slightly before making a motion of looking his friend up and down, examining her new attire, "Forget about me, I'm surprised about you! Have to say, never thought I'd see you taking charge of such a shitshow. Are you holding up okay?" There was a mild bit of jest and sass in his tone, but as he asked her if she was okay, his tone quickly turned warm and with concern. He trusted her, but he still worried for his friend.
Scene #3: Seeing Kurstin quickly quip up and toss another of his strange devices, Kaisaras (who at this point had pulled his scarf back over his face) gave a slight nod of approval, "Good thinking." He didn't enjoy dealing with such people, but from the sounds of it, they were pushing the brink of injuring another poor man. And if yesterday was any indication of how low their moral compasses had fallen, he didn't think that the justice they were pushing for was the kind that was fair. Still, he would try to do something, calling out loudly, taking on a more sluggish accent, "Wha' kind of dogs be barking up some other's side!? You'z think that that boy was the one that dropped a barrel on ye brother!? That'z the most horse-shite thing I've heard this mornin' and I saw a weirdo screaming about how the mud was water!" He stepped up to get to the front of the crowd, trying to intersect between whoever was shouting and their victim, "Stop wasting all our time and get! You want to get revenge against bad ****in' luck!? Then go do it yourself, stop trying to be a child and bully others who are just goin' about their day!"
Turning to Dagnam, the cleric places a hand on the young boys shoulder 'Ye'll be safe 'ere for now boyyo. Things are a bit unsettled out there fer now, but the guard will keep you safe here until we get back. Watch after the 'lil ones and listen to the Guards when they give you orders. I'll be back soon.'
Scene 3
Seeing the artificer ready a stink pellet the cleric leans in to Help make sure he hits the center of the crowd.
Scene 2: Danse lofted a brow as Kaiseras was called for a word with the Sergeant. It seemed everyone had connections in some sort of way - Danse enjoyed picking up on glimpses of information, even if the opportunity to apply random snippets of knowledge never arose. Danse calmly laced his hands behind his tattooed neck and lazily strolled after the party, an irate Moroza following close nearby.
The children the party escorted around had been a secondary goal for Danse, but something stung in his hardened heart at the mention of leaving them behind. When the rest of the party continued on, Danse quietly slipped into the sheltered quarters the children were meant to stay in and bent on a knee, reaching behind the ear of a scared-looking little girl. Danse had been one of Gaedren's Lambs at one point in time - his scars could attest to that fact. His face broke in a smile as he pulled a routine trick - one of the first he had learned. "Ah! Now where did these come from?" Danse spoke, producing a palmful of gold - one for each unfortunate street rat rounded up from the party's ventures. Danse's dark eyes twinkled warmly with reminiscence as he wishes the children well. Danse stood and swiveled around, resuming his usual, carefree demeanor.
Scene 3: Wandering through the streets in an erratic, swaying step, Danse's plastic grin retraced itself on his inked-black lips. Squabbles such as this were commonplace throughout the winding alleys and mazes of the streets Danse called home. Usually slander and threats fizzled out on themselves, but something told Danse the current situation of the town might aggravate people into actually following up on their promises. Not that Danse was particular on any result of this situation - but if Kurstin was intent on dispersing this crowd, at least Danse could help in that endeavor. Danse pursed his lips and emitted a low whistle - Moroza jumped, shook herself, and grumpily took for the skies above. Just incase the situation turned out for the worse. Danse retrieved both glimmering scimitars from their scabbards and gave each a few twirls before abruptly flattening them on the inside of his forearms and pointing towards the man who had recently spoken. "And you're one to talk of honor!" Danse cried, hilarity clear in his voice. "Threatening a man through your own form of justice is only a fool's errand, a cover of vigilante justice so you can abandon your true cowardice. If you're looking for something entertaining to get your blood flowing, I can remedy your impatience quite easily."
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"We have his journal." Kaisaras eyed Fargrim from the side, understanding the accusation, but finding it in poor taste, especially since he didn't even bother to ask them if they had any prior to calling them out. "Deeds to what he did, and explanations towards him attempting to set up the Ironward family." He then gave a slight nod towards Kurstin who had picked it up and explained the contents the day before.
"Well, that's something isn't it Sergeant? Lamm wouldn't have just let them take his journal. I don't have a dog in this fight because I wasn't part of taking out Lamm. Obviously, if I was, we'd at least have part of him to give you. Anyhooo... they should probably still get some sort of bounty or reward. Shouldn't they? Apparently, one of their crew even died during the effort. That's got to be worth something."
"We are not barbarians to carve trophies from people...although we did give his corpse over to the Jeggare. And it seems we have a new mystery to solve...how did Lamm get his hands on children who were supposed to be in an orphanage? Unless the Guards are going to investigate this potential criminal collusion?"
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"Besides the journal, all I have as proof is my word and the scars on my face. I was one of Gaedrenn's Lambs - I give you my word that he is finished," Danse responded. To him, it was proof enough - the journal would suffice to prove the party's work, but Danse stared into Sergeant Famira's eyes with the look of one who has seen too much for being such a young age. The light in the room shifts to highlight the myriad of scars lining his face.
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Those who look into your eyes can see that you have faced unimaginable horror and that you are no stranger to darkness. Though they might fear you, commoners will extend you every courtesy and do their utmost to help you. Unless you have shown yourself to be a danger to them, they will even take up arms to fight alongside you, should you find yourself facing an enemy alone.
'And you have the word of Radgar Stoneheart, and the testimony of these children. I'd say you're fairly flush with evidence of his defeat and death you are.' the cleric is visibly agitated by the suggestion that he would lie about something so serious. HIs face reddens and he shifts his weight from foot to foot, the anger building and clear for anyone to see.
"I'm not trying to cause any offense." the Sergeant sighed as the group barraged her with questions, "I was just stating a fact. As for the orphanages, we're not sure but we suspect he either had someone on the inside or swiped them when no one was looking. Let me look at the journal." she added as she motioned for Kaisaras to hand it to her.
After scanning it's contents for a bit, she closed the journal and looked back at the party in front of her. "Well this does seem to track some of the crimes we suspected Gaedren of having perpetrated, and quite a few others we were unaware off... but like I mentioned earlier, I'm not in a position to do much at this time. I'll be sure to show this to my superiors whenever they return..." the Sergeant looked away and paused for a moment as if pondering on something. "...though to be honest, I haven't had any updates from them since they left last evening." Turning to face the party once more, "You all have managed to make it through the city relatively unscathed which is more than I can say for most people. The Citadel is already perilously thin on manpower and I cannot spare any extra men at the moment but I need to know what's going on around the city. Would you all be willing to track down the Field Marshall on the Guard's behalf and get some information for me?"
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"I am willing to track down the Field Marshall, but I want to get these children safely to my parent's house across the bridge. This is my sister, Irma. I know my parents would be most grateful to finally get her back." Kurstin replies to the Sergeant. "We'll also need some additional information, like where was the Marshall headed and how many soldiers were with him?"
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"Regarding the Field Marshal, she is almost certainly still at the Castle handling its protection personally. I can give you a note which should get you access to her or another one of her officers stationed there. As for East Shore, as a preemptive measure, the entire area was put on lockdown by the Steel Brigade early last night. So though it's by far one of the most secure parts of the city at the moment, no one is allowed in or out of the Ward, even current residents; the Marshal might be able to get you across though if she had a reason to do so. The children are welcome to stay here in the interim if preferable. It'd be safer then bringing them back into the Midland Ward or near the Castle."
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Danse recalled the sight he viewed through the now fast-asleep owl on his shoulders. He indifferently shrugged - the wards didn't mean too much to him, and the streets were always relatively lawless. He had survived just fine on his own. "I suppose a little extra something to line my pockets with would be appreciated. I will tag along - my work with Gaedren is complete," he offered. "The children should stay here until the city settles, but alas - I'm not one for caring too much. Why was specifically the East Shore locked down?"
"It's partially because the Brigade are headquartered there whenever they're not on duty outside the city and partially because it falls in line with their "Standard Operating Procedure". No matter the reason, it's been locked down tight."
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Kaisaras ponders a moment, but then slowly begins to speak, "If there be children who would be better kept in the East, until such a time that it is safe, then I can make arrangements." He reaches up a single finger to tug down his scarf mask. The party had all seen his face, save their newest member, when they fought in Lamm's base, but as he revealed his face, he put up a finger to his lips, motioning to the room rather than anyone one in particular as he continued speaking, "It would require some delicacy since most wouldn't take kindly to the idea that some people are being allowed through. No need to overcomplicate matters, yet."
Radgar nods decisively at the Sargents mention of helping the Guard and tracking down the Field Marshall 'Aye, I'm always happy to lend my hammer to the Guard, and a daresay ye could use the help.' gesturing towards the kids 'You keep them safe and we'll find yer boss'
Fargrim is anxious to get moving. "What are we to ask of the Field Marshall? Do you want them back or just want us to let them know you are thinking of them and you miss them?" Fargrim knew he was being a smart ass but just wanted to needle the Sergeant a bit.
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Nodding as he glanced to the rest of the group before speaking, Kaisaras motioned with confidence, "I think I speak for the party when I say we can handle delivering such a note, if nothing else. It'll also give us the chance to see how the rest of the city is faring."
When told to hang back, Kaisaras offers a polite bow to the Sergeant, speaking warmly, "I'm sure my friends here can accommodate the children until our return while we speak." He then hangs back as directed until the door is closed and the sounds of footsteps are gone.
Scene 2: Leaving the children
Kurstin accompanied the children to the small barracks room assigned to them. It likely a junior officer's room, with an extra bed quickly brought in to give the two boys and two girls a place to sleep. Kurstin handed the guard some gold coins and asked them to see about getting the children some clothes - and then having what they were wearing either washed thoroughly or burned!
"OK, Irma, I need to go back out there and help find the Field Commander, I want you to stay here and help look after the twins. When I get back we'll get you home - it shouldn't be too long. I hate to leave you again after finally finding you, but you saw how crazy everything is out there in the city right now, and this is the safest place for you for now. I love, baby sis!" He wraps here in his arms and leaves to join the rest of the party.
Scene 3: On the way to find the Marshall
Seeing the crowd ahead and sensing their hostility, Kurstin quips, "Here we go again...alright, stand by for another crowd-dispersing stink bomb!" He grabs another stone and writes a set of runes and symbols on it, then presses his thumb against it. When the group was ready, he would throw the stone into the center of the crowd, where it would begin emitting the strong scent of a skunk in a 10' radius!
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Scene #2:
Kaisaras couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head at his long-time friend's gap in attitudes as he walked closer to her desk, "Thank you for that. I hadn't originally planned to stay out so long, but I couldn't let Lamm have the chance to slip away again....I'll ask that you send word of my wellbeing to my house if you can. I'll help out with the Marshal, but then I need to get back, you know how it is." He rolled his eyes slightly before making a motion of looking his friend up and down, examining her new attire, "Forget about me, I'm surprised about you! Have to say, never thought I'd see you taking charge of such a shitshow. Are you holding up okay?" There was a mild bit of jest and sass in his tone, but as he asked her if she was okay, his tone quickly turned warm and with concern. He trusted her, but he still worried for his friend.
Scene #3:
Seeing Kurstin quickly quip up and toss another of his strange devices, Kaisaras (who at this point had pulled his scarf back over his face) gave a slight nod of approval, "Good thinking." He didn't enjoy dealing with such people, but from the sounds of it, they were pushing the brink of injuring another poor man. And if yesterday was any indication of how low their moral compasses had fallen, he didn't think that the justice they were pushing for was the kind that was fair. Still, he would try to do something, calling out loudly, taking on a more sluggish accent, "Wha' kind of dogs be barking up some other's side!? You'z think that that boy was the one that dropped a barrel on ye brother!? That'z the most horse-shite thing I've heard this mornin' and I saw a weirdo screaming about how the mud was water!" He stepped up to get to the front of the crowd, trying to intersect between whoever was shouting and their victim, "Stop wasting all our time and get! You want to get revenge against bad ****in' luck!? Then go do it yourself, stop trying to be a child and bully others who are just goin' about their day!"
Fargrim looks around to see if anyone is in immediate danger after the stink bomb is deployed.
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Scene 2
Turning to Dagnam, the cleric places a hand on the young boys shoulder 'Ye'll be safe 'ere for now boyyo. Things are a bit unsettled out there fer now, but the guard will keep you safe here until we get back. Watch after the 'lil ones and listen to the Guards when they give you orders. I'll be back soon.'
Scene 3
Seeing the artificer ready a stink pellet the cleric leans in to Help make sure he hits the center of the crowd.
Scene 2:
Danse lofted a brow as Kaiseras was called for a word with the Sergeant. It seemed everyone had connections in some sort of way - Danse enjoyed picking up on glimpses of information, even if the opportunity to apply random snippets of knowledge never arose. Danse calmly laced his hands behind his tattooed neck and lazily strolled after the party, an irate Moroza following close nearby.
The children the party escorted around had been a secondary goal for Danse, but something stung in his hardened heart at the mention of leaving them behind. When the rest of the party continued on, Danse quietly slipped into the sheltered quarters the children were meant to stay in and bent on a knee, reaching behind the ear of a scared-looking little girl. Danse had been one of Gaedren's Lambs at one point in time - his scars could attest to that fact. His face broke in a smile as he pulled a routine trick - one of the first he had learned. "Ah! Now where did these come from?" Danse spoke, producing a palmful of gold - one for each unfortunate street rat rounded up from the party's ventures. Danse's dark eyes twinkled warmly with reminiscence as he wishes the children well. Danse stood and swiveled around, resuming his usual, carefree demeanor.
Scene 3:
Wandering through the streets in an erratic, swaying step, Danse's plastic grin retraced itself on his inked-black lips. Squabbles such as this were commonplace throughout the winding alleys and mazes of the streets Danse called home. Usually slander and threats fizzled out on themselves, but something told Danse the current situation of the town might aggravate people into actually following up on their promises. Not that Danse was particular on any result of this situation - but if Kurstin was intent on dispersing this crowd, at least Danse could help in that endeavor. Danse pursed his lips and emitted a low whistle - Moroza jumped, shook herself, and grumpily took for the skies above. Just incase the situation turned out for the worse. Danse retrieved both glimmering scimitars from their scabbards and gave each a few twirls before abruptly flattening them on the inside of his forearms and pointing towards the man who had recently spoken. "And you're one to talk of honor!" Danse cried, hilarity clear in his voice. "Threatening a man through your own form of justice is only a fool's errand, a cover of vigilante justice so you can abandon your true cowardice. If you're looking for something entertaining to get your blood flowing, I can remedy your impatience quite easily."