Warmonger Court Proceedings pt 1 - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
29/3/476
Log
As Mirana and Ictus continue to argue in the minor courts with Lord Eldric, guards and watchment keep eye over the merchants and accountants that work on the ship. Occationally a messanger will come up to the boat, show identification, bring some papers up to the make shift tables and desks, then, take some back, likely heading back to court. Some come with the Solacious house seal, others with the Wirefur house seal. The exchange is usually rapid, the only ones really paying good attention being the guards themselves, everyone else is far too busy checking and double checking documents.
Arimia might be hard to recognize, as she's sitting on the docks is tattered looking clothing, a plain brown cloak pulled around her. Her fur has mud and dirt on it, and there are some fresh looking scrapes and cuts on her body. In short, she looks like another of the beggars lining the dock, up to and including reaching out to try and cajole some coin from passerby. Though when nobody is nearby her odd eyes are fixed on the ship. Perhaps not unusual as lots of folk are staring at it, but her gaze is more intent than casual interest.
Saibh is currently set up a short distance away, wearing a heavy cloak picked to blend in, hood pulled up and a cloth mask covering her muzzle. She's laying flat and she's laying still, scanning the ground and occasionally watching the sky. She's got her bow and some arrows layed out carefully next to her under a piece of the same material as her cloak.
Rogna strolls into the maritime district, making his way towards the ship said to house a reportably vile noble's belongings. He failed to get anywhere with paperwork, while he made a compelling case, so he cannot get on board and view without any trouble. he can however speak to the guards, see exactly who is present, and judge if they are worthy of their positions here on such a critical matter. He stops in front of the rather short, plain cloaked and dirty Arimia, not recognizing the spunky raccoon, but giving them a smile anyways. Perhaps a child, perhaps a small folk out of luck, but they deserve some manner of life. He stoops down and gives them what he believes to be twenty thousand crowns, and says "Go make a life, this is no way to live." before he stands and moves to speak to the guards. "Hello there! I am Rogna, and I would like to speak to you about your post. First, have you seen any suspicious types about, and second, it is your duty to protect this ship and nothing else?" He watches the guards carefully.
Another messanger runs up to the guards as Rogna talks to them, "One moment please My Lord." The female collie guard says as she looks at the Wirefur seal they have and the note they have signed by the Lord Eldric himself. "Go on" she says then turns to Rogna, "The guards here from our good land, My Lord, surve as the first check point before reaching the boat proper, guards from Cliffside serve as the second, it is our duty to ensure no one without craditals gets on." She shakes her head, "I'm sorry My Lord, but even if we were to let you pass, the Cliffside guards would not." No one really makes any remark about Arimia, nor much notice of Saibh, however, the same messanger, a robin, darts back toward the castle distract with the requested papers.... dropping one along the way.
Arimia gives a small frown after she's handed the crown and stands up, starting to shuffle away. She observes as the messenger rushes off and drops the paper, making sure that her movements take her over it. A close observer would notice a tentacle scooping the paper up, wrinkling a bit in the process, but it's mostly concealed by the size of the cloak, which looks as though it were made for someone larger. Once she's around a corner, where she won't draw attention, she drops all the crown she'd been handed into the hands of an actual beggar, before moving to retrieve her things from where she'd stashed them.
Arimia spends 20501 Crown for RP reasons.
Saibh holds still, moving only the tip of her nose as she watches the movement. With very slow, deliberate actions, she slowly pulls her bow over to her, hiding it under her cloak as she decides to be ready just in case. She then settles back into place, unmoving once more.
Rogna shakes his head, looking the guards over and repeating his questions. "Pardon, but I'd like to hear it from the mouths of those actually performing the duty. You would know best. What are you guarding, have there been any suspicious sorts of late, and, now I must ask if it is possible to speak with the cliffside guard. You are the first line of defense, you would know everyone who comes and goes but sometimes people are not who they appear, and the guard behind you would have a better chance of knowing this knowledge. I understand if you will not permit me beyond this point, I simply must ensure that this matter is firmly under our heels. A breach in security would be a jab to our already unsatisfactory relations with Cliffside."
The guards stand aside to let Rogna in. "Of course you may speak with them My Lord, but don't expect to get much from them, they seem to be in a very sour mood." Looking at the bulldogs that make up the first pair of guards it is evident that the collie is correct. Meanwhile, for those watching the air, a griffon flies by, heading down toward the market square. He, or she, seems to be in a hurry, flying at an almost reckless speed. Arimia's scooping up of the paper goes unnoticed by anyone but a begger, who seems to be unconcerned by what they just saw.
Arimia moves along once she's retrieved her things and changed into her usual gear. She's reading the paper as she goes, then slips it into a cloak pocket. Her attention was too focused on this to notice the griffon overhead, though her path is still leading toward the market square, likely with a further destination in mind.
Saibh spots the gryphon. Slipping her hand under her cloak, she pulls a small mirror and cups it to hide it from the ship while she tries to get Arimia's attention, just a few quick flashes. If she gets her attention, she'll make a quick gesture towards the market square. She then slowly backs away from the edge of the roof and army crawls to the other edge to watch the gryphon for a moment and to obscure herself from anyone that might've seen her actions.
Rogna proceeds past the guards with a nod, planning to return back to them once he's conducted his inspection of the cliffside guard. They had failed to yeild answers to his questions twice now, this is concerning. He approaches the two cliffside guards on the wooden portion of the dock and says "Hello there, I am Rogna, and I am here to speak to you regarding your duties." As he draws near he looks them over, then inspects the surrounding area to ensure it is safe and indeed what one would expect in a situation. "I would like to speak to you about all those who have visited prior, if there have been any suspicious characters as of late, and I must ask you personally, what your duty is precisely."
Seems things at the debate have stopped for the moment as Ictus arrives on scene, he's dressed in fine clothes rather than his usual clothing. He looks around the boat as he approaches and smiles to the guards, "Hello there, I am Ictus Solacious. I have documents here that say I can take a look on the ship." he shows the documents he's holding to the first set of guards without reaveling their contents unless asked
