Mouldy Menace - RPLOG
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Date
7/9/476
Log
A foggy noon in the countryside near Firmament. This part of the countryside lies low but hilly, and the fog rolling across the hilly grasslands despite the noonday sun signals the coming of fall. Nestled comfortably here is a good-sized granary in which much of the Crown's emergency stockpile of wheat, barley and other grains is held, an enormous, well-ventilated building consisting of two circular towers, side by side, and a building for the workers to live in.
Today, there's a long line of carts and wagons stretching in from the road from Firmament. The better off have their vehicles powered by mathemagic, those less fortunate have theirs drawn by beasts of burden. The mood is somewhat tense despite the Crown's reassurance that there's enough for all, and the weather's not helping any.
At the head of the line is a small counter at which a vulture sits, one of the Crown's bean-counters overseeing the rationing as workers load and unload hand carts of precious grain. Guards have been posted around the entire building and alongside some stretches of road, hoping that today's a trouble-free day.
Selena has a faint smile playing across her face this afternoon; apparently fond of the atmosphere that some might call gloomy. After landing -- Divine math being far cheaper to use than public transport -- she approaches the vulture from an angle that makes it quite clear she's not in the buying crowd. "You left a note with the Freeswords? If there's anything you want to clarify about the job posting... Other beings will probably be arriving soon." She greets, taking a glance around the area.
Zevran approaches from the direction of Firmament, using the cheapest form of transportation possible. He seems a bit distracted, lost in his thoughts as he walks at his own pace past the line of waiting folk, staying far enough to the side so that nobody could accuse him of trying to cut in line. Once he makes his way to the head of the line, he approaches the vulture and Selena, offering a wave to Selena. "So, I suppose you left the job posting with the Freeswords. Guard duty doesn't seem too difficult." He remarks to the vulture, taking a chance to look down the line of waiting folk.
A gloomy day, but at least it isnt' raining. A bit of water always weighs down upon a poor lion's already heavy mane. With blade at his side and iron buckler at the ready for wonderful guard duty, Dio arrives from the city by hitching a ride with a friendly individual. It would seem they were having a nice conversation! With a chuckle, the lion hops off and joins the growing group, heading up to the desk and giving Selena and Zevran a solid nod. "Right! I'm 'ere for guard duty as well! I hope you aren't expectin' anything."
One of those arriving in response to the message left at the Inn does not come along a ground route. Instead a shadow crosses the ground repeatedly and anyone looking up would be able to see a Griffon. The hybrid is a Raven and Panther mix, circling the structure twice before finally descending for a landing close to the group. The thrusting of the wings to finally land sends up a cloud of dust and other loose debris, and thankfully none of it is within range of all the food. Nothing is said by this one yet as he pads up to the assembling Soulless.
Arimia has made her way out of the city as well, choosing the ground route. Upon reaching the line she starts to walk along beside it, taking the time to examine each merchant, each guard, pretty much every being that has come thus far. Though if she sees anything that seems out of place to her, she doesn't comment on it. Instead she arrives at the counter with the vulture and takes a few minutes looking him over as well. Then she takes a few steps away, toward Selena, and leans against the wolf.
Angus appears as well, the chill of the fog causing him to throw on a leather jacket over his usual set of armor which he tighened around him as he walked up to the slowly forming crowd. "Guess this is were the freeswords are gathering to help?" He asks, turning his gaze over the merchants waiting patiently in line as he trys to make a mental list of how many guards were already here.
The vulture looks up from his paperwork, motioning for a granary worker to load a merchant's wagon with a full handcart. "That's as much as you're allowed to buy at the reduced prices. If you don't like the rationing, take it up with the Good King himself."
Dismissing the poor fellow with a wave, he then turns to everyone gathered. "Good afternoon - although it certainly doesn't look like it with this fog around. I'm Anson, and I oversee the running of this granary in the name of the Good King. I usually run a decent staff, so this has never really been necessary before, but the last time I opened the stores to the public three days ago there was a scuffle between two merchants that grew into an outright fistfight. I'd like to prevent that from happening today. No one likes rationing, but everyone needs to be fed. I don't see why the panic - this is one of Sweetwater's biggest granaries. There's always been enough for everyone. If you have any questions, please ask now - it's going to get busy really soon."
Selena greets Zevran, Arimia and Angus with friendly waves, her arm settling back down just over the raccoon's shoulder, glancing down at the currently quiet woman for a moment before the Vulture says his piece. "A pleasure, Anson, I'm Selena; The panic's likely because there's rationing here. I doubt that much of an impact would've come from the recent weather alone..." She replies, then glances back to the others for more useful input. "That said, if there's trouble here it might be a good idea to ask about later on and see how some of the smaller granaries have been coping."
Zevran waves to Dio, Angus, and Arimia as they approach. He also gives the unidentiied Griffon a nod of acknowledgement before turning back to listen to the vulture. "Panic doesn't always make sense, and it spreads quickly. Still, there shouldn't be too much trouble here if the merchants and others stay calm." He remarks to the vulture, taking another opportunity to look up and down the line of merchants and waiting folk, checking for anything out-of-place.
Dio gives the new arrivals a good nod and turns back around to witness the exchange. "Don't worry lad," he returns, holding up his hand slightly. "I know all 'bout rationing an' havin' to tighten yer belt. When ya gotta save food, it's fer the good o' everyone." The lion looks back at the line of wagons and crosses his arms, getting a good observatory glance at their guarding environment. "Army folks 're certainly more used to rationin', but merchants... Probably not so much. Guess we'll try an' stop chaos at the root before it spreads."
The griffon listens intently to the vulture, eying the merchants and the other common folk in the meantime. When the others have said their pieces he finally pipes up, revealing who he is to those who know him, "If it comes down to it and it is only two who are quarreling, I will take them in my talons and fly with them. The threat of being dropped several hundred feet is more than likely to force them to simmer down."
Arimia looks over the vulture then says, "We'll do our best to keep things movin' as smoothly as we can." She looks to the others gathered and says, "I'd suggest a couple folk wander the line. It's a long one. So havin' a patrol, of sorts, a visible presence watchin' everyone an' not jus' those at the counter, will help keep 'em calm." She then excuses herself, slips out from under Selena's arm, and makes her way over to talk in hushed tones with a feline guard, then moves along to another guard. Possibly just making sure there's no hard feelings about Freeswords being called in.
Angus rubs at his chin as he looks over the crowd again. "Wouldn't be the best idea Mazurek, picking them up and threatening them like that would probably cause more problems then it solves." He returns the greeting that everyone has given him as he turns a few thoughts around in his head. "So far I'm liking Arimia's idea, lets just try and act friendly towards them. Don't want them thinking we are just here to act like enforcers." Turning to the vulture he gives him a rather shallow bow, buttoning up the front of his jacket to hide the armor underneath as best as he can. "My name is Angus, and we will do our best to help."
Meyna is running a bit late, mostly because... she's running late. Not a morning feline really. She lands with a bit of a stumbling run while holding onto her hood to keep it up. When she finally comes to a stop, dark feathered wings poof and the feline tugs the hood away before grinning. "Nothing's burned down to the ground agai-yet right?"
"I most probably will check in with the others when a message can be sent, but my duties come first. The thing is, it appears that policy is that the crown would rather not have an actual shortage on their hands before doing something. Common folk are still free to buy and sell as they please - the restrictions are only on merchants and only on purchases from royal storehouses. This may be setting a precedent, but I think it's the lesser of two evils. In any case, well met, all of you, and I had similar thoughts as to your duties. Patrolling the merchants is part of...oh, no. Well, there it is! Hurry, do your job!"
Anson points down the road and long line of vehicles - indeed, there appears to be a small scuffle brewing some way down the road. A few flour sacks have already fallen to the ground, although thankfully none have split, and it appears to be between a coyote and meerkat, the former accusing the latter of pinching his wares when he'd been up to the counter. Traffic on the country dirt road has certainly been stalled, and most of the guards from the granary are already heading for the scene.
Angus turns towards the commotion, squinting a ittle bit to get a better view of it. "Might want to call your guards off Anson, the fight doesn't look to be as bad as you think. Just a heated argument, think we can handle this without any problems." Smiling to Anson he looks to the others before he moves to walk up to the coyote and meerkat, making sure that he kept that smile as he gets closer.
Selena tilts her head to the side and shrugs. "That depends on if they know enough math to fly themselves." She replies to the griffon, gesturing to Angus in corroboration of the fox's former comment as Arimia slips off to do as she does. "That being said, Griffons are supposedly good at keeping an eye on things... And hello Meyna. Nothing's burni-..." She greets the leopard, pivoting sharply to the commotion with a sigh, though before she begins to move towards it she catches herself to hear Angus out before moving along with the fox. "Probably better to keep the conflict to the side of the road, but I'd rather not be telling them what to do judging from how lout they are."
Zevran looks back towards the Griffon as he hears the suggestion. "Why take the time to fly up there when you can just knock them out and end the fight there?" He remarks, before turning to look at the commotion pointed out by the vulture. He starts to move towards the quarrel, but stops as he listens to Angus. "I guess that means I won't be punching anything." He sighs, feigning disappointment as he watches the quarrel. He starts to follow after Angus, though he does his best to not look overtly intimidating by trying to keep his expression friendly.
"Ah! 'ello there lass," Dio says as he turns towards Meyna and gives her a wave. "'ad a good cat nap did ya?" The lion chuckles softly, but soon gets serious. JOB TIME SERIOUS. Which for the lion, is mostly just a slight smile on his leonine muzzle. At the mention of a fight, he spins around to the source of disturbance and gives a good stare, hoping such a thing wouldn't end up being a full out brawl. "Ah yeah, probably jus' the fog gettin' 'em down. Nothin' too bad. Just a nice 'n' friendly chat should sort things out." Wearing his best goofy smile, the coat wearing lion follow behind to reach the disturbance.
The griffon giggles and pads right up to Zevran, "You know, you could join me in the sky for the patrol of the line like the others were suggesting. You can change to your griffon form still, yes? If not, you can climb aboard to feel the wind over your body." He winks before spreading his wings and crouching, ready to take flight, though he does wait to hear the response to his offer, willing to take someone else if they wish it. In the meantime he actually ignores the scuffle down the line, letting the others take care of it.
Arimia offers Meyna a wave and looks about to speak before her attention is directed toward the scuffle down the road. She frowns and says loudly enough that the guards can hear, "Better not all be leavin' your posts. It don' take that many to break up quarrelin' merchants, an' doin' so would leave other vulnerabilities." She looks about to start down the line, but upon seeing the others doing so she instead moves to the counter saying, "While they're doin' that I'm gonna take a walk around the silo an' all." She turns, lifting her hood, and starts to walk, pulling a rolled smoke from her cloak and lighting it with a small bit of fire magic.
Meyna doesn't even turn to face the argument as she starts to draw a pistol with her left hand while returning the waves with the other. She stops, pistol half-out and mutters, then slides it back into place and says, "Wasn't so much a cat nap as just not paying attention. Morning by the way" offering the last bit to all three. The others are met with a curious look before she asks, "Anyone working the crowd not standing out all obviouslike?"
Anson rubs his forehead. "But why? It looks like they've already got this quite under control." Indeed, the granary guards have already broken up the fight without too much fuss - the combatants have been separated by the guard, and the merchandise they've been arguing over confiscated. A group of onlookers have gathered in a ring about the scene, and both of them are looking quite petulant as they're hauled up front. However, as the group reaches the scene, the feline guard that Arimia had spoken to earlier comes running up from around the silo, looking quite shaken and out of breath. He quickly whispers something to the pink 'coon, then moves to join his fellows down by the road.
Selena splinters from the main group after a moment, double-taking at something over from the silos. The cat moving out of the area hastily serves to push her into tapping Angus's shoulder, murmuring "Over there; behind the Silos. Someone's messing around. Since the cat's just ran back out it's evidently not somethign small." before quickly moving over to the location in question with one stop - just by Meyna, to make the same comment and get a slightly closer look at the area - though the heavier obfuscation of the area by thickened fog doesn't help at all.
Zevran shakes his head towards Mazurek at the offer. "I would have to focus on changing my Sacred Family first, and that would take a while. I appreciate the offer, but I prefer to keep my feet planted on solid ground unless I'm the one doing the flying." He responds to Mazurek before he continues to move towards the scuffle until he notices that the guards have broken it up. He tilts his head as he sees Selena splinter off, but he doesn't see anything odd and instead starts walking back up the line towards the others at the head.
