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fetch · January 29, 2008, 09:27 AM

If any one cared to go through the town accounts with a fine tooth comb they would find in an immaculate copperplate two words and a figure for crowns expended those words were magic police a secret organisation, never named, its membership a secret known only to the thane and her Aedile, fanatics to a man this small organisation with its distinctive blue uniform watched for signs of magic being used in Trysvale they are the sniffer dogs of the arcane. Beholden only to the thane and their duty.

The strange orange glow was such an event and the small group sniffed in the downpour and nodded in agreement. This was strange enough to be called magic they were on the streets the bulwark of anti magic their duty to protect and arrest anyone using such an abomination within the walls of Trysvale.

Straylor

Orders were clear and the constabulary sprang into action dividing into two groups and beginning the sweep of the town pulling out reluctant citizens and setting them onto the road to the Lescartes farm estate where there was a modicum of shelter from yet to happen events should indeed this strange phenomena actually herald an occurrence that might threaten the fabric of Trysvale.

The stables and Wainwright supplied every cart, flat bed and coach they owned and a long line of vehicles were making their way to prosperity square to help with ferrying people who were not so good on their feet north to the central refugee point. No one used that word , the R word was just too recent too full of memories to be used lightly but many of the older residents had seen too much in the past to ignore the orders.

Not again oh by the grace of Carmelya not again were words on their lips as they began the trek.

Klue

Domestic arrangements were of course the first priority his own little family were paramount. His daughter and her maid/ housekeeper would be aware of the orders as some neighbour had popped in and spun the gossip as the friendly locals are prone to do even if its only to tell them the cat was stuck up a tree again.

Seth was willing and together they made their way towards the “sticks” to rescue little ones and dogs. Their conversation revolving around the orders of the dreadful Lady Glory a woman that had entered their lives without invitation..

Ality

The elf shop keeper and owner of a terrible temper fumed as all the attention she was being given was a stupid wet hat by Klue. What she did not realise in her railing at the disgusting thane was that any deputising was properly done by the chief constable who was busy at the moment. The but of her evil temper was no where to be seen and passers by refused to have any thing to do with a red haired elf who looked as though she was about to throw a hissy fit

Mesomorto

The grey youth who worked assistant to the grave keeper priest father Melancholy stood and watched as the crowds began to move past the Church of Passing Devotion., Hidden in the shade and in the sombre grey light of torrential rain and glowering cloud , he did not stand out.

I tell ye that orange glow on the sea it’s a one of them there portents again like those meteors and the rivers of blood it aint natural I tell ye .Never liked that old cow Glory but this time its better to be safe than sorry…. said one man as he trudged past Meso.

Hey fella greeted another aint you heard it’s the end of the world best join us mate at least we get to die in company.

Rumours are the life blood of Trysvale and making the very best of them is a hobby .

Darkthael

The Moraden dracon in shape shifting disguise was less sceptical of the lady Glory not that he would be averse to sticking a cold blade in her back but maybe that was a pleasure to be enjoyed later. He had been one of the citizens noticed and volunteered for special deputy duty and now was the time to introduce Danael to the local big wigs.

Seth

He and Klue had teamed up and after making sure that Ajax the pup was ok , he was ready to find out what it took to be a special deputy unpaid constable of Trysvale

Seth and Klue

Maurice was known by all the locals as “Five bellies McGrath” he proudly bore the title of fattest man in Trysvale and was determined that no man would ever reach his gross size. So he ate and slept, nothing else , the arm chair he spent his brightenings and darkening in was his throne and he rarely left it .The door to his little home had long since become a barrier he was simply to wide to get through it. “Five bellies” was going to stay , he had sufficient cold pies to stave off starvation and he was damned if he was leaving his chair. So when the officers of the law came a calling , he put down the apple pie he was munching and in no uncertain terms told them to “go away”

Odyleon

Constable Garrance Tink took off his helmet and scratched his head as he stood in the pelting rain outside the Lady Luck Inn . He liked the Inn he liked the owners and he enjoyed a glass and a bite of grub inside in the warm homily atmosphere. However he was having trouble he was sure this was the inn he was sure that there was a door but could he see it ….nope.

His ruminations were interrupted by a number of men in blue each carrying a long silver topped cane Move along Tink and do something useful this is the magic police jurisdiction we smell magic here.

The man rapped on the wall in the pouring rain and

open up magic police, remove your spell immediately!

OOC ~ the magic police are a fixture of Trysvale appearing occasionally when the need arises . Blame GM Steve for this invention!

January 29, 2008, 09:27 AM	#10 (permalink)
fetch Mythic Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Natura Posts: 3,500	If any one cared to go through the town accounts with a fine tooth comb they would find in an immaculate copperplate two words and a figure for crowns expended those words were magic police a secret organisation, never named, its membership a secret known only to the thane and her Aedile, fanatics to a man this small organisation with its distinctive blue uniform watched for signs of magic being used in Trysvale they are the sniffer dogs of the arcane. Beholden only to the thane and their duty. The strange orange glow was such an event and the small group sniffed in the downpour and nodded in agreement. This was strange enough to be called magic they were on the streets the bulwark of anti magic their duty to protect and arrest anyone using such an abomination within the walls of Trysvale. Straylor Orders were clear and the constabulary sprang into action dividing into two groups and beginning the sweep of the town pulling out reluctant citizens and setting them onto the road to the Lescartes farm estate where there was a modicum of shelter from yet to happen events should indeed this strange phenomena actually herald an occurrence that might threaten the fabric of Trysvale. The stables and Wainwright supplied every cart, flat bed and coach they owned and a long line of vehicles were making their way to prosperity square to help with ferrying people who were not so good on their feet north to the central refugee point. No one used that word , the R word was just too recent too full of memories to be used lightly but many of the older residents had seen too much in the past to ignore the orders. Not again oh by the grace of Carmelya not again were words on their lips as they began the trek. Klue Domestic arrangements were of course the first priority his own little family were paramount. His daughter and her maid/ housekeeper would be aware of the orders as some neighbour had popped in and spun the gossip as the friendly locals are prone to do even if its only to tell them the cat was stuck up a tree again. Seth was willing and together they made their way towards the “sticks” to rescue little ones and dogs. Their conversation revolving around the orders of the dreadful Lady Glory a woman that had entered their lives without invitation.. Ality The elf shop keeper and owner of a terrible temper fumed as all the attention she was being given was a stupid wet hat by Klue. What she did not realise in her railing at the disgusting thane was that any deputising was properly done by the chief constable who was busy at the moment. The but of her evil temper was no where to be seen and passers by refused to have any thing to do with a red haired elf who looked as though she was about to throw a hissy fit Mesomorto The grey youth who worked assistant to the grave keeper priest father Melancholy stood and watched as the crowds began to move past the Church of Passing Devotion., Hidden in the shade and in the sombre grey light of torrential rain and glowering cloud , he did not stand out. I tell ye that orange glow on the sea it’s a one of them there portents again like those meteors and the rivers of blood it aint natural I tell ye .Never liked that old cow Glory but this time its better to be safe than sorry…. said one man as he trudged past Meso. Hey fella greeted another aint you heard it’s the end of the world best join us mate at least we get to die in company. Rumours are the life blood of Trysvale and making the very best of them is a hobby . Darkthael The Moraden dracon in shape shifting disguise was less sceptical of the lady Glory not that he would be averse to sticking a cold blade in her back but maybe that was a pleasure to be enjoyed later. He had been one of the citizens noticed and volunteered for special deputy duty and now was the time to introduce Danael to the local big wigs. Seth He and Klue had teamed up and after making sure that Ajax the pup was ok , he was ready to find out what it took to be a special deputy unpaid constable of Trysvale Seth and Klue Maurice was known by all the locals as “Five bellies McGrath” he proudly bore the title of fattest man in Trysvale and was determined that no man would ever reach his gross size. So he ate and slept, nothing else , the arm chair he spent his brightenings and darkening in was his throne and he rarely left it .The door to his little home had long since become a barrier he was simply to wide to get through it. “Five bellies” was going to stay , he had sufficient cold pies to stave off starvation and he was damned if he was leaving his chair. So when the officers of the law came a calling , he put down the apple pie he was munching and in no uncertain terms told them to “go away” Odyleon Constable Garrance Tink took off his helmet and scratched his head as he stood in the pelting rain outside the Lady Luck Inn . He liked the Inn he liked the owners and he enjoyed a glass and a bite of grub inside in the warm homily atmosphere. However he was having trouble he was sure this was the inn he was sure that there was a door but could he see it ….nope. His ruminations were interrupted by a number of men in blue each carrying a long silver topped cane Move along Tink and do something useful this is the magic police jurisdiction we smell magic here. The man rapped on the wall in the pouring rain and open up magic police, remove your spell immediately! OOC ~ the magic police are a fixture of Trysvale appearing occasionally when the need arises . Blame GM Steve for this invention! __________________ Fetch's law- for every moment of pleasure there is an equal and opposite moment of pain Last edited by fetch; February 5, 2008 at 08:12 AM.