The evacuation of Trysvale [open]

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20th Aperitus Era XIV

Following the events of ~The last days of Trysvale

The 200 acres of prime farm land had lain untouched since the
ex-thane had attempted unsuccessfully to use them for sheep rearing. The land had reverted to the town when the thane departed his post and had lain fallow and neglected.

The fine house had suffered the ravages of time and weather but was still standing. The twin barns probably the biggest in the area were empty and were ready to offer shelter from the unseasonable weather and the grounds could accommodate tents and what ever shelter the local population could arrange for themselves in the very short notice that their new thane had given them.

The Aedile Marcus Ecuas had ordered warehouses opened and stocks of food, oil and canvas sheeting were being loaded onto wagons and making their way north towards the estate. Similarly a ship was being loaded on the dockside with further equipment and supplies which was useful considering the Lescartes estate boasted its own dock.

The weather was beginning to slacken off , the orange glow was growing and men and giants worked furiously to fit the ship out for the short voyage north along the seashore.

The practical side of catering for the 50,000 people of Trysvale was well underway, since the “Battle of Trysvale” and the aftermath, successive Aediles had slaved over such a contingency plan for the population.

However it is a fact that no matter how much preparation officials put into emergency planning there is always one unknown factor and that for the Chief Constable, Rogator and their helpers was the stubborn nature of the people of Trysvale!

Evacuation of the town held deep memories , they remembered the hardships of the aftermath of the battle. The evacuation of nigh on half of the population to the outskirts of Jaedaxia, the long trudge through the snow to Terenshire, the hunger and cold, the misery.

The word went around the town like wildfire as is the way of Trysvale The Tinks were ready to move to the estate so were the Trevelyns the two formidable women gathered their extended broods to their sides and wrapped up against the weather with sticks over their shoulders holding spotted handkerchiefs crammed with grub they began to file north.

These two set a fine example and if the Tinks and the Trevellyn families were evacuating, then other families followed the example. However there were many more who needed persuasion cajoling and a kick up the backside to get them moving.

Lady Glory had been specific to the officials “ I will book no nonsense everyone is to evacuate, no argument. Civil liberties and other such nonsense is suspended for the duration of the emergency. If they will not move then they can stay in the cells until I see fit to order their release.”

Her dark gimlet eyes spoke volumes there was no pity in the thane and argument would not be tolerated.


There was one family that sat around a long table fifty of them in total. They had heard the order and recognised an opportunity when it landed in their diminutive laps. They thought themselves safe behind the stone walls of their hideout and an empty town was a target beyond their thieving little imaginations. It was Ama that summed it up . “Silly big nobs worrying about something out in the ocean, what could happen that could damage the castle. Bide our times me lovelies and when they have gone Trysvale is ours to loot at will!


OOC ~ Each citizen must decide whether to stay or go to the camp, if you post you are staying then you run the risk of arrest and a spell in the cells which are cold damp and have lots of unwelcome visitors!

[Alexis Sapientia]

Trieririus Wilhelm Gladstone, clad as he was in his uniform, stood upon the deck of the Aelyrian Fighting Ship Sirocco, itself at anchor right alongside the flagship of the local flotilla, the AFS Aquilon.

The odd orange glow was enough to terrify any seafaring person, but the manner in which it appeared was enough to truly frighten even him.

Then had come the order about the evacuation, and with nothing to do, the crews and marines of the five vessels anchored within the town, several hundred in total, were ready to assist in any way possible. They would be there to ensure order and discipline...so long as nothing unusual occured.

The possibility of that, however, was proving remote.

[Straylor Leonard]

Spoken word in Trysvale was the brush fire, it made its way to the least significant of places only after its burned through the largest possible spots. This was a great advantage to Straylor, who really didn't have a messenger of any sort. He did have everyone else in town, though. So, the word was given and everyone by the docks were soon rushing off to their families and loved ones, gathering their belongings, and stuffing their carts and other bags with food, personal items, and even their children.

Riding off to the farmlands, Straylor issued an immediate evacuation notice to its residents. Though they were far off to the north, he didn't want to risk anyone's lives by being overconfident in geography. That was never his best subject in schola, and no one ever taught them about orange glows back in Medonia. That damn teacher should've been fired. Turning to his own farmland last, he was glad to see Thomas already shoving things into the basement of the manor while the other farmhands busily stuffed and locked the barn with the animals. They couldn't take all the hens, but the wryverns and dogs could come. "Put them in the carts", Stray ordered, "meet me at the Lecartes Estate." Then, he rushed back towards the Constabulary.

Lady Glory's orders were clear, too. Minus civil liberties, and basic rights to keep order? Straylor was beginning to dislike the Lady Thane quite thoroughly. His mention of Arcana was also given very little warrant and a lot of arrogance on her part. It was no wonder the druids and the townspeople didn't work together to build Trysvale. This fool of a woman was standing in the way of it all! Mutting something beneath his breath, Straylor pushed on while gently patting Sabre on the neck in encouragement. "Almost there, boy" he said firmly.

The Constabulary was, naturally, the center of business now. All 1,000 some men were summoned or either reported immediately for orders regarding the evacuation. And Constable Tink was first to hand out preliminary orders before Straylor arrived. After a short briefing, he simply approved of the plan and asked to lead a squad of men to patrol the area south of Prosperity Square while the main evacuation teams led a majority of the 50,000+ souls out the main path of this impeding storm.

"Constables", Straylor greeted the group with an affirming nod, "I understand that our Lady Thane has ordered those who refused to leave to be put in the goal, but I will not stand for it. These are our friends, our fellow Trysvallians. If they refuse, we shall find them shelter in my Manour to wait out the storm. The farmlands are along the way to the Lecartes place. It should be safer there. Bring along any carts or carriages we may have. We will work as a sweep, in flank formation. My group will head toward the Druids' Cove", he paused to allow any questions then added, "the second group led by Constable Tink will go toward the lower districts and collect any unfortunate souls there. We leave no one behind. Buildings, businesses, homes can be rebuilt. But we are here to save lives first."

[Klue Malinconico]

No magic, Klue had remarked inwardly while pulling his hat from his head and wringing it out before putting it back on. The Thane had made that plain enough in a way coming to emphasize a particular charm to be expected of her in the future, or rather lack thereof. Just as well, truth was along with knowing none of it at all Klue didn’t care much for magic, likely it was his own keen interest in how things worked without it that drove his thinking. Still, either that thing out on the water was either aln uncommonly rare natural anomaly, maybe come of components of sea water reacting strangely to a violent electrical and rain storm for instance - funny how he thought of the farfetched possibility when it was too late to mention it, or a thing come of magic and it would be nice to know which. He wasn’t suggesting it though, the voice behind the hand didn’t seem amenable to changing its mind.

”Yes ma’am,” he said of assisting in the evacuation and darted a glance at Ality when Lady Glory pointed her out and named off a few more individuals to be deputized. He wondered if they’d met, Ality and Straylor. If not it would make for interesting observing but he’d places to be and doors to knock on. ”Constable I imagine word’ll get round fairly fast, I’ll grab a few volunteers and start in th’ Sticks, sweepin’ th’ neighborhood and knockin’ on doors t’ make sure no one’s left b’hind or refusin’ t’ budge. I know most of my neighbors there,” he said and took off, pausing by Ality before he headed out. With a shake of his head he pulled his hat off his head, wrung it out again and stuck it on hers. ”Ye look like a drowned rat, don’t linger too long get yerself off safe with th’ rest.”

Then seeking out Seth he headed his way. ”She’s a real piece o’ work,” he dared say of lady Glory under his breath with a dry smile when all official ears were well away. ”No one knows what that thing is but we’re evacuatin’ the city up t’ th’ hills in the north b’fore it gets here. There’s been word t’ deputize ye but if ye want t’ come along I’m off to the Sticks t’ knock on doors an' make sure everyone’s goin’ as they should, get th’ old folks movin’. A handful of ‘em I suspect will want t’ hunker down an’ ride it out an’ there’ll be convincin’ ‘em different. I want t’ see Sophie and Amos off with Kat as’well since I’ll be needin’ t’ stick around till all are safe and away.”

[Ality Vera]

If Ality had known about the Grittlesticks and their plot to loot the lands, she'd stay behind to loot along-- damn Trysvale destroyed her Devil's Farm, took away her Vera Vines, and gave her nothing but a lazy shopkeeper and a lingerie shoppe. She'd loot the Thane's house first for calling her a screeching monkey-- Lady Glory her glorious butt. The hag had to get into a biotchslap fest with Ality-- she'd slap goodness into the old blokette.

And here was Klue giving her a hat, all gentlemanly like. She sneezed, sneezed a thank you in his face and watch him walk off. "Don't forget to save your own daughter Klue!" Yes you walk off to be a hero. She shivered, suddenly feeling abandoned but she wasn't about to show her vulnerability to the town of racist/sexist/elitists! *thought the hypocrite*

Just cuz she was a she, she wasn't deputized! Ality was one of 'em deputies of the Legion of Justice! Stupid Moonstar and his stupid cult, the LOJ had meant nothing to Lady Glory. Ality planted her palms on her hips and pressed her lips tightly.

"What's taking so long? Take us to safety already," she ordered to no one in particular-- possibly to her best friend Straylor if he were nearby. "Don't want no orange glow to swallow me whole, dammit." She shook her fist at the rains, the winds, the orange glow and the buff but ugly guy next to her who looked at her funny. "What you want? A beating fool?"

[Mesomorto]

OOC: think it's time for some introduction

The road that led north of Trysvale was normally calm, or at least not crowded, and that had been a bless to Mesomorto. It has been more than a month that he lived at the Chapel of Passing Devotion with father Melancholy. He still wore clothes that covered his body from sight and curiosity but he slowly chose more colours, probably to compensate the absence of such concept on his own skin. He chose cold colours, suiting the peace and calm of the peace he belonged to, and wore blue clothe that faded to dark in places. His body was followed by a tight set of shirt and thin trousers that outlined his human form; upon it he wore a blue light jacket that he tied at his waist and that had large sleeves that extended to cover his hands from vision. Large dark trousers hid the thinner ones he wore inside and also gave his move a more fluid seeming, eluding the shape of his legs. His long hair reached his mid section but was half covered by a cloth he wore on his head and that he tied under the dark hair. The rays of sun could not clear his face for the shade cast by the edge of the head cover allied to a veil he tied from ear to ear to the grey cloth let only his eyes appearing.

Mesomorto was standing next to the graves when he noticed people coming outside the town, or at least at its lacking gates. He was wondering what was happening and decided that he would just move closer and discover by himself. He moved along the path and tried to listen. During his time at the chapel he managed to learn the basics of common and he could speak himself with some success.

OOC2: Not sure where the others are so I did not precise.

[Darkthael Morgreed]

Perhaps the only living soul in Trysvale that had any admiration for the much hated Lady Glory was Darkthael Morgreed. Not that he liked having her as a ruler, not in the least, he would be the first to murder the woman given the chance and no probability of retribution. But the power she represented was of much interest to the black dracon, how was it possible that this person, who was disliked by almost the whole town could command them to do as she decided so easily?

Yes, power was surely a topic of interest for the scheming being. But for the moment it was not yet his time to be served, but unfortunately to serve. Disguised in the body and mind of the medonian human Danael, he approached Straylor and presented to his service. For now, even getting a little bit close to power would have to be enough for the inner-dracon.

"Lady Thane's... suggestion was that you should recruit myself to help in the evacuation, Chief Constable, I am prepared to do so if I can be of any use." - Spoke Danael and awaited silently his instructions should they come.

Darkthael probably was also the only one among those who heard Straylor's unwillingness to follow his thane orders to the letter, who was at least slightly disappointed. But what the dracon thinks, the human hides, and Danael smiled and nodded at the Constable's speech.

[Odyleon]

Meanwhile, at the Lady Luck Inn, formerly known as the Naked Orc...

Mr. Leon paced around the room where his family was assembled, Mrs. Leon and the children. Word on the street was that everyone was to be evacuated because the new boss, same as the old boss, had issued the order. Beneath multiple layers of Illusions, Mr. Leon gave a short speech to his family, all the while balancing a long cookie on his finger.

"This is nonsense, and we will not stand for it, Mrs. Leon," he proclaimed, their fake identities never abandoned, even in their private moments. "An orange glow in the distance and they close up shop. I was thinking of going to this Thane Glory person and telling her just what I think of her orders, Mrs. Leon. Evacuating a pregnant woman and her children! What is the world coming to? No, I mean, What. Is. The. World. Coming. To?"

He took a second cookie and balanced it onto the first, in a perpendicular fashion so as to fashion a cross of sorts. "The guard has not been born yet who can drive the Leons out of their property, I do think." The Thane would be dealt with later on, maybe he would have her gallop across town on all fours for her impudence. "Mrs. Leon, there comes a time in every man's life, when he needs to step up and defend his family, his values, and his secret cookie stash."

Really, after one had survived the Isle of the Crown, an orange glow and some rain was quite the yawner. With a snap of his fingers, the Mage called forth several Illusions, making the door of the room blend seamlessly with the wall, adding Suggestions hinting that there had never been a door there to begin with, that there was nothing on the other side of the wall. With all curtains drawn, the Leons prepared themselves for what was to come. Having plenty of food at their disposal, their future was certainly better than that of the poor Trysvalian refugees.

[Seth Lavryl]

Seth idly watched the badger lay limp on the ground, scuffing at the edge of the corpse before muttering underneath his breath. It was all pretty much useless now, go figure. Nobody would be interested in buying its pelt, and with that damn abominable orange glow off in the distance, people were fretting and rising themselves up to a panic. He sighed beneath his breath and wiped his brow, attempting to dry his forehead and stall the trickle of water that slid down the edges of his eyes.

He really couldn’t make sense of all this. The storm had been growing bad for a cycle now, but this? This?

Seth saw Klue walking over and held out a hand in greeting, feral smile rough around the edges skirting the edges of his facial expression. “I’d say. Can’t claim to be her biggest fan either, heh,” he admitted, confession clear as day in his eyes as he shook his head and withdrew from the handshake, crossing his arms in front of his chest and hugging his frame for warmth. He ignored the badger. “Deputy eh? Ya know, I reckon you’ll need the help,” he gave in fairly easily, recognizing the situation for what it was worth. He wasn’t overtly pleased with the idea of trudging it out in all this rain and attempting to convince a bunch of hodgepodge old citizens to abandon their lives, the very essence of their being. Homes were here. Memories forged. Relationships broken. Absently, Seth wondered if Brooke was evacuating. And Francis, and old Lady Frugle. He’d better tell them…

“Sure Klue, I’ll help ya. Ya think we could stop by my house on the way though? I think I’d best tell my neighbors what’s going on, and…well, think Sophie would be alright watching after Ajax? He’s my new pup…got him last month. Not too big,” he asked hopefully, shouldering his bow before gesturing in the direction they should take. The Wold would be a quick four minute side-trip from the main road leading through the Sticks, and Seth was rather persistent on going. He couldn’t just leave his dog there. The pup was smart, cunning, and energetic. Hunters killed for dogs with half as much instinct.

The pair arrived at Seth’s house fairly easily enough, with the hunter sprinting inside and fumbling about for a key to lock the joint up after he left. Seth kept a rather low profile with his neighbors, and was thankful to see Francis waving him off and George assisting old Lady Frugle up towards the Lescartes farms. Jonathon and his family, too, were seen bundling together in a small cart and headed away. He emerged with a small bundle of fur cast in a myriad of brown and black, accompanied by a bark of mild protest, bright red collar and leather lead firmly attached as Seth dropped the key into the pocket of his trousers and turned back to Klue. “Thanks man. After ya,” he lifted up Ajax and pointed towards the right, where the twisting avenue bent and met with the main road leading into the Sticks.

Hopefully Sophie wouldn’t mind her new friend to play with, wet and furry as he was.

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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!

[Mesomorto]

A person who was born would live and then die and that was the course of life; in the same way would people follow the flow of the crowd and seek shelter. But for a moment, let's consider that the order of life was screwed and that a soul died before living and that she lived in rememberance of its death. It is in that case that every part of a common sense speech would fall to nonsense, an Gods know that people of Trysvale didn't like nosense. Mesomorto, from beneath the shades of grey and the blue tainted lips of his hidden face was that man, the very soul that didn't follow the course of life. All rules were screwed.

As he heard the speech, the rumour and the noise, he considered the situation. It had been a month or so that he lived outside the limits of the town and that he shared his life with the proximity of a town full of humans. It was something new to him even though he was among his brethren. The young man had passed his time focusing on the silence and following the echoes of his ideas and watching their waves reach the shores of reality and turn back to him transformed. it was such a feeling to hit the solid reality and feel its rigosity. It would be nonsense to follow the smooth path of the others and miss a chance to sense the irregular surface of an exciting life.

Through the canvas of threatening rain and bad temper, the man moved downward and toward the town. His steps were regular but smooth and his blue garb followed his body's move with a slow dance caused by the rising wind. He would approach further. Everyone seemed occupied with their own lives and looking for a way to move away. Even if they didn't know if the other away was safe. He spotted 'her'. Simple words to give simple descriptions: she was his contrary. Full of colours-it was the first time he'd spot a red haired person, and active to extent the elf lady just monopolised his eyes and attention. He was wondering if all elves were like her but he secretly doubted as he remembered seeing elves being very..elvin.

He moved closer to her, trying to be the less surprising or dangerous. He would make care not to directly show his face to her and keep his shadows on his own skin.

"What danger is there?", he said trying to master the human tongue as much as he could. He would have wished she could understand goblin tongue but few ever did. Whatever the reaction of the elf was, Mesomorto was glad to hit the solid reality again.

[Straylor Leonard]

"By Her grace ineed", Straylor muttered back as he took his small group of me Southward to check on the few littered outhouses and structures that stood just before the borders of the Druids Copse. Should Stray find any people still in their homes, he'd ask them to board one of the transports they brought along along with any possessions they wished to bring. Stray personally helped these people haul their belongings (to an extent, of course) while insisting that everyone would turn out all right -- despite the pelting rain and the ominous glow in the distance.

One by one, Straylor would fill the carts and send them back with a horseman as an escort. Depending on their progress, Stray finished his final rounds by riding off toward the Copse. If there were still men with him, he would give them permission to either turn back and help out with the residents, or come with him. "Either way, we need to make sure that they are all right."

It's true that rumors of an Archdruid was prominent within Trysvale. But Stray had yet meet him ... or her. He came mostly because of his Mistress, Jasmine. She was always kind to him, and Straylor could not in good conscience leave without at least warning her. Leaving his sword sheathed and hooked on his belt, Stray jogged through the familiar brush and foilage that covered the very location of the Copse itself. And now running past the 'Eyes of Carmelya', a massive stone tower Stray made his way toward the 'Nest', which was the main compound of the Copse.