Sergeant Arthol

Miklos slunk back a way. He hunted in his back pack and found his old student clothes he used to run around Specularum with when he was truenting with the others. He slipped over the tunic and belted it up. He felt less mage-like and more the nobleman’s son. He didn’t want to stick out too much in this cleric-run town.

“By the way I am looking for Cardia the Elf. Do you know where I could find her?” inquired Ludo.

“We guards are here to protect Threshold, not answer inquiries,” he replied gruffly at first. Then, his mood lightened momentarily. “But, if ye wish to make inquiries of me or my men, ye may have some luck getting answers with the purchase of an ale or two when we be off duty over at the Hook and Hatchet.

At the announcement, Feldard scowled. “Bah! I ain’t handing over my axe to anyone,” The dwarf stated firmly. “If you want, I’ll figure a way to peace tie it.. but I ain’t handing it over.”

Stephan’s jaw was askew at Patch’s proclamation. But instead of objecting, he grabbed a large sack from the Mudlark and stowed his bow and quiver in it. Using the loop from the sack’s drawstring, he hoisted the load over his shoulder.

“Right then, Patch. We’ll keep the arms under control.”

“The name be Sergeant Arthol, and I’m afraid that won’t do. I don’t write the law here. Ye may not like it, but that be the way it is.”

Ludo upon hearing the grizzled veterans statement, sighed “Sir, I am just a hunter, my weapons are of no danger to anyone in town, and I would be more than happy to unstring my bow whilst I am in town.”

“The way it goes is ye give yer name to my scribe Anya here, and she records all yer prohibited weapons. Ye can pick them up over at the Town Hall when ye be ready to leave.” The sergeant’s tone was getting more gruff by the syllable.

Maruc raised an eyebrow. “One moment Feldard.” He stepped right up to the guard, the words ‘clerical court’ sounded interesting. He stood a moment allowing the guard to take in his clerical garb. “Are you about to disarm my guard? Do you know whom you seek to stop in their god given duty? Who are you to stand in the way of a servant of the Lord Halav?”

Not used to having his orders questioned, Arthol was quickly losing his patience. “Father, if what ye say is true, then ye should know that these rules are enforced by decree of Patriarch Sherlane himself.”

“I will hear none of your petty excuses!” responded Maruc. “Take me at once to your High Priest, and we shall see what their holinesses have to say about your conduct!”

“Very well then!” said Arthol, now angry. He whistled loudly to summon the eight guards posted at the docks. “We can take ye to the Clerical Court at once, but first, ye’ll be handing over those weapons!”



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13 responses to “Sergeant Arthol

  1. Note: During the remainder of the boat trip, everyone was healed and got their spells back.

    10:05am, Lunadain, the 6th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Moderately cloudy, calm

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 23,985/24000
    Miklos: 23,975/40000
    Feldard: 24,225/34000
    Hasan: 23,400/32000
    Stephan: 23,275/32000
    Ludo: 22,805/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo moved over to Anya and handed over his bow, and scratched his name against the spot that Anya pointed to in her ledger. Hoisting his back pack he moved off into town, wondering where the spies were that Golthar had most likely hired were watching from. He felt strangly nervous about entering town and wondered if perhaps shouting Athol a few drinks later might reveal some information about Golthars whereabouts. A man of his description should not be hard to find especially having travelled to Threshold on a flying carpet.

    In the mean time he followed the Athol, the guards and the group to the Clerical Court, as they walked through the bustling streets he turned to Miklos, “this could go badly for us, its much better to obey the law when they watching and do what you like when they are not”.

  3. Feldard

    Feldard eyed the guard with a scowl and for a moment considered telling the others to continue on without him but that would mean he would not be present when the others met with Nicolai’s mother.. that wouldn’t do.

    The dwarf stomped his way over to the scribe and gruffly gave his name and handed over his crossbow and his two axes. “If they are tampered with in anyway, YOU..” Feldard pointed to the guard, “will find out quickly that this dwarf doesn’t need weapons to upset your precious peace.”

    His scowl remained in place during the guided walk into town.

  4. Stephan

    Stephan muttered under his breath and followed Feldard’s lead in allowing the town’s guard to register his bow and arrows.

    He followed along with the group, keeping an eye on the townsfolk. Upon seeing where their weapons would be kept, he said “Da. I’ll be on my way then. Back for my things soon.”

    Turning to his companions, “We don’t need to all stay and present at the court, do we? I’ll go with Feldard to Nicolai’s mother’s place. We’ll meet back here at the third hour.”

  5. Ludo

    Ludo muttered to Stephen “yes but what will Athol say? He has in effect ‘asked’ us to accompany him, I doubt he will agree to you and Feldard splitting off after we ‘demand’ to go to the Clercial Court”.

  6. Feldard

    While Feldard only wanted to be done with this place as quick as possible, he wasn’t willing to split off from Maruc and the main group. Maruc had stretched the truth a bit, by telling the guard that he, Feldard, was his personal bodyguard. Feldard wasn’t about to let the cleric be caught in a lie by leaving his side just as he was going to see this Court of Clerics. “Where Maruc goes, so do I – you know that, Stephan.” Feldard answered loud enough for the city guard to overhear. “Nicolai’s remains will wait. Plus do you REALLY want to be without the priest when you tell her that her son died? Not I,” he added softly.

  7. Stephan

    Stephan knew all too well when he was defeated in an argument. He grunted acquiescence and stood near the back of the group, watching with some curiosity the goings on.

  8. Hasan

    Hasan quietly handed the guard his bow, and marked the appointed place on the weathered parchment. The elf fell into step with the troops and trudged through the town, bristling as he heard the little boys heckle the group of “five men travelling with one girl — she must be tired! how desperate can they be?” He didn’t care that the boys had seen so few elves they thought he was a girl. The elf turned in fury to Feldard, “Your stubbornness will be the death of us yet, dwarf! Would it kill you to enter somewhere quietly, even once?!” The boys in the crowd tittered more, and the butt of a guard’s spear dug deep into the small of Hasan’s back. The elf stumbled forward again, quietly.

  9. Feldard

    “Is it my fault the folk here are ninnies? They cower from an axe yet think nothing of allowing those with swords into their city freely,” the dwarf retorted.

  10. Ludo

    Ludo chuckled, “Feldard, maybe they have heard of your reputation with that axe and figure that this is the best way to keep the peace. You should take it as a compliment”.

    As they walked to the clerical court, Ludo kept a wary eye out for land marks and suspicious faces in the crowd, sadly having the guard ‘escourting’ new arrivals to the town was making that job impossible, as it seemed that everyone in town was congregating to see what the fuss was about. Sadly Ludo’s thoughts of sneaking quietly into town, conducting their business and leaving just as quietly without fuss had just gone up in smoke. Golthar would know all about their arrival now.

  11. Maruc

    Maruc remainded aloof and silent in front of the guards. He wasn’t really one for trouble making but he felt he needed to teach this sergeant a lesson in deference.


    after description of court and introductions of key characters…

    “I must have the honour of being in the presence of His Celestial Transendancy the Most Hol Patriarch Sherlane? I give you greetings and and prayers from my Abbot who resides in a modest quarter of Specularum. Thank you for your servants’ … kind invitation to visit your city. He was however somewhat robust in his respect for the cloth. I very much doubt that your Holinesses would have him disrespect those of a …higher station? It would surprise me greatly that, although his loyalty is beyond question, his freedom to treat the priesthood in the manner demonstrated to me …. was what you desired.”

    “If I have caused offence by showing my feelings to this servant then I beg your forgiveness. This is but a small matter and he has my weapon. But I felt this matter deserved some small moment of your attention. I shall pray for his misguided soul and this matter will not reach the ears of the clergy of Specularum as I know the special relationship that dwells within the hearts of all clergy.”

    Maruc affected a brave but slightly hurt face for a few moments before dropping his eyes in a solomn gesture. “Mere greetings is not all I have to bring to your attention Most Holy. Firstly a brave companion of mine has fallen in battle against an evil….wizard.” Maruc paused. “I have brought his ashes for his mother to bury. The wizard was vanquished and my companions and I are hunting out his Dark Brothers who have infested these lands. Despite the best efforts of the solidery of the Devine Duke Stefan.” Maruc looked up into the eyeys of the Patriarch

    “This brings me to my second reason for standing before you. We have uncovered the identity of one such Dark Brother who was seen entering Threshold. I seek your permission to bring this man to Holy justice. He is a dangerous and powerful Wizard and will stop at nothing to gain his own ends. He can call on vast numbers of indocrinated slaves and I fear what mischief he will cause within your walls.”

    Maruc knelt. “Patriarch Sherlane, do we have your permission to continue our Holy quest?”

  12. miklosdostevar

    Miklos winced behind his hand at Maruc’s out of character bluster. There must be some reason for this as the cleric was normally is that enthusiastic about violence. Perhaps these last few months have opened his eyes to the world. But something about what his was doning smacked of manipulation. Like he wanted to see the Patriarch and didn’t want to wait for an audience. Either Maruc was stupid and was going to end up in a cell or Miklos was witnessing a master stoke of political wiles.

    Time would tell. But as he slunk along behind Lucius making himelf as unobtrustive as possible he wondered also if this bluster was almost aimed at taking attention away from him? Either way Miklos distanced himself from Maruc.

  13. miklosdostevar

    cleric was normally is that enthusiastic >

    cleric was normally less than enthusiastic

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