C.A.R.P.S.

[Kimberlyn Darksbane]

*Kimberlyn looks a bit confused listening to everyone cheer.*

Just doing my job and enforcing the law where magic is concerned. Yes, if anyone is wondering yes I am one of those people who will enforce the law to the most of my abilities.

*Looks at the crowd*

Now if you all could please form a single file line I would appreciate it so that I can just make certain there are no more rogue magi or the like among you.

[X-GM Fesko]

The newcomers are quick to cooperate after the display of might, and line up as Kimberlyn orders. The first in line winces and gives an involuntary yelp at her probe, and does indeed sense as magical.

[Sylas Hay]

"You may want to ask if anyone is already registered, before you plow through the whole bunch Kimberlyn. And I'd like a list of any who do sense please"
*to the guards, as he pulls a few stones out of his pouch*
"Put him in cell Two. Leave the door open, but post a guard. I want to talk to him before I decide if I want to lock that door or not. I will be with you in a moment, I have a stone in my shoe that needs removing"
*glances at the stones then slips them back in his pouch*
"Thandar. If youd like to join me at the bar for that drink"
*motions to the Inn*

[Kimberlyn Darksbane]

*Kimberlyn looks at Sylas*

That was basically the plan. You do not need to inform me of a plan I already had in mind.

[Vaellar]

*A small Guthrie approaches Kimberlyn, glancing down at the dead mage on the ground he cringes slightly. Looking up at Kimberlyn he tries to smile, but really the worry on his face makes it look more like a look of terror as he presents a set of rolled papers to her with an obviously shaking hand.

He very quietly mummbles something while starring at the dead man and your pretty sure you can make out the word "registered" but very little else is understandable as he appears to be in somewhat of a shock at the display.*

[Draven darkheart]

*looks at Kimberlyn & Sylas *

Do mind if I see what this dead rouge had on him?

[Kimberlyn Darksbane]

Actually I plan on taking a look once I am done checking everyone out. Right now anything he had on him consider it House DeVris property.

*Looks at the Guthrie*

I do believe we met once before and I do remember you saying to me you were in the Guild of Mages. I thank you for the papers however.

*She notices his reaction*

The gentleman refused to join the guild in accordance with King's Law and attacked me, tried to turn me into bacon I believe were his words. He choose his fate, but to let you know he was given the opportunity to avoid what did happen to him.

[X-GM Fesko]

Some time passes as Kimberlyn sorts through the travelers and Sylas converses with Thandar in the Inn. While the ‘leader’ of the immigrants rarely stops talking save to consume more ale, very little useful information is spilled. The first half hour or so is devoted primarily to compliments for Bombour’s beverages, which are, as he repeatedly states, the finest his pallet has ever sampled. His favorite subject, however, is himself, and this occupies the rest of the time.

He does admit he loves to hear the sound of his own voice, and has on many occasions mentioned things he probably shouldn’t have – which is surely the real reason he finds himself out here. But then, he also has an eye for the ladies. Highborn ladies – usually of higher station than himself – which is surely the real reason he finds himself out here. He also loves his drink, and can pack away quite a bit, but sometimes he packs away a bit too much. On several occasions he’d caused quite a scene in the royal courts while under the influence – surely the real reason he finds himself out here. But at least he’s always gotten along well with the peasantry. He’s always found it fun to join them in the local tavern and lampoon the nobility. Why, once he and they got so drunk and riled up, he lead the angry mob to the manse of his father to engage in loud protest – and perhaps THIS is the real reason he finds himself out here.

[Draven darkheart]

No problem .

That is why I asked first.

*smiles at Kimberlny*

[Kimberlyn Darksbane]

*Kimberlyn looks confused as she senses everyone.*

What the....

*Looks at one of the guards*

Could someone get Sylas for me. Now would be good.

[Draven darkheart]

I will

*runs to get Sylas*

[Rianna Lindsay]

*aroura walks back up to kimberlyn*
What's the matter? You look confused. (said quietly)

[Kimberlyn Darksbane]

*Leans over and whispers in Aroura's ear. and then turns her attention to the guard again.*

Please go and get Sylas for me.

[Torvach]

*saunters back out of the woods accompanied by two wolf pups and with a dire boar slung over one shoulder and casually surveys the scene*

Thought I'd be the first one to make a corpse today.

*shrugging rips off one of the boars legs and tosses it to the pups and sets the carcass on the ground*

Foods here, come get your share, cooking it is your problem though.

*slices a piece off and chews it while waiting for the immigrants*

[X-GM Fesko]

"Draven's on it. He'll get Sylas." Replies the guard, thumbing over his shoulder to indicate the retreating form of the adventurer.

Immigrants flock around the large, dead beast. Nearly half of them had attained some meat, some of them even conveying their thanks, before it is stripped to the bone.