Well…here we go…again…
By Kalan on Jan 13, 2008 in General ramblings
Hey gang…just thought I’d put something up to pass the time, and hopefully I can manage to keep it up this time!
Welcome to the new and somewhat improved Kalan’s Korner. We’re moving to using WordPress instead of a normal CMS - for a few reasons. Mostly the CMS just is too fancy for what it is I’m wanting to do…which is basically going to be just talking about games, and my two Shaintar campaigns. So hopefully you can stick around, and enjoy the show!
Very cool. :o)
MJ Harnish | Jan 14, 2008 | Reply
Where to start? Hmm. I guess I should say that I am in Kalan’s Crisis of Faith Campaign. I did miss the first session, and Kalan and I were discussing my character, he asked me a pretty pointed question. How did you come to be in the Rangers? To be honest I dislike that organization as I feel like it ropes players into a group they might not want to join. I tend to like my players to have a little more free will. Its Kalan’s game so I thought I would write up How Rousseau Renier got into the Rangers.
The morning air was cool and crisp as Rousseau shook the morning dew from his blanket. The crate he’d found the night before was more than ample to keep the frequent showers this time of year off his head but it didn’t really matter. Rousseau had endured live on the streets for many years and become accustomed to weather related difficulties, besides it didn’t really rain that hard. Hardly a puddle still remained and while the cobblestone streets were still slick, that wouldn’t last more than a couple hours before the wind and morning sun took their toll on them.
Throwing the blanket back into the crate, he climbed out and stretched. Everything is as it should be and in working order he thought… Breakfast, time to acquire some food, he thought to himself.
He walked to the end of the alley hard a footstep echoed as he walked onto the main street of Camden, turning towards the docks merchants had already put their wares on display and the morning business day had begun. Oooh that Miss. Molly Wintersworth is a beauty, momentarily distracted by the young lady talking with a merchant. Rousseau strolled over to her finding a mostly used cigar on the ground between him and his target. He picked it up. Still stooped over he crept up to her remaining below her line of site.
BOO!! He said as he goosed her in the ribs…
Startled, she jumped nearly tossing the items in her basket onto the cobblestone street.
Exasperated, she turned and let out ROOOUSSSSEAUUUU! You do that to me every time Mother sends me to market. You know if I had something breakable I’d have your hide tanned in town center.
You would not besides you know I would have caught it anyway. Nothing goes to waste as long as I am around. He said trying to shake the straw and things out of his hair with his left hand as he paid close attention to what was in her basket.
You mean nothing doesn’t find its way into your pockets as long as you are around.
Now, listen here Missy! Not all of us are born with a silver spoon in our mouth. He says with a big toothy grin besides those things are just lying around waiting to be picked up.
So MS. Haversham’s string of pearls…on the second floor of her house, inside her bedroom, inside her locked jewelry chest is just lying AROUND!
I have no such knowledge of any Mrs. Haversham. Besides that lock was old and a good didn’t work correctly.
So you DID take those pearls?!?
I DID Not!!
That’s the word on the street.
Since when do you believe the word on the street? I never knew the word on the street ever journeyed so far as to the lofty reaches of Maison du Winterworth.
A shrill TWEEEETTTTT! sounded near the end of the street. Every merchant and patron on the street instantly stopped what they were doing to turn their head in the direction of the whistle. A constable in the middle of the street waving his arms wildly, whistle in his mouth was running towards the couple. STOP!!! Directed at Rousseau.
Rousseau rolled his eyes .. Not again….
The young Miss Winterworth tucked her chin into her shoulder and giggled…
What have you gotten yourself into this time?
An out of breath constable Olamshi stood before the couple. You sir…Rousseau Renier Are under arrest…
On what grounds? A disinterested but agitated Rousseau responded
Theft of a valuable holy object from a pilgrim passing through on their way to Nazatir has proclaimed it stolen, and your name came to the top of the list.
Could you describe the object I am supposed to have stolen officer? Rousseau said with a smirk
It is a stick pin with an emerald the size of a marble, stated the constable flatly. You know full well what it looks like.
I see, very valuable? I guess. Just the kind of item some one of my disposition would go after. If, I were actually the one to have stolen it.
Yes sir…
And where was I supposed to have taken it…
It was locked in the money counters upstairs vault as the pilgrim was waiting for a ship to take them on the rest of their journey.
I see … stated Rousseau.
So this stick pin? It was in a place only some one of exceptional skill could have gotten it?
Rousseau deftly climbs the street light and lights the end of the recently acquired cigar.
My that does sound like me.
Miss Wintersworth snickers…….
Careful Mademoiselle, this in not the sort of person your parents would approve of you associating with.
Her face flushes red and she states. Are you accusing me of helping him?
Uh uh of course not… stammers the constable.
Turning back to Rousseau. Where were you Last night?
Can we talk about this outside of prying ears? Gesturing to Miss Wintersworth. I would not like all my friends to know of my improprieties.
Well let’s go then. ordered the constable.
Enchanted to meet you again Miss Wintersworth. Careful not to lose your basket.
As the constable escorts him down the street heading towards the dock and the office of the captain of the guard.
The captain of the guard’s office is one that is shared with harbormaster. Really a non descript wooden shack with a door on one side and a window looking out into the harbor.
The one thing that makes this building unique is a brig. Actually a ten by twelve iron sheathed box with a door. Rousseau is unfortunately familiar with its confines.
The Captain of the guard is a big burly man. Probably a mate on a ship at one time, but he lost his love for the sea and took the job as Captain of the guard. Long haired he still dips his pony tail in tar like most of the sailors do to keep it in order.
Mr. Renier so glad you could make it and accept our hospitality. Never being one to beat around the bush. We have a signed avadavat that says they saw you crawling out of the money changers upstairs window last night and that last night a certain item was stolen from said Moneychangers. How do you plead?
Wait Captain. Let me see this sworn avadavat. There before Rousseau. Was a sworn testimony of one Mr. Marquis. Also secretly known as the leader of the thieves guild in town, but has a legitimate Sail making shop in town to make him a reputable merchant.
Not guilty?!?
Trial in the morning then… Hanging in the afternoon, and we will finally be rid of you. The vagabond Rousseau Renier finally brought to justice on my watch.
Constable Olamshi, sneered he said he was with a lady friend last night. What lady would ever have a sort like him?
Into the box went Rousseau Renier. The daylight hours soon passed into the nighttime hours. The guard on duty went to sleep sitting in a chair with his back propped up against the wall.
Rousseau grabbed a splinter from one of the timbers in the floor and deftly began working on the lock. After about five minutes he had it unlocked. They have never changed that lock, but even Rousseau was impressed he could open the lock with only a splinter. He deftly crept out gathering his things a dagger and a set of thieves’ tools and left the building.
I guess I have outstayed my welcome. Rousseau began to make plans to leave the city.
Russell | Jan 16, 2008 | Reply