| Quitter Dread 
Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: London
Posts: 2,602
| Friday 25th August
It was training day, so I’d ordered the men off to Cove for their exercises, and then popped in to Trinsic to see if any were still loitering there.
I saw VanQa, and went over to see how she was (that drow who’s been stalking her has cursed her and she can no longer speak), but she was with Captain Devante.
We got into an argument about the war (he said we’d betrayed them, and I said we’d never ally with a bunch of inbred, elf-burning bigots) and VanQa stalked off, unhappy that two of her friends were arguing.
Then another of Devante’s marksmen turned up, and saw fit to insult me in way that questioned my gender. Naturally I saw red, and told Devante to get out of my way so that I could remove the bastard’s tongue. He refused, of course, but his minion thought it was funny to insult me more, so I told Devante I’d put the sword away once the lad apologised.
And ye know what? Devant had the temerity to say that if I hurt the lad, he’d never sleep with me. Cheeky sodding bastard!
So I went for the marksmen and chased him around in front of the jail (naturally, he ran in circles like the coward he is) until the guards came out and told us to desist.
Reluctantly, I complied, and they ordered the lad to apologise. He did so, but appended the apology with “sir”. Well, I wasn’t having that. I hit him again and he tried to run, but such was my rage that he was down in moments.
I allowed the guards to arrest me, though, of course, I’d done nothing wrong. They told me I’d get an hour in the cells to cool down, and a 1,000 crown fine, which I’d pay quite happily just to see the smirk wiped off that impudent marksman’s face.
So I cooled my heels for an hour, until the guardswoman, Natalie, came to let me out. I was expecting an escort to the bank so I could get the money to pay the fine, but instead she says she has a job for me. Evidently, they’d changed their mind about the fine, and wanted me to clean the jail!
Well, there’s no way a Kaldorian commander is going to clean for Britannians. I’ll not be humiliated, which is why I’d punished the marksman in the first place.
As I was arguing with the guards, Mordred turned up, with another maul I didn’t recognise. I’d noticed this maul earlier, as I was arrested, so evidently he’d seen what happened and had gone to find someone. Turns out he was Vognar’s younger brother, and looked a lot like Voggy, save for having both of his hands still.
Anyway, Mordred made a big song and dance about how I wasn’t going to clean because commanders didn’t do menial work, and whilst they argued, I had an idea.
I sent Mordred and the maul, whose name was Kurgan, off to the embassy, then I grabbed a mop and made as if I was going to start cleaning. I went up the stairs and fortunately, none of the other guards followed. Suckers.
From there I simply left the jail via the upper entrance and walked along the walls to the embassy. No one saw or tried to stop me.
The guardswoman, Natalie, came to the embassy soon after, having realised I’d left, and told me there would be a warrant out for me soon. Fortuantely she was smart enough to realise that the embassy is Kaldor soil, and didn’t try to arrest me again.
I’m not sure how this will turn out, but I’ll not be humiliated by the Trinsic guards for doing something that needed doing. Even they admitted the lad was an arse. But apparently it amused them to see a commander with a mop.
Well, to hell with them. |