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Promotion - Veronna; (p)
Topic Started: Tue Sep 18, 2007 6:18 pm (361 Views)
Sam Flare
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Gods damn that corporal! When I'm captain there are going to be big changes. Sam run hurriedly through Taras Square. It was, at the best of times, not the ideal place to be when in a hurry, but any other route would have him run alot further, and he didn't want to appear out of breath infront of the Goddess. There had been a mass-burglary at some important shop, mot likely brought about by the infamous Kicks-Inna-Teeth, and the watchmen that had arrived to the seen first were unforunate enough to have a stupid, unimaginative, weaseling little moron as a corporal - the burglars were much smarter than the corporal, who had, against odds, captured them and were it not for the arrival of sergeant Flare, would undoubtedly of escaped. Recalling the words he used when he had seen the corporal, a smile flickered across his face; "Upon my oath, corporal, I am not a violent man, but if you handle another crime in this way, I will have to resort to allowing the criminal mastermind behind this robbery do as his name suggests."

And now he was running late, due to one of the robbers having no shakles and a concealed knife - he had almost let him stab the corporal however. Sergeant Sam Flare had a reputation to uphold as a ruthless crime-fighting rooftop chasing machine; which he definately was. Sure, he'd had his fair share of awakenings in the gutter, knife wounds in the chest and broken ribs, but he'd always come out on top. Well, until recently, that was; there was a new wave of murders and the like being commited due to the new intake of adventurers that walked around thinking they owned the place - Paladins giving money to charity this, Necromancers bringing a graveyard to life that - it was getting increasingly annoying, and, the funny thing was, the so-called 'Heroes' scarpered very quickly, before the watch got a chance to apprehend them.

Finally, after making his way very slowly across Taras Square, he reached the watchhouse. What I wouldn't give for a siege engine right now... He proceeded to the watchman seated at the desk; another sergeant, by the name of Calme. As Sam neared, he nodded, then said; "You're alright, for now. She's just arrived, so she might want another few minutes. What happened?" sergeant Calme had been in the force for nearly as long as Sam, which was nearing 25 years - a long time for anybody considering a career involving weapons. They had been friends for years, both promoted to sergeants at around the same time - and Calme was one of the most... artful men Flare had ever seen. "Damned corporal nearly lost his life; big burglary at Wilson's jewellry. I keep telling him to move to the more well-known areas, what with K.I.T on the loose. When did we last capture him, by the way?" K.I.T had visited the cells so many times, he must've known them like the back of his hand. He also managed to find secret entrances in each one too. "Well sarge, he was officially here a week ago..." The man laughed. Flare raised an eyebrow. "You didn't let Snorey be jailor again did you? The man keeps the keys on the end of his fingers! Well, next time... Find out how he escaped and build a new cell will you? The man's costing us money!" Calme smiles back in a look that suggested he knew exactly how bad a policeman Constable Snorey was, and that making him a jailor was a terrible idea. But it was good for a laugh, he'd decided. "When I'm captain, I swear I'm going to find a new person to man the desks." Sergeant Calme replied calmly; "Yes, sarge. Of course you will." I constable from across the room was watching the pair exchange conversation. He looked amused - Flare always managed to pick things like this up, and decided to see what the man would do under pressure. He walked over, then stared at the constable. "Atten-shun! Hyour hname constable? Hdon't give me hthat cheek - hwipe the smile hof your face and get on patrol! Hif you're still here hwhen I get back, hyou can forget about any extra plume allowances! Habout-turn! March!" The good sergeant was always up for a laugh.

He walked upstairs and sat down outside the office he knew the goddess to be in. You waited - nobody knocked when one of the most powerful deities in Imythess was around. You were told what to do - and you obeyed. He took his helmet off and swung it under his arm. The clock outside the office said ten past two. The Goddess must know he was out there - he could wait some more.
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¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm]
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It was interesting. Ever since she had been the goddess at Taras, she had never gone to the watchhouse belonging to the city guards. But she was now standing in one of the offices, looking out a window at the bustling city a story down from her. This was her city, and she was going to take control of it. It was not going to become a den of thieves, and she hated it. This was just the first step she was going take in ruling over the city. And the first step was order, and the upholding of the law.

That was why she was standing there, in the watchhouse. She sensed people downstairs, and the entrance of someone new, who seem to know what he was doing and going, most likely another one of the guards. The guards of Taras never got the respect they needed from the city, or outsiders. They were upon as stupid and brainless, patrolling the streets and missing most things. Which was completely wrong, and she herself, had learned to respect these men and women who tried to protect their city.

Veronna continued to stare out the window, as she felt someone climbing the stairs and seating themselves on a bench outside the office she was in. She smiled, pleased to have the sergeant finally here. She knew he was late, but she was hardly any earlier, having troubles with getting Vaoulrah to take a nap until Ocar returned to the temple. She waited, giving the sergeant Flare time to cool off from his run to get to the watchhouse.

The sun disappeared and reappeared as a cloud moved over it for a second. It was a pleasant day out, not too cold yet, but the breeze that blew outside held the smell of fall on it. The sun reflected off the armor she wore, which was mostly just a breastplate shaped to her form, gauntlets, and some armor on her legs, but she was dressed for speed and not defense, though the armor she wore was strong, but light.

Her hair was pulled back and in a braid which was wrapped up so as to not get in the way while in combat. Her red eyes were focused outside, but then were ripped back to reality, to what she had to do. "Sergeant, please come in."
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Sam Flare
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Well, here goes nothing. Sergeant Flare opened the door, marched in and turned to face the Goddess. She was dressed in fine armour, much better than the weak, disintegrating rubbish watchmen were issued; the current City Guard would be lucky not to be hurt by a small rock. He made a mental note to upgrade the standard chainmail to something a bit more classy. Back in the confines of the office, Sam ripped off a textbook salute, his left arm swinging across his chest to land by his ribs. His shoulders straightened and he puffed his chest out so much it looked as though he might take off. He took his arm away, then in a half-shout cried; "Ma'am, sergeant Sam Flare at your service ma'am. Heard you would like to see my ma'am!"

It was a trick used by one of the older sergeants, who had left the watch a number of years ago back when Flare was still a constable. He had said, when talking to a superior officer, always stick to formalities and always say 'sir' or 'ma'am' a lot. They seemed to like that; it had worked well for his career so far. He had also been told that something else used by officers when speaking to people with the authority to fire them was to say as little as possible, and tell white lies. That way, how could they get rid of you? He decided to employ these tactics against the Goddess - though he suspected they wouldn't work, what with her being a Goddess and all. He'd heard they could mind read, and all those other things you know super-powered can do. It must be fun being a God, Sam had decided.

He didn't much like Gods and their female counterparts, really. He'd always thought of them as a stuck-up bunch of ne'er-do-wells, thinking they sat around in the clouds doing nothing all day. Of course, before today, he'd never actually met a deity, and his view was slightly bias - were he to become a God, he wouldn't enjoy it one bit, and would probably use his powers to depose himself and come back to Imythess as a mortal. Well - maybe an immortal, but without powers. He'd never sworn on a God or Goddess before; he was just not that kind of person. Sam was the same with bribes; any person who tried to bribe a watchman got an extended sentence. Any guard accepting a bribe would lose their post. He was surprised that Veronna, as she was called, was taking an interest in the City Watch; he surmised it was probably her duty as Guardian of the city. At the moment they needed all the help they could get. Crime in the city was soaring, and thieves had grown used to the somewhat incompetent watch that was around now. The men (and women, elves, dwarves and in one particular case, a Vampire) needed to get that edge back, as they were accustomed to the leniency of the old captain. When he became captain, there were going to be BIG changes. Instead of thinking about this any longer, however, he decided to concentrate on the matter at hand. E.g. why a Goddess wanted to speak to him. "Ma'am, there was a big robbery just outside Wilson's jewellery! Sorry I'm late ma'am!"
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¤Veronna Darkblade[Adm]
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(Sorry I haven't replied for a while, it was our county Fair this past week and I was there almost everyday....)

As the man named Sam Flare entered, Veronna was reading his movements, watching everything he did, studying him, to find out his weaknesses, though, chances were, she would not need to know his weaknesses, unless she would fight against him. He stood in front of her and saluted, something that Veronna had never really done, since down in the Dark Lands they were not taught that sort of thing. But to play the roll as commanding officer, she better learn to salute. She gave him a quick salute, not as disciplined as his, and much more sloppy, but her stance and how she held herself told that she was confident and powerful, no nervousness about her at all.

The Sergeant's voice was loud as he shouted, about making her deaf. His use of 'ma'am' was a bit much, but she did not care to much. She would rather be called ma'am instead of Goddess.

She was able to read that this man did not have a whole lot of respect for the divine, but that was fine with her, she understood why some people did not like the gods, which probably was because the divine have been just sitting around for a very long time, there was no discipline to be found within their ranks, but Veronna intended to change that, no matter what it took. But to do that, she had to get a few mortal things in order.

She listened to him quickly explain why he was late, and she waved one of her hands. "No need to apologize Sergeant, I would rather have you late then Wilson loose all his jewelery." She smiled slightly, but kept her stern posture. "You're probably wondering why I asked you to come here, Sergeant Flare, and the truth is, I have not been involved with Taras' protection enough, and for my ignorance, the city has started to crawl with foul creatures." She turned and looked out the window, to the streets below. "The City Guard have always done their job well, but something is lacking and because of that Taras is becoming unsafe. I am here to make you an offer and give you a promotion." She turned back towards him, "The old captain is, well, old. He can not keep up with the times, and the world is starting to move faster. Those who cannot keep up will have to watch as the world changes. And the Captain has resigned, knowing that he's to old for this job. I began observing you and all the men you worked with. And I decided that you are a fitting leader. But that is only if you accept the position of Captain, I will understand if you say no, of course." Her red eyes stared at him, waiting for an answer before she offered something else to him.
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(Sorry about the incredibly late reply, I didn't know you'd posted.)

Sam was truly taken aback. In all his years as a Watchman, he’d never thought he’d actually reach captain. He stared for a few moments, then realised he was staring and quickly looked down. “Well, I’ll be buggered…” he whispered under his breath. “Captain eh? Haha Calme, got ‘ere afore you. In all my years…” He smiled and looked up at the Goddess. Is she having a jape? Is she taking the mickey out of ol’ sergeant Flare? Doubts wandered through his mind as he played through what she had just said. He was going dizzy at the thought of being promoted to such a high up position, and couldn’t think straight. He quickly dismissed the thought that she was joking – his reasoning being that she had a lot of other things to do, and wasting City Watch time – especially that of the city she was supposed to be protecting – did not number high among them.

“Well ma’am, I have decided to accept this position and will do my best to fulfil the duties prescribed to me to the best of my abilities.” That sounded okay, he thought. Then he remembered the oath; that was hardly taken by any of the new recruits and decided to say that – hopefully the Goddess wouldn’t know different. He would have said the officers one, but that was lost in the mists of time.

“Here we go, then. This could take a while.” Sam sighed, “I, Sam Flare, do solemnly swear by Veronna Darkblade to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Taras, serve the public trust, and defend the subjects of Her Holiness Veronna Darkblade without fear, favor, or thought of personal safety; to pursue evil-doers and protect the innocent, laying down my life if necessary in the cause of said duty, so help me Miss Darkblade. Gods Save the Goddess.” That didn’t sound right, he thought, looking back. He said Veronna and Darkblade more than a few times too many and he wasn’t too sure about the Miss part, but there wasn’t a king or queen around at the moment and hadn’t been for as long as Sam remembered. “Gods give me strength,” he muttered, then remembered present company. “I mean, Goddess give me strength…”

Then he ripped off another textbook salute and waited.
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