Ravos Calchais' public rumours and opinions
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Ravos in quite a typical display of his efficiency, well ordered paperwork and a disciplined routine to his daily affairs, is perhaps even more zealous to post in advance his personal movements, and schedule for inspection of the work sites to his work teams alongside his specialist assistance from valued construction advisors George, Marine Sgt. The church of Gond, and Reemul. He always assures that the foreman of the stonecutters and masons are always in command and it seems that all those mentioned have a clear picture of his movements to a level of precision rarely seen.
Even asking each site to call out when it is is one hour to noon and one hour to sundown courtesy of sundials installed in each location. Some of course speculate as to why this greatly enhanced precision and visibility of his presence throughout the day..."Tis because he wan' us all te know when 'es back ome with that grain girlie... y'know?"
"He's obsessed wiv' time, perhaps 'es just getting old and will die soon or sommat.."
"Weeel he used 'ta be a guard captn. no? Sounds like he'll always have a load 'o people who can vouch where he is and who's he's speaking with".
"Damn.. he's measurin' how fast we be working... damn he'll fire the slowest ones, best we work through lunch aye?": Ravos who is often quite sociable with the workers, and sharing of old tales and war stories in which some roll their eyes but others especially those who have served with him as officers and ncos in the guard laugh infectiously at whatever gallows humour he comes out with next.. since his initiative though, he's perhaps more dour, and more closed mouthed than usual.:
"Perhaps tis' becasus' o that rusty bastard sword he's armed with now.... I 'ope nothin bad happened to his pretty sword 'e normally uses hmm?"
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"Everyone must bury their own, there is no pack to hold the heart of stone."
:: In a Private moment, not known to any outside the Tiller family Ravos has a moment with his son Valdabrin to discuss what he is so often concerned with, and sometimes in awe of. Death. ::
Ravos, was sat in his homestead, the huge cooking range always carrying pleasant aromas of roast meats and herbs from the kitchen garden about the extensive but simple estate house. He kept his desk close to the working areas of the house, where his books of lore of the arcane and places beyond this realm lay piled. Valdabrin was sat cross legged in front of a huge tub of wax and a pile of leather armour, belts, sword strappings and his own arming jacket to which he was busying himself getting every piece of leather supple and clean and every brass fitting gleaming.
The 9 year old boy sat in silence mostly, occasionally looking over to Ravos, who was just finishing some long manuscript, of which brin presumed was his next book. looking across to the entraceway of the house, hearing the shutters bang in a sudden gust of wind, the boys' face turned from his efforts and said "Oh is that..Mothe.." , pausing catching himself realising his father had not reacted. "She'll be collecting herself for some time yet Valdabrin lad", Ravos remarked, putting down a large quillpen beside the inkwell, snapping the brass cover closed. "Kelemvor and Chauntea have their plans for her, that was written long ago, but it was not this past time, she'll be back at home in a day or so.". Ravos watched as the boys eyes acknowledged the words with a brief moment of sadness, or confusion, or relief, then Ravos nodded hearing the simple resolution of "I understand father, it's as it was before." come from the boys mouth.
"You know, sometimes the threat is near and we fight, one of us sometimes even both of us to protect land and our family but so many fights are for us, well perhaps mainly your mother so far away. She's one with the land Brin, you know that, and the land is not just these farms, sometimes we travel far and mostly we are able to come back. You know that." Continuing, seeing that he had the boy's attention he rubbed his moustache and chin, deep in thought for a moment. "When someone we know goes, and goes to their gods or .. to nowhere or even to some other fate, we grieve, we are sad, angry, raving, then accepting and eventually move on. Family keeps the line going, so the memory never dies. That's the essence of children, it's immortality." Ravos's face darkens a moment, with some distant memory of grief, before he again starts once more.
"With those who walk from the door, soldiers, sailors, sorcerors or even satirists they can all die at anytime, they and we know the risks of stepping from the threshhold. But it's not the same when those who die, return almost immediatlely through the will of their patron deity or through some other strange circumstance. "
"We grieve for folk like that, we grieve differently. Like many with wealth and power to return completely whole, but .. not whole, despite the dawn rising the same way after they come back somehow the sunset is all the more poignant, brooding, dark. They know they fell, perhaps they feel they failed somehow, or their actions caused the deaths of others."
"We grieve for those, when, they, leave, the door..." Ravos spoke slowly, and looked at the boy, who was now starting to tear up.. "We don't grieve when they die, because they return.. We are practiced at grief, it's every day, every day. So when the time comes that they don't come back we would have grieved dozens of times, because it's not that they aren't coming back to you, to us, no they've gone to their god. You won't feel they've abandoned you, you won't feel sorrow that they can't take you for a ride in the greenwood. It was their time, decided upon before they were even born.
Taken by poison, by fire, or by old age, whoever they are we'll be with them perhaps as they go, but most likely we won't. I won't grieve, and neither will you." Ravos said nothing further, seeing the boy wipe away a tear but then shrug it off as he finished his words... Instead Ravos nodded to Valdabrin remarking quite simply "Best you get back to your duties, pointing a finger at the pile of the boy's own armour still left to clean."
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"Insight,,", Ravos remarked to Lady Varya, his wife one day walking through the bountiful fields of the Tiller estates. Reaching down to pull out a carrot, and half kicking at an almost tame rabbit who only seemed to take what is needed, he laughed. "The damn things don't even take a bite of every vegetable like they do on other farms!"
:Watching Varya looking at him strangely, wondering where he was going with another one of his rambles, he saw that subtle uncertainty in her expression, as he often did... he totally changed the subject to watch for the subtext of the person who he was conversing with. He thought for a moment about the little conversational game he played in negotiations, and in times past in the guard in all things formal, and informal, pleasant and not so pleasant...:
"Bards.. you know what i've finally worked them out. Some seem to have an ardent religious devotion to right, and occasionally wrong, others wear their corruption or personal strife and arrogance on their sleeve, others are just joyous and carefree. Some dance, drum, sing whatever... write books, poetry. It's all just subterfuge... none of them play an instrument, they don't compose words. The instrument they play is YOU, the canvas they write or draw on is YOU, anyone who listens. You are being played for their own ends or for your own good.... And everyone thinks it's the fife, or pipes or drums. No. You are the one they get to march to your beat."
"It's amazing isn't it? How did it take me so long..?" Ravos quipped taking an incredulous bite of the muddy carrot, not looking behind for Varya's reaction as he headed for the city and the rapidly innovative and enthusiastic work party on the defensive walls.
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Ravos was seen with his young son, Valdabrin of 8 years or so within the borders in a courtyard of the Tiller estate, instructing him in his training with sword at the pell, advising him of the finger and wrist positioning to deliver the pulls and thrusts of the training blade the young boy had been provided with.
"Yes i've heard the young kids around saying this or that, pretending to be these others. You know better than that though. Pretend is what most of these so-called heroes do, the actual grown up ones. Pretend at being virtuous, when actually boiling with anger and baying for the blood of their enemies. Paragons of refinement or power when all they really want to do is put their hands around the throats of their adversaries, hollow voices echoing down the corridors and across the marketplaces. They are hawkers son, no more heroes than someone who shouts the prices and calls of their goods on o'er market day. With one difference, you'll get a fair deal mostly at a marketplace by the blessings of Waukeen. Heroes and adventurers won't give you a fair deal. None of them have adventured within. They are simply playing at their mannerism of the day, whatever they are required to be at any moment to slide into wherever they need to be or play a role set down for them by some priest.", Ravos scoffs.
"Your mother is right, it's best to have both feet on the floor, on the good wholesome earth, and always watch your blindsides as you deliver the blow...!" Ravos shoved him with a round wooden shield, as Valdabrin turned just in time to half skid avoiding falling, bringing his sword up in a suprisingly fast movement to a ready position. "Good..."
"These heroes never see the obvious coming, and this..". The boy's father bashed the lads shield with a gloved hand. "Was quite obvious." Ravos continues, the boys eyes wandering a bit but knowing well enough to listen.
"These adventurers aside from those who embrace the elements which call them will rarely watch the crow circling or cawing before rains and storms, or care what the song of the dawn is about. They are so concerned with their own renown, glory or to whatever imprecise end to be the greatest.... the greatest what? Blowhard, bawdy reveller, ascendent to some god, some dark warrior of renown. Master of magics, to what end their own triumph over what? Evil? Good? A city? A region? Pathetic. You remember one thing, don't ever pretend to be someone else. You'll have enough adults only wishing they were you when you are ready and old enough. Until then, defend yourself!
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[4th June 2022 IRL]- [Crossposted out of Peltarch Defender Forums]
"And in closing..." Ravos remarks to a collection of officers, NCOs and other ranks in the Guard after a thankfully short address beside the statue of the captain of the old Commerce distrct, Lisa
"You all knew me before I served as Captain, and i'm sure our future associations will be thankfully completely lawful, as i know very well your efficiency, loyalty to the jewel and to your own sense of honour and courage. Let none doubt, you or compare you unfavourably to any force in the region. You were unaffected by scandal, disciplinary issues as seen in the defenders and have always adopted an even and determined hand to those who would bring disorder and destruction to the district and the city as a whole.""It's been my utmost priviledge to serve with you, and I know you will continue to serve your own duty and honour no matter what winds blow through this city or the heights we may aspire to or the depths we will endure in future. All of you have your proper place here, and i've seen many of you promoted and given responsibility perhaps you never knew you could perform. I saw your potential, and i understand every one of you."
"As for your new captain, we'll he needs no introductions, and it's been said in the past that he gets the job done, and it's also been said that noone seems to like him other than me. That may be the case. But don't blame me : he remarks jokingly: in having him back, you all know him. I presume he's the same man he ever was. "Oh and Lieutenant Jansson," he remarks to the well built officer and frequent advocate in the force, flashes his highly insightful gaze of his back at Ravos: "Don't let him mess up those prisoner records again, we spent months sifting out those the ceruleans should have dealt with years ago and even more which are languishing with no trial date set. See if you can carry on in that vein there's a good chap".
"I hope i leave you well fed, from my families farms... hells even the prisoners are better fed now.. :he jokes:, and better protected with healing drafts in which you were often forgotten previously. Those whom i will represent in future, House Daedalus you all know. Cobin is a fair man, and at least i can rely on you telling me where the cracks are starting to form in the defences, wherever you may find them...":: Ravos then withdraws to the armoury before returning his armour and accotrements of his position to the quartermaster, before emerging in formal attire - heading for the tiller estate to retireve another set of armour and garb representing his new guild affiliation as House Daedalus' delegate. ::
:: Spending the rest of the day meeting the armed formations of the house, he then returns to his wife and son in the Tiller estate ::
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Perhaps Ravos has been consumed with duties of family and duty and businesss of late, with his resignation from the Guard and assignemnt of a position in House Daedalus, that perhaps when he does choose to take a turn around the commons in his new livery to some observer's perhaps he's not quite himself or changed somewhat.
Some talk of him pouring over engineering treatises for too many long hours, or his ceasing of drinking which he's done of late.
Some speak of perhaps it's that Raazi that's finally pissed him off one too many times, who can say. Some say he's more fun since he resigned from Captaincy, perhaps less caring about the laws and regulations? Some say he even asked someone elses opinion on the laws the other day, even asking the thoughts of a young aspirant Tormtar. Asking someone else opinions indeed? Whatever next?
The only thing that seemed to please him was Gnarl's recent mining in the commons. But that's another story.
The only words he was recently heard to utter in private was something about Guard Regulation 103c and something about "...she said she couldn't even ride the damn horse...", as he raged into a private dining area slamming the door behind him.
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:: In a temporary break from his fatherly duties and when not on Guard Captain duty.. Ravos consults the military code of laws and posts a notice in City Hall for all to see ::
Let us all celebrate the clearly wise alignment of our Military code with our civil laws!
Long Live the King!Excerpt from Military Law:
"It is proposed that in the case of civil law also being broken by a member of military personnel, that the offender would be liable to face both the military penalty and the civil penalty, the latter following after the former."
Excerpt from Civil Law of the City of Peltarch and all it's domains:
1.11: Harboring a Criminal - Knowingly aiding a person who has committed a crime is a violation of the law.
-Recommended Sentence: Up to or including the maximum penalty for the crime commited by the person being harbored.1.12: Aiding and Abetting a Criminal - Helping a person escape from
prosecution is a violation of the law.
-Recommended Sentence: Up to 10 years1.13: Obstructing Justice - Failing to help in the apprehension of a
criminal by concealing evidence or information.
-Recommended Sentence: Up to 5 years
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An Open letter to Issac Thaddeus Herald to King Thalaman I
:: Ravos sends this additional letter along with a copy of his book "Proceedings on the Perfect Arte of Navigation and Responsibility" ::
:: As it is open, it is pinned to the civic noticeboards inside the city hall on the ground floor - so able to be seen by all those who may have business there ::Dear Herald Thaddeus.
Following the impressive and peaceful coronation conducted in quite the right spirit to my view, i look forward to when our new monarch do call his generals, and appoint various ministers as direct sworn members of the court and administration.
As you know i'm but a humble captain of our guard in the commerce district but as you know i'm very much honoured that the city hall and seat of the monarch sits within my responsibility. As you may know from my book, i favour the concept of letters of marque and royal charters very highly. I also support the traditions on the nullifications of all previously awarded ranks including lords, baronys, and royal assents with a view to all these holders being required to come before the king and re-affirm their loyalty by oath.
To this end i wanted to put forward this proposal to your good councel and consideration that all the following offices should be asked, ney demanded to re-swear an oath to the monarch. Perhaps you can present this idea as a suggestion based on the tradition of the ascension of a new monarch.
I do propose all members and holders of any office of captain or above do swear this bond, including all family of the monarch also. All those in service,. be they friends of the monarch, or of the family or not who claim any royal licence, titles or marque are obliged to swear this oath.Guard Captain Ravos Calchais.
Tenet of Loyalty - "I the speaker of this oath, do swear this bond of loyalty to the monarch which marks the adherance to all other oaths and laws as unbreakable."
Tenet of Law - "I the speaker of this oath, swear to respect and act within the law, to respect and act within the current laws of the land, be they our domestic or foreign laws when we visit other lands is a pillar of our oath to the monarch. Without the law we are living in a wasteland of disorder, desparation and suffering without consequence."
Tenet of Courage - "I the speaker of this oath, do solumnly swear to act according to all necessary measures to preserve, maintain and act in courage the order the monarch do preside over. This I swear to do irrespective of the apparent odds, as ordered by the monarch's ranked military leadership"
Tenet of Responsibility - "I the speaker of this oath swear to not shrink from my reesponsibilities given to me by the monarch's ministers without fear or favour and for as long as this oath of loyalty to the monarch holds i will not shrink from the consequences of my actions".
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:: Ravos in an almost uncharacteristic spring-like mood, with only few knowing why this should be the season of his spirit at this time heads around the commerce district mainly speaking to labourers, wagon hands, and other manual workers and strong respectable folk ::
"The city's prospering again eh, i'm glad you are all getting a decent cut of the profits of the caravans or the cargo and everyone is looking up not toward the sewers of depravity and chaos which clearly has been the norm for a long time."
"Look what we shouted ourselve hoarse to achieve in the old council, some houses so close to the order of the divine shield in the residential district it was almost a formality that they should take them, but no they went to form part of a veterans place of accomodation for those who were severely injured defending the city and can no longer serve. Families get justice not thrown on the streets."
:: Ravos pays close attention to lamp-lighters, street sweepers and even the more studious students of law of the college, as well as defenders who have left the service or mercenaries with no previous associations he doesn't approve of:"Certainly we see more guild troops on the street now instead of the guard, but the current guard general has assured me it will be back to normal soon with old veterans as well as new guardsmen and women on the streets. Perhaps some of you wouldn't mind serving eh, the pay is good and i won't give you permission to die without good cause eh? ::he chuckles as he hands round a few bottles of ale::"
"Let's be certain, we're all loyal to the position, not the commander. There's no place for those who only seek their own advancement no matter the destruction left behind, we serve the positions older than ourselves and the pay isn't half bad either, it's enough to set you up for life so long as you serve the law as much as I do."
"Sure they commanders of us all seems to be ever changing, but the position remains the same - come join me if you wish, we'll soon sort the city out - look at the excitement and prosperity of this district, the other districts will be sure to follow. Commerce is our lifeblood, we have highhold trading companies selling here now, and mithril like nothing ever seen in the realms drawing purchasers from across 100s of leagues. Imagine what we'll encourage through secure and safe guardians in every district!"
: Ravos then heads off to the farms in the south taking some supplies with him ::
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Ravos Calchais - Captain of the Commerce District Guard, has relieved of his position as gaol administrator, by Cobin Daedalus has been seen out of his office in the open more often than usual.
Eager to bring an air of stability back to the city after the destruction of the courthouse by Whyte, he's been seen taking guard duty beside guards of every rank. He's also been asking his officers to make themselves more widely known in the commerce district for the purposes of bringing in new recruits.
He was seen to be dragging along with him Cobin Daedalus himself out of the collapsing inferno, battering alongside the general obstacles out of the way, clearing a path to the exit with his reflexes which don't seem to be diminishing as he grows older.
The deeply troubled dark expression on his face did not last long having little time for thought, as he was soon off with the survivors to assault the traitorous forces of the seafarers who decided on the path of madness and vainglory rather than stoicism and balance.He's particularly prominent on cold nights, visiting the braziers and speaking with citizens, wagoneers, merchants and guards and sharing some salted pork or an ale outside the mermaid.
Predictably though, his movements always take him to pay his respects "by way of Kelemvor" to the statue of the fallen guard captain of the commerce district, Lisa, with always one eye on the polluted fountain outside city hall. "Mark my words we haven't heard the last of this business..." he's often heard to remark in that direction.
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:: Ravos, Guard Captain of the Commerce District, perhaps eager to see new recruits enter the ranks of the guard, seems to be showing his face outside of his office when not engaged in the endless duties of security and commercial wellbeing of "his" district ::
"It seems like many are again talking again about High Hold. Good I say. They've show themselves surely as our allies having suffered their own attacks recently. Neither did they take arms against us when we were attacked, as many fools would have expected. Yes fools, becuase their blood and families and relations oft hail from one or other of these places and let brother and sister not war because that is what Peltarch and High Hold surely are"
"There is absolutely no separation between Peltarch and High Hold, unless it's the doing of the hidden forces of division of those who would lust after war and economic ruin of both proud places. Peltarch here clearly has those best placed to deal with her needs as does High Hold. Our new councils' formation was a pragmatic move, and that is the essence of both places. I personally look forward to welcoming Lord Sent and his advisors and retinue again here, as I am sure to the council for the good commerce and goodwill among kin."
:: Ravos then returns to checking on the guards on duty before paying his respects at the statue of guard captain Lisa , then returning to the Tiller farms to work in an honest manner on the land and estate after his duties are done for the day ::
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:: Ravos over recent months, has been keeping himself out of the public eye, working hard folks say in the office of Guard General Velhar on the logistical readiness and efficiency of the guard as a defensive force in the city as well as their role as guardians of law and order. Having long seen the danger of the diminishing strength of the defenders as an institution despite his approval of Sally Williams' style, he has sacrificed much personal gain in order to secure the supplies and readiness of the guards to deal with an inevitable attack. So when it came, it was no surprise. ::
:: During the attack of the bandits, he maintained support of supplies and communication to the commerce district, and maintained the integrity of the gaol knowing full well it was time for the city to step forward in arms. With all the citizenry not simply waiting for the defenders to do their duty but for the whole city to come of age as a people. He intentionally avoided any personal glory, seeking to look beyond the immediacy of the attack watching the moves of key players who were conspicious, always with one eye on what was hidden as much as what was meant to be seen. ::"They have made a move, that's all. Soon it will be time for others to move too, these forces know this, they anticipate it. This is only the opening act of this play", he was heard to utter, before once again returning to the Tilkler farm's while he was off duty, returning to see what is being done to aid the lands to recover.
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:: Ravos has been seen to be most pleased with the stability and order returned to the military of late, and oft credits the divine influence of Varya in such inspiration as wel as the prudent and good sense of the Defender General Sally Williams. He's even seen to be pleasantly resolved to the return of the capable princess Reyhenna, and is heard to say "Well, lets see things get back to normal now, there's a place for everyone of duty and competence in the royal armies, high or low, rich or poor, and yes even beggar or reformed rogue" ::
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It has been seen that while Guard Captain Ravos Calchais isn't on duty, he's been leading attempts to gather up any bodies washed up on the shores of the icelace or by the farmlands rivers and docks. It's widely known that he's been said to have gone to battle against the cult of the dragon before when he and others were assailed by them. He's seen to have informed a previously sheltering contingent of Kelemvorites in the city also.
He's seen to have commended in writing any guards who also volunteer to assist when they are off-duty and marks the conclusion of each foray by some quiet words at the statue of the fallen guardswoman in the commons.
He also seeks the aid of any dockworkers in need of work, or visiting adventurers he's familiar with in the commerce district.He's simply heard to remark. "I don't much care who they are, but rumour speaks of an undead dragon slaughtering what seems on the face of it - the dragons' previous allies."
"These cultists we've taken for proper funerla rites or burning on pyres are still deserving of this honour. Only the foul undead creations that they are traditionally associated with are deserving of no such efforts."
"Perhaps in time, they'll see the error of their cause and see that the dead should be honoured in Kelemvors' name - and only the undead must be reviled."
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After many complaints, and word among the guard and defenders - that direct orders were given from Velhar: Captain Ravos announces the following in the commerce district - He also places notices on the noticeboard, and makes a statement at each board displaying the laws in the district and to each on-duty gate guard lieutenant.
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All riding animals, mainly horses left unattended, not being ridden or led are to be traced to their owner and a fine of 200gp will be issued under the statute for disturbing the peace.
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Horses, while quite magnificent in their bearing indeed, left unattended they are potential sources of theft and may attract such thieves into the city, where your mount could be taken in dark alleys or my those well practiced in the handling of animals.
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Horses left in this manner obstruct legitimate trade, and the afrementioned fine will be issued to those meeting these criteria.
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Owners will be traced, and if owners take steps to conceal their ownership, they will be observed by guards left to see whom reclaims their mount.
[2.18: Disturbing the Peace - To disrupt the daily
lives of other people in an obtrusive fashion is a
violation of the law.
-Recommended Sentence: Fines and minor amounts of jail time; not much over a week.]
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:: After getting a couple of drinks when he got off duty, Ravos headed off to the officers part of the inn frequented by Defender Cavalry, Marine and Guard officers, not something he does every day, preferring the conversations round a brazier with the men and women on duty in the Guard, and the military vessels of Peltarch. ::
He's heard to remark, on those bandits and brigands of the region without ties to neither tribe nor king..
"Folk without any sense of restraint, amoral, craving lucrative posts, cruel killers, ferocious when banded together, cowardly when face-to-face with an opponent, lazy, inclined to vice and excess; in a word, the enemies of ordered society…Law courts mean nothing to them. The local authorities are loathsome; many of them are illiterate; our laws are simply unknown to them."Mind you , that new Marine Captain eh? What do you think of her hmm? I oft thought she'd do well, but i don't mind being right.. now and again eh? yes yes.. :as he accepts the jeers from the officers: Yeah i know... i don't mind at all.. : he chuckles raising his tankard to the group:
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:: Guard Captain Ravos was seen to go among serving guard and defender officers and serving ranks when he has the time telling the story of a heroic death of a woman who was intending to join the defenders ::
"I was told this story by an adventurer who spoke about how Emeliah Davis, born and bred in the docks of this fair city, saved the lives of three others while battling deep underground the enemies of the city. Kuo Toa, and far worse, unnnatural hooked horrors and displacer beasts"
"It was told to me how she sharged in and held the line for the longest time before finally sucomming to the onslaught, allowing her companions time to withdraw to avoid certain death"
"May this serve as a reminder to all in the city that we have the finest people in the lands living here, and from the hardworking and strong backed, law abiding folk do our lives depend as they venture forth every day on patrol to monitor and interrupt the patrols of the enemies of the city."
:: He goes to remind the Defender Lieutenants, Sergeants and the recruitment panel of the Defender General in order that the story be publicised as a true hero of the city even before she took on a uniform ::
:: He then heads to the docks to trace the family of the woman, in order that her personal posessions and coin end up in their hands, as was the wish of one of her companions "Varak Weaver" - and informs them that a patrol will set out of likeminded adventurers to recover her remains for proper burial or cremation ::
:: Sends a note to the Guard Captain Fortescue of the docks to trace the family of the fallen woman, advising that the lighthouse temple is watching over the body of the fallen - a note added with thanks to Asha for her assistance ::
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:: Following the military tribunal, Ravos was seen speaking with guard officers, nco's as well as privates on their opinions on the goings-on, eager to ascertain the mood of the guard as well as introduce himself now that General Velhar had assigned him as Captain of the Commerce District. ::
"Perhaps the most thankless job in the city, i'm sure to be a guard but it seems we've never had problems with recruitment. The guard are drawn from volunteers from the very districts they often were born in, or make their home in business, by the docks or in some relationship with the noble families and temples of the city."
"The guard seem to my eyes in my experience of working with General Velhar are not only sentinels and watchers on the walls, in the alleyways and in places of public discourse and commerce, but they also the first to hold the line until the defenders arrive in times of war."
"Let us remember the fallen of the past, by Kelemvor and those whom the guard protect from thievery, assault and the machinations of those who would see the city descend into disorder and disaster. May we all remain vigilant at this time"
Speaking to the guards of the commerce district he remarks:
"You know me to be a decent fighting man, and i've stood with you against threats to our walls and even aided in criminal matters. You also know that i understand the law, and i'll be with you as captain as ordered by the general to offer any advice that i'm sure you will not need." :he jokes:
"It will be good to have the blessings of a group of guards that know well the blessings of waukeen from their family upbringing as sons and daughters of caravan guards, shopkeepers and market traders, i can't offer you an increase in wages, but at a time when defender numbers are lower than usual you can be assured I will not let all in the city in whatever district forget the value and worth of the guard, you have my word on that.":: Ravos then heads for the armoury and to visit the notable buildings and shops of the commerce district to introduce himself ::
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:: Ravos has been spending a long while going through the list of current warrants, and records of fines, and military judgements that were conducted in public previously. He's also been speaking to Guard Captains Gerard Fortescue, Ahbrus Garand, and the Guard General Vel'har about the status of Oscar Halbrook who was seen standing with the Defenders. ::
Later, as he has also been spending some time in the mermaid to relax after the stresses of the recent times, he's heard to overhear some rumour of high-hold,
"Did you hear that High Hold is sending a letter to the Regent to continue peaceful interactions and negotiations?
it seems Sent does not want a fight...he is asking for an Embassador exchange.
Trade goods have been a boon to this city...
With better trade over the roads it will force the Seafarers to better prices".:: In response to this, he goes to seek out the original copy of this letter for legitimacy in the diplomatic files of the council, while asking around as to whom is the source of this rumour. He then starts to speculate among cerulean allies of his as to whom will be the ambassador sent from High Hold, and he wonders whether ambassadors will have rights to sit upon the council. "One can only guess who that may be... A representative from the Siamorphe shrine? Maeve Fellsworth? Lieutenant Eric Destal? - Either way, i hope this is a sign of an injection of enthusiatic alignment of the purpose of Peltarch and her sturdy fortress partner of High Hold."
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In recent days during the recent troubles, Ravos was seen standing shoulder to shoulder with the Magistrate Shannon, Guard General Velhar, and Cerulean Jonni,... and Meadow in what Ravos diplomtically calls, "fundamental mistakes, misjudgements and failures of duty of very specific defender officers which he says is highly disappointing grieving him that these institutions members have made such fundamental mistakes, and those of other branches who stood with them"
He's seen to spend a lot of time in available office space in guard premises rather than city hall, and he calls for a meeting between the Magistrate's office, Defender General Sally Williams and Guard General Velhar and himself to brief the Defender general on the events of the recent times.
He's also heard to remark on the excessive workload of the clerks of the court, magistrates and other civic officers and clerks at this time, and remarks that Peltarch should be looking outward, not inward at this time. He's heard to remark to Thaddeus, and Cerulean officers: He als
"If someone chooses to draw a weapon be that written, verbal or physical all should expect an equal an opposite response from your adversary, using whichever weapons they think have the best chance of victory with. Lawyers, warrants, pronouncements, satires and swords are all weapons available, and those with responsibilties should always be careful lest the city you are a part of descends into something unrecognisable to anyone."
