grim137
01-22-11, 08:49 PM
((Closed to Sei and the rest of the knights))
It was early in the morning when a knock came at the heavy wooden door of the guard house at the edge of Radasanth. With a grunt the armored guard at the desk snuffed his hand rolled cigarette out in the tin ash tray and got up from his seat. Casually he walked across the stone floor and opened the door and, upon seeing who was there, immediately jumped to attention.
Standing before the man was the head of his battalion, Sargent Remus Demur. Earlier that morning Sargent Demur had received a report saying that a man had been found washed up on the shore near the inlet of the Niema River by one of his men on a routine patrol of the area. The man was lying, unconscious and barely alive in an old boat boat and, upon further inspection of his body and items present, had been deemed a pirate. However while such evidence was thin at best but the man had proven rather uncooperative with any form of questioning so they'd decided to detain him until necessary actions could be decided.
“At ease,” commanded Remus.
“Sir,” responded the young guard like any obedient soldier would “you're here about the prisoner aren't you?”
“I am,” responded the Sargent “where is the man who wrote the report?”
“That would be me sir.”
“Good. Now you said in your report you found several items on this man, show me them.”
“Yes sir.”
The younger guard led his commanding officer into another room where equipment such as weapons and armor were generally stored. However, the room served another purpose. It was not uncommon for it to be used as an evidence locker of sorts in on the occasions when the guard house had a special guest and in this particular instance on this particular day it had been expected that the items of the house's particular new guest would be inspected and thus preparations had been made well ahead of time.
Laid out on a plane metal table in the center of the room were the items that had been found on the prisoner and inside his old life boat. Two maps, a sextant, a compass, a cutlass, a knife, a heavily damaged flint lock pistol, a leather sack and a beat up steel canteen that had been partially filled with sea water when it was found. All were laid out neatly upon the table waiting to be examined and Sargent Demur did exactly that, carefully and methodically picking up each piece of equipment and examining it. Once he was satisfied he turned back to the younger guard.
“Is this everything?”
“Yes sir.”
“What condition was the man in when you found him?”
“He was barely conscious, likely from severe dehydration. We guess that he'd been drifting at sea for days, maybe even weeks. Kept muttering the name Sei Orlouge. At first we thought he was just delusional, perhaps even ill but even after he regained consciousness and we had a local medic look him over and confirm him to be in relatively good health he still kept asking for Sei.”
“Aside from the mentioning Sei's name did you notice anything else strange about the man?” asked the Sargent.
“Yes sir. He smelled strongly of blood and gun powder and had several minor wounds though nothing major. We suspect he was involved in some sort of large conflict prior to his arrival here.”
“What about any markings?”
“Aside from a bunch scrapes and scars only one sir. He has a detailed skull and crossbones tattoo on the right side of his neck.”
“I see. Could you get a name from him.”
“No sir.”
“What about any information regarding who he might be or how he got here?”
“Negative. Any time we ask him anything he simply responds with a number of vulgarities. With your permission we could interrogate him.”
“No, I don't think that will be necessary. I know the name Sei Orlouge. The man leads a camp a of vigilantes in the northern part of the Concordia forest. Perhaps he can shed some light on our mystery man. I'll send courier to him requesting his presence until then, don't do anything with our prisoner until you receive further orders.”
“Yes sir.”
It was early in the morning when a knock came at the heavy wooden door of the guard house at the edge of Radasanth. With a grunt the armored guard at the desk snuffed his hand rolled cigarette out in the tin ash tray and got up from his seat. Casually he walked across the stone floor and opened the door and, upon seeing who was there, immediately jumped to attention.
Standing before the man was the head of his battalion, Sargent Remus Demur. Earlier that morning Sargent Demur had received a report saying that a man had been found washed up on the shore near the inlet of the Niema River by one of his men on a routine patrol of the area. The man was lying, unconscious and barely alive in an old boat boat and, upon further inspection of his body and items present, had been deemed a pirate. However while such evidence was thin at best but the man had proven rather uncooperative with any form of questioning so they'd decided to detain him until necessary actions could be decided.
“At ease,” commanded Remus.
“Sir,” responded the young guard like any obedient soldier would “you're here about the prisoner aren't you?”
“I am,” responded the Sargent “where is the man who wrote the report?”
“That would be me sir.”
“Good. Now you said in your report you found several items on this man, show me them.”
“Yes sir.”
The younger guard led his commanding officer into another room where equipment such as weapons and armor were generally stored. However, the room served another purpose. It was not uncommon for it to be used as an evidence locker of sorts in on the occasions when the guard house had a special guest and in this particular instance on this particular day it had been expected that the items of the house's particular new guest would be inspected and thus preparations had been made well ahead of time.
Laid out on a plane metal table in the center of the room were the items that had been found on the prisoner and inside his old life boat. Two maps, a sextant, a compass, a cutlass, a knife, a heavily damaged flint lock pistol, a leather sack and a beat up steel canteen that had been partially filled with sea water when it was found. All were laid out neatly upon the table waiting to be examined and Sargent Demur did exactly that, carefully and methodically picking up each piece of equipment and examining it. Once he was satisfied he turned back to the younger guard.
“Is this everything?”
“Yes sir.”
“What condition was the man in when you found him?”
“He was barely conscious, likely from severe dehydration. We guess that he'd been drifting at sea for days, maybe even weeks. Kept muttering the name Sei Orlouge. At first we thought he was just delusional, perhaps even ill but even after he regained consciousness and we had a local medic look him over and confirm him to be in relatively good health he still kept asking for Sei.”
“Aside from the mentioning Sei's name did you notice anything else strange about the man?” asked the Sargent.
“Yes sir. He smelled strongly of blood and gun powder and had several minor wounds though nothing major. We suspect he was involved in some sort of large conflict prior to his arrival here.”
“What about any markings?”
“Aside from a bunch scrapes and scars only one sir. He has a detailed skull and crossbones tattoo on the right side of his neck.”
“I see. Could you get a name from him.”
“No sir.”
“What about any information regarding who he might be or how he got here?”
“Negative. Any time we ask him anything he simply responds with a number of vulgarities. With your permission we could interrogate him.”
“No, I don't think that will be necessary. I know the name Sei Orlouge. The man leads a camp a of vigilantes in the northern part of the Concordia forest. Perhaps he can shed some light on our mystery man. I'll send courier to him requesting his presence until then, don't do anything with our prisoner until you receive further orders.”
“Yes sir.”