"I want to talk to your supervisor"
Don't have one ma'am
"I want to speak to the captain of the town watch!"
We don't have one of those ma'am
"Then who is thy lord! I shall speak to him."
Good luck getting an audience with the king.
All this over a gate.
"Sir, if I stab this hay with my sword, will it bleed or leak?"
"Nay, sir. It is naught but hay."
"I shall check then."
"Nay! Thou willst damage my hay!"
Jesters 🤡
Name: Town Guard
Height: 6'
Star sign: The Atronoch
Nickname/s: TG, Ser Guard
Age: Thirty-odd?
Siblings: Nay
Relationship status: yes (wedded)
Crushing on: the Missus
Pets: the Missus' cat
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Fav color: Walnut
Name: Evil High Lich King
Height: 5'9
Star sign: 🥱
Nickname/s: Evil, High, Lich, King
Age: eighteen
Siblings: three
Relationship status: yes (boylove)
Crushing on: him
Pets: two hounds of hell
Fav season: summer
Fav color: khaki
This probably be time to remind everyone that a tomb is not a "dungeon".
Thou art graverobbing, not adventuring. It does not need to be explored. By merit of it being built, someone hath explored it before.
You will be prosecuted if thou art caught looting the dead.
The southern gates will be closing at five bells. If thou art located outside the city, come inside immediately or seek alternative shelter. The undead and their thralls roam the lands in chittering packs and the guard hath been marshalled to act as if it is to be a siege.
The youth talk about "slime maidens", and "short stacked goblins". They weigh the merits of each in the scales of their minds. Like scholars comparing the virtues of flowers.
Virgins, the lot of them.
I accidentally let slip my opinion on swords at the Smith's guild. They hath gathered like a forum of antiquity and begun arguing the virtues of various blades.
I came here for horseshoes.
Magic duels should take place outside the city walls.
I know thou art built different, but consider where the fireball will go if thou misses thy opponent.
Is your child WARDing?
W - Wandering out under the full moon?
A - Artifacts going missing in your home?
R - Reading skin-bound tomes?
D - Defying the natural sciences by bringing forth the arcane from realms beyond?
It's time to talk to your child/apprentice about safe magic.
I see many adventurers come and go riding on horseback, but seldom any fight while mounted. Adventurers, why? Thou surely knowest how a lance works, correct?
If anyone has misplaced a horde of about three-hundred odd reanimated skeletons, they currently stuck in the as-of-yet unfilled moat and thus hindering progress. They have just laid down and given up trying to get out. You don't have to claim them, but they can't stay there.
After much petitioning from envoys from the local vampiric community, the Town Watch will no longer be shouting "Then Pay With Your Blood" when apprehending criminals, as the phrase can be offense to the neighboring aristocracy.
Take Notice: there be a gibbering, animate mass of limbs and flesh currently near the town square. It he preaching the rise of the Eldritch Moon. The town guard recommends thou findest a different route home and to ignore its instructions to stare at the moon.
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If thou hast a large, ominous, black obelisk floating just outside the city, we're going to have to ask you to move it. The field it lingers over is set to be sown this week.
Hast thou (or thy Patron) lost an Imp familiar? The Town Watch is currently looking after him at the watch barracks. Please come and reclaim thy lost companion with haste as he is quite anxious to be reunited.
If I catch thee as invisible to the eye, I presume thou art up to no good.
Apparently, though, this assumption be wrong and some of thee are just very shy. My apologies.
There hath been some manner of confusion on the most recent census, pray, allow me to illuminate thee:
"Mer-Folk" refers to elvish travelers from Tamriel.
"Merfolk" refers to aquatic persons with a fish-like tail or lower appendage.
Hope this helps!
The archmage's council hath released the five leading causes of death for wizards:
1. Hubris
2. Self-immolation of Robes
3. Consumption of Vial of Acid
4. Self-Transmutation into Gold
5. Glimpsing the Void
By the stars! By the tapestry! The king has asked of me any reward for my service during the siege and has granted my greatest desire! I cannot believe he has dispatched me to begin it! -- We're getting a MOAT!
The Missus be a paladin of the Morning Sun, yet I am hoping her goddess could mayhaps be a little less radiant today. I've sweat every tabbard and tunic I have.
As many of thou knowst, there will be a conjunction of heavenly bodies in the sky this day.
PANIC NOT: Scholars agree this is merely the movement of far-away objects, and not the final joust between day and night that beckons the coming end.
Wizards and scholars, I ask of thee this: what doth it mean to "like feet"? Nobody will tell me, and everybody changes the subject. Surely, others measure in feet as well?
I hath seen travelers from far-off lands with money made of paper. Paper! Not gold, nor silver, nor iron, but simple inked paper! How could such a thing be? How doth it survive if thou art in a rain storm?
"Be this moonleaf yours?"
"Nay, mi'lord, I held it for mine kith"
"Oh, so thou be a smuggler, bringing it into the city?"
"Mercy, my lord! It is mine moonleaf, please label me not."
"Moonleaf is legal here so have a good day."
Gotta keep the youth on their toes.
The Town Watch is aware of the ominous chanting of a dark ritual in a far off land. The King wishes all to know: "Their harmony is middling at best, and they can't seem to keep a rhythm for more than a few beats" and thus deemed not a threat.
As a reminder for the magically inclined: at this time, please suspend all magic use until the heavens are no longer in congress.
We do not wish to puncture more wounds in the veil between worlds.
TAKE NOTICE:
The Town Guard is currently aware that a throng of folk are dancing in the middle of town, nearest the fountain. They hath been going for hours, despite the lack of music, and appear unable to stop.
I ask thee to avoid the area until such a curse is lifted.
It appears one-thousand followers of the Town Watch hath appeared. As promised, I shall post a sketch of my lovely other half.
Once I find out where I set it down
I feel monks of this age are more well-kept of body than of spirit. Aye, they can throw a mighty punch and brim with the vitality of their discipline, but not a single one seems to offer confession or alms anymore. When I was young, they were more scholar than soldier.
One of the students went missing after being used as an example for the banishing spell. It was a terrible way to discover he was not native to the material plane of which he had lived since a wee babe.
Ladies and gentlemen, kith and kin: I am delighted to announce the opening of the city's moat! With bridges kindly donated by local guilds.
Remember, thy moat is a defensive work and not a leisure, so no swimming in it!
By order of his majesty, the King: Wishing for gold will now be considered a form of taxable income. All riches gained by genie, djinn, ancient maze, or starstone, must be declared; else such gains face fines or forfeiture.
I be at court today, and an orator of the Wizard's Council is arguing that resurrection magic is "indistinguishable from higher forms of necromancy". I cannot tell if he is pro-necromancy or anti-resurrection?
Some knights hath been petitioning the king to confiscate the Town Watch's breastplates because "plated armor be the privilege of the highborn", and that "low men-at-arms impede chivalric combat".
Bastards, all of em.
I oft tell adventurers to seek out the "cave of goons" when I am randomly asked for quests. Usually they will hunt some bandit encampment, and the town will be better for it. Else, they will waste their entire day out of town, and the town will be better for it.
I take my marital duties as seriously as my duty to the watch. If the Missus hath had a bad day and wishes for I to quietly sit with her in the garden and drink tea, thou best believe I will move heaven for a cup.