RP:Ranok Saves the Day with 50ish troops!

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-Hours after Ordox's plot.

Broken Barrel Inn


The laws of the land do not apply to this establishment, yet somehow there is order among chaos. Aged, abused by the weather, the Broken Barren Inn stands defiantly against the stormy shores of Rynvale just off the dock, but it is a place far from welcoming. The split, oak carved sign hangs sideways on only one chain, irony not quite lost in the words tarnished by rain. Through that open door barely sitting on it’s hinges, the light of a blazing fire reflects across a dingy interior made to look more wealthy with trinkets. The walls are covered with artifacts and cheap glamour from other worldly locations and ports; rusted weapons and sea-monster fishing lure, ship wheels, a gold-braided rope, the mounted bones of an aquatic creature with seven limbs, tapestries and carvings of various culture, and instruments that no one could know how to play. Centering all of this is Redbeard’s Maiden, herself: a sultry, golden-haired mermaid bust with red painted lips and a beckoning smile, caught in a net draped to the rafters. Mounted to the wall not far behind, a fish-like tail adorned by flawlessly painted emerald scales stretches out behind her. For every first tankard bought in the Broken Barrel she is afforded a salute, a custom that Simon, the bar’s general, has not allowed to die over the years. Dominating the center of this room is an impressive four-sided bar, flanked by booths along all ways, each lit by a hanging candelabra of worked iron. Gatherings of shady sailors and outlaws collect in groups, keeping the atmosphere noisy with harmonica and bagpipe while others plot their next dastardly scheme. While invited to venture upstairs, wandering toward the cellar door might earn you a few dirty looks.

A team of serving girls is here.

A Rather Ill Simon is here.


Ranok strools in. A glance given to the after effects of whatever the heck had happened, "Tenkfully, not everyone vas as keen to run outside to look at de pretty distraction und noticed de schpikink." Behind Ranok are his troops, ten men who were reckless, but good at their job. They were armed, and ready to rumble. The barflies that had stuck around reported, slurringly, various stories and Ranok had pieced it all together, "Gentlemen. If hyu vould take Simon und hall present into kustody." Behind Ranok's troops were normal Fold troops. More then enough to snag everyone present and take them in for observation, medical examination, and removal of the toxin.


Kumorohyou quietly enters with Ranok, the shaman scanning everyone present from behind his translucent visor. The panther's Spirit can be felt throughout the room, the air feeling...closer, somehow.


Ranok || Ranok's men, the motley group of reckless individuals, move into the tavern, fanning out. Barflies, a few of them the upright citizens that had reported the occurrence in the first place, the unfortunate sods, were prodding, cajoled, and in one case, physically restrained, to be taken out of the room to waiting carts. To be taken to the prison, the warden of which has been sacked and replaced with a man who wouldn't fall for kindergarten antics in these days of magical falsehoods and pretend relatives. Ranok stood among it all. Looking every bit the impartial bastard that he was. Simon was the one left. A few men assemble to take him in, too.


Ranok said to Kumorohyou, "Know doze anti shepe schifter tinks hyu hed kookink? Ve're gunna need dem sooner den ekspected. Obviously. "


Kumorohyou said to Ranok, "I thought as much." The panther hands what appears to be a blue coin of some sort to the human. It allows Ranok to "see" what Kumori senses. "Remember to breathe."


Kumorohyou could sense far more than most would want to. Around him, the air smelled strongly of armpits and stale drink, as if he were saturated by the extracellular fluid coming from each of the patrons. Through his Spirit he could detect illusions, life force, and all manor of arcane and physical phenomena. Unfortunately, some of these are difficult to forget.


Ranok frowns, "No, not here. De schtatic vuns. Obviously, our jail hes been paeed a visit by Ordox. Most pipple kan' chust valk right in, but apparently he managed to. Put vun uf doze onbreakable glass bottles on de end. Hy vould positively luv to see him schtuck in it." Since Simon hadn't moved, the soldiers taken him by the arms and bind him securely. Super strength wouldn't help him at that point. It was all about leverage, and trying to free himself would shatter his very bones. "Onfortunate about Simon. He vas a goot public servant. De Broken Barrel vill hef to be klosed ontil furdder notice." Simon was, for all intents and purposes, considered to be dead in Ranok's eyes. The soldiers haul Simon away, too, to take to the undisclosed location. Ranok exhales, "Chust goes to schow how right Hy vas."


Kumorohyou pockets the strange coin, looking to Ranok then back to the building. The shaman had little to say, but he could get to work immediately while the tissue samples in his lab were growing.


Ranok unrolls a proclamation to be affixed to the board, "It's time tinks vere put onder kontrol. Dis von' heppen again." By 'this', he meant prison break. That proclamation was the declaration of Martial Law. The military was going to have to take over the city, since government was lacking. The first step would be to kill the captured and currently imprisoned criminals. The ones convicted of minor crimes would be offered a potential pardon, if they joined the Rynvale Army. They could be contained, put to good use, and possibly even rehabilitated. The dangerous ones would be summarily executed. There would be no more prison breaks.


Ranok said, "It's time ve got a liddle more serious. "


Kumorohyou said to Ranok, "A bit extreme, don't you think? We'll be spending more time trying to quell riots than fighting the Time Lord."


Ranok fixes the proclamation to the board. Additional ones would be posted all around, and outside the tavern, "De pipple are scared, Kumo. Dey're not gunna riot onless ve make it seem like noddink iz heppenink. Vich iz vat iz heppenink now. Look. Arien iz gone. Dere iz no governor. Hefn' hyu noticed dat military recruitment iz at an hall time high? Dey vant to fight. To do zumddink. Dis hain't a koup. It's de savink diff to schtop de fall. Belieff me. It's de only vay." And it was. No one was stepping up. Ranok would be that man if no one else would. "As alvays, Kumo. Hy hef a plan."


Kumorohyou said to Ranok, "I hope that the rest of your plan isn't as predictable. No offense; it's just that's what I would be thinking if I were your enemy."


Ranok snaps at Kumo, "Don' hyu lecture me about predictability, Kumo. Vat vould hyu hef me do? Chust vatch as de kity falls und try to get an election gun? Var iz herd. Lemmee do my vork. Hy liff und breath dis, as try as Hy might to get beyond it." He waves his hand. The men walk out, Ranok leading the group. Once everyone was gone, the Broken Barrel would be boarded up. The fate of Simon, unknown. The man was a dead man walking. Once the cursory examination indicated corruption, he'd be executed before he could turn. Ranok doesn't take chances.


Kumorohyou shakes his head, leaving the Barrel along with the others. He would have to watch Ranok closely. Authority can do strange things to people. Then again, the shaman was the human's superior.