Grayell had been on a casual patrol of the town and was dissatisfied. The town was a mess, a run down slum almost and the people here deserved better. He had an idea.
He knew he would be opposed. He knew his sword arm may well be tested if he were to succeed. He also knew that some of the less savory business conducted in Wistvale held up what passed for an economy. Tpo drive out the entire criminal element would be to kill this town.
But enough with the pushers, the rapists, those who killed without qualm. Their town should be safe for it's citizens. It's walls... lacking as they were at the moment, should afford safety and respite from the threats that surrounded them.
It was time to make a change. And his big, bold voice would be the start of it all.
GATHER AROUND ALL OF YOU! IT'S TIME WE DISCUSSED THE LAW!
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 11, 2011 0:41:58 GMT -5
Daenien, inside his store, audibly yelped. He immediately threw out the poison he was working on and rushed out the door, hand in his suit jacket and on his switchblade. The law?! Damn it! When he saw Grayell standing there, he didn't relax, but he did move his hand away. "Might as well hear him out then," he sighed to himself.
Zaedus had heard the shout from inside his home. He left promptly and dropped to his fours and started running. He was coming close people were gathering, the sound of his blade bouncing on his armor and his running made people swiftly move from his way. He entered the ring of people seeing Grayell at the center of it. He moved into the open with him.
"The Law of one man, or the law off a collected people?"
He asked, tension was apparent in the Worgen, his muscles jumping across his chest and shoulders in anticipation of any hostility from Grayell, or any towns member. He shifted his shoulders to get his Greatsword at a more ready angle should anything happen.
Serenity could hear Grayell up her street. The man could wake up the dead with that outcry.
Rushing up the street, she found Grayell just standing there, waiting for something. She noted the crowd gathering around him, and the wolf man whom she tried to stay clear of a little, her irrational fear not quite gone yet.
She walked up right next to him and whispered in his ear,
"Grayell, what is going on?"
Alec [M:118:6:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=412&page=1#1242]"I see," said the blind man to the deaf lady.[0:Wandering the stacks.][1:Present and accounted for.]
Leaning against a house, watching the sky go by, Alec hears the shout. He remains seated for a moment, then shrugs and stands, dusting off his pants. He walks toward the sound of the voice until he sees a small crowd. "Late to the party?"
Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will show you something different from either your shadow at morning, striding behind you, or your shadow at evening, rising to meet you. I shall show you fear in a handful of dust.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Orp walks up the street, heading from his house to the merchant's alley. The talk of law perked his interest. Law meant controls. Controls meant less profit. Less profit was unthinkable. He tried to get close to the center of the growing crowd.
Zane is sitting in his shack, working on his journal when Grayell's shout startles him, and cause him to draw an erstwhile line across the page. Sighing, he put up his materials and heads outside, making his way towards to front of the group gathering
"The law? Aye, I agree that it's about time this ton got some. I'm had to treat too many people injured because of the nonexistent law enforcement."
(If you join this late and I hope you do join, please feel free to have your character included from the beginning. Less questions, this will be easier on us all.)
Grayell nodded as people showed and made themselves known and took the time to greet Serenity with a hug of sorts. He leaned in to return the whisper and stole a kiss from her cheek as he pulled away.
"It's time we made things better."
He then looked about, folded his arms and took a seat. No grandstanding, no soap box.
I have called you all here for a discussion. I will not presume to tell you your business or pretend to know your mind. I am here, alone; as one concerned resident of this town and we have no better format to speak in. Hear me out, if you will.
We are on the frontier of nowhere - the asshole of the world. There is no law here. There is no guard, no community watch and little in the way of organization. The bad that comes to Wistvale does so unchallenged and the little good that makes life here possible works tirelessly to help others with little reward.
I would change all that.
Now before you think me a madman, wanting to deputize people and force a militant police, I have to finish what I am saying. I am well aware that were it not for certain criminal enterprises operating within Wistvale, this town would have no economy and cease to be. I have no quarrel with such things.
BUT... I cannot abide the blatant disregard for others, the thieving, the maiming, the killing.... it is an unfair burden upon the tired people of this town. If you wish to run a blackmarket and so on, by all means I am fine with that. Do so at the cost of your fellow residents, I will endeavor to stop you. Permanently.
Now, I am but one man. Surely I cannot stand against the myriad of undesirables that have taken up residence here. But I look around me and I see many good people. Questionable occupations, but good people all the same. I would like to suggest we have law in Wistvale. I suggest we change. I suggest that we agree to a set of rules that allows people reasonable freedoms and allows this town to flourish.
I suggest that we, as a community, improve our town.
Simeon looks up from what he was doing, slightly surprised by Grayell's outburst. It's not that yelling was unusual, nor the fact that Grayell was yelling, but the fact that someone was yelling for law or order. Personally, Simeon heartily approved--providing the law be applied fairly...
He walked over to join the others and hear out Grayell's suggestion...
"Hai. Grayell speaks well. No one can live peaceably if everyone fights only for himself."
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"My grandpapa came to this town as a young man and built his house out of his own droppings. You've been here for a week! Who're you to tell us how we need some law?"
Last Edit: Aug 11, 2011 1:24:01 GMT -5 by Orp Boon
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 11, 2011 1:28:18 GMT -5
No thieving. For an instant, Daenien was tempted to slip something special into Grayell's next drink in the tavern. No thieving
But...
Had his store been included in the part about black markets? Would he, perhaps, be able to sell his poisons, at least, legally? He couldn't ask, though. It could be a trick to draw 'law breakers' like himself out. He remained silent for the time being.
Zane takes a few steps forward towards Grayell and then turns to face the rest of the town
"He speaks the truth, people. You know me, and know how many wounds I've treated ince I've been here. There is simply no reason that this sort of madness should continue! I agree with this man, and am going to help do whatever I can to make this place better."
Upon hearing the man speak out, Zane turns and looks him in the eye
"If your family has truely been here for so long, then you would no doubt have seen it yourself. Can you deny that life is tough? That there are NOT some elements that consider profits more paramount the human life? If you can say these without knowing yourself to be a horrid liar, then you are extremely gifted at the art of self-deception."
I will not question your grandfather's integrity. But many men of great integrity never find the voice to speak up.
Settling is not enough. We can strive for better. All of us. A better town means a better economy. More gold in the gate for people so concerned. A better place to live, to relax. A place where we can cooperate, put aside our differences and make something out of our town and ourselves.
Many of us are here with questionable intent. Many of us would not be welcome anywhere else. With that in common, I know we can establish a sound law that respects each of us as equals and benefits the town as a hole.
Those of you who think of nothing but your next coin purse and nothing beyond that will no doubt object. I would say that Wistvale is not for you. Those of you who can think ahead, who can dream and plan of betterment - even for selfish, self fulfilling goals - I know you too can thrive here.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Post by Jerevan Languorem on Aug 11, 2011 1:46:58 GMT -5
Daenien sighed, frustration clouding his face for a second. Then he paused. "What will happen to those of us running 'black market' industries, in the event that your plan works and this town grows?" he called out, disguising his voice in an attempt to avoid recognition.