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Post by DM Grizwald on Jun 28, 2023 15:27:50 GMT -5
Baron Crownsilver, Due to the help of a few of your reservists, we managed to solve the case of the Gnomish Vandal. It was quite similar to the cranky badger case of '83, or was it '84? It's hard to remember these days. I fear in my old age my senses and wits have dulled and if it were not for some of those under your capable command, this case might have not been solved. That isn't to say the others did not help, I simply do not know of the affiliations to send my gratitude. Back in '72, we had a case of missing items stolen from the Swordcaptain's desk back when I was a blade. Had it not been for travellers finding the Swordcaptains items off of a freewheeling merchant, we might not have ever caught that one either. The sharp minds of the new helpful individuals that we look out for go a long way. Please send my gratitude to one Samozura Songblade and one Naldin. They were instrumental in catching our culprit, just like the time in '68 when travelling adventurers found the old six-fingered horse thief. In duty and honor, Swordcaptain Davin Steelheart Purple Dragon Class of '59 DM Hawk
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Post by DM Hawk on Aug 31, 2023 13:53:37 GMT -5
Aluxar Crownsilver leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. A glance at the candle revealed that he'd have to light a new one soon or stumble out of the hall in the dark. Now that the criminal investigation and the Dragon's Graveyard matters had been settled, there was a heap of regular duty paperwork to catch up on. He flipped the parchment to look at the next report. "Sam" he muttered hoarsely, "Naldin..." His bleary eyes read over the report. The Castellan paused. Blinked. He rubbed his eyes. Blinking again, he continued reading. A drinking contest...way the hells out in High Horn? Half-way to Lady Gorgotha even. At least they weren't on duty.
Reading the next passage he sighed. That didn't last long. Might as well put on your uniforms now...
Unbidden a small grin quirked the Castellan's burned lips. A hoarse voice spoke quietly in the small sphere of light within the Castellan's office, "I'll be damned. The Disappearing Captain's Boots...has it been so long" Aluxar leaned back in the chair and enjoyed a raspy laugh. Time has a way of getting away from us all, doesn't it?
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