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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

Most of the Time (Job Thread)

Postby Pulren Marsh on May 18th, 2015, 6:32 am

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58th of Spring, AV 515

The waves lapped against the wooden planks of the pier as Pulren stood in his uniform, shield and trident in hand. while he was armed and armored for battle, there would be only a fight against boredom and possibly bureaucracy. He was stationed at the beginning of a pier where a barge was offloading goods from one ship to another, the dock behind him being used as a place for inspection by various merchants and sailors. It was his job to guard the goods and insure that they were not spirited away by thieves. This was the prime stock of the work of a Wave Guard. Security for the sailors and merchants that worked the docks every day.

While other parts of the city had various factions watching over them, the docks and sailors' quarters were primarily policed by the Wave Guards. As the docks were massive and goods moved throughout every day, there was also plenty of opportunity for criminals to capitalize on the trading. Armed guards with a keen eye were there as presence and more, if need be. It was like a living creature, all of its systems moving in harmony, a beautiful thing to watch. Might as well, really, as it would be the bulk of the day. An administrator was present with a manifest, checking off the goods as they were hauled up on to the dock.

All seemed well and Pulren's mind wandered off to the sea that opened out before him. Sure, it was just Mathews Bay. He had not only often seen it but usually swam it every day that he was able. He had been spending more and more time diving lately, enjoying the peace and tranquility of Laviku's world. He felt that it was his duty, as much as it was for him to wear the armor of a Wave Guard, to learn all that he could of the secret world of the undersea. He had already begun amassing weights and anchors to use in his diving expeditions in the Bay, although he wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to accomplish with all of that.

The administrator, a thin man with a long beard, approached him. "Guardsman, no access to this area until I return, alright?" Pulren nodded, looking the man in the eye and stamping his trident into the wood. "Yes, Sir." Seemingly satisfied, the man sauntered off toward the shacks of the offices. A deep breath and it was back to the thoughts of a man who was finding himself.
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Most of the Time (Job Thread)

Postby Pulren Marsh on May 25th, 2015, 5:16 am

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Of course, there were always those who tested the boundaries of life. In this case, it was a group of teenagers. Pulren saw them coming and could tell they were local. From their dress, probably East Streeters. Three of them, laughing and talking, each shooting occasional glances in the Guard's direction and then beyond him. The trio stopped several yards away and seemed to be discussing something. Probably who was going to try the Guard first. It looked like the largest of the three, though they were all skinny, was going to be the one. It was a shame, really, considering that he would expect a different approach from the obvious kind. Of course, they were kids after all.

The kid was Pulren's height, maybe a little stockier even. What he lacked, however, was the look of conviction in his eyes. This was a grown child looking to put on a show for his friends, not an actual threat. He seemed to tense up a little but would attempt to just walk right by the guard. Pulren's trident slid to the side, barring the way and forcing the kid to stop. His hand reached out and grasped the shaft of the weapon, trying to push it aside. Sidestepping, Pulren pushed his shield into the boy, his knees pushing the body and therefore the barrier into the kid and putting him down on his backside.

Looking as much surprised as angered, he started to get up. "Move on, kid.", Pulren told him as his companions ran up and started to help him up. Their initial looks of playfulness had changed into stern stares of challenge. Bring it on, Marsh thought. Sunberth would eat you alive, little sheep. The kid got up and stepped up again to Pulren, sticking his chest out to prove something. Pulren only smirked, which brought more ire to the gang of brats. "Listen, guys, this area is off limits. Go cause trouble somewhere else. The fact that you grabbed my weapon gives me license to react to you, but I won't. I realize you are playing a game. I'm not." He gave back the stare as hard as it was given, but maybe the look of Uncle crept in somewhat, as the challenge was won and they resorted to insults and gestures of scorn. They did those things as they walked away, however. Pulren resumed his thinking process.
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Postby Pulren Marsh on May 26th, 2015, 9:46 am

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His mind went back to the sea, disappearing slowly beneath its gentle, lapping tides. Down, down, into the muted world of inner peace. His fantasies began, seeing himself placing the anchor he would have created, tying a rope off to it. Then what? A buoy was a possibility. Probably the best for the time being. No one would mess with it and what if they did? Wasn't like there was some hidden treasure down there. The point of the simple contraption was to have a way to practice diving and endurance, to make future dives easier. He would have to look into buoys and their makers, an easy task in Zeltiva.

Summer was looming, Syna's presence more of a constant as the days passed. The morning fog was quickly burned away by Her sight with each turn of Her appearance. It would make for a good season for his plans to swim and dive. Eventually he would get himself a boat to tie off to, as it would allow him to fish in order to pad his rations and give him a place to rest when needed. The lack of a dry spot to rest would inhibit the amount of time he could spend out in the water. Boats cost money, though, a lesson he had learned in Sunberth, though he doubted anyone would steal a rowboat or better in Zeltiva. The supply vastly outweighed the demand.

How would he do the buoy and the anchor on his own? Should he place the anchor first with no buoy, he might never find it again. The buoy was needed to mark the location of it. How would he know how much rope to use? Sure he could cut any excess off of knot it off. Probably better to knot it. Wait, he could tie handholds with knots on the rope! Splendid idea, Marsh. Still, he would most likely need a boat of some sort and an extra hand to make sure the process went well. That and a clear day. Pulren's concentration was broken as the administrator was returning. Surmising the goods he had left, he gave a nod of satisfaction to the Guardsman.

"Very good. Now, I have some laborers arriving to the site shortly. As per my agreement with the supplier, it should be the sailors from the ship. They will identify themselves by naming their ship. It's the Hope's Folly. Anyone who doesn't identify the ship is prohibited. Also, they will be moving the goods over to that pier there, the one marked with the blue banner. Alright? I trust the Wave Guards will live up to their reputation." With that, the man was off, most likely to indulge in West Street. He looked the type, eyes atwinkle with thoughts of A Touchy Subject, no doubt. Pretty clear instructions. He just had to wait now for the men to show.
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Most of the Time (Job Thread)

Postby Pulren Marsh on May 29th, 2015, 11:27 pm

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It wasn't long before a group of salty men who could easily be called sailors sauntered up to Pulren, no doubt having visited a bar recently, judging from their smell. The trident came out an angle and they stopped mostly, though their motions were a little wobbly. "Ship's name?" The guard was straight and to the point. He had a good feeling about the men. "Hope's Folly, my friend. The finest trade vessel this side of Nyka." Pulren started to open his mouth to inquire about the martial city, but closed it and nodded, moving out of the way. The sooner they got done with the job, the sooner he could get out of Syna's view and into some shade.

Before long, a pair was carrying a medium crate each or a larger one together. Pulren watched as they moved down to the marked pier, insuring that the cargo was going to where it was supposed to be. As the men would pass him on one trip or another, he would listen to their tales, though they weren't very romantic. They seemed happy to be on land briefly for food, though Zeltiva and its rationing didn't seem like a smorgasbord to him. If it was, he could only imagine how bad it could get for the sailors. That and fresh water, as the seawater was no good for drinking. Anyone worth their salt knew not to drink it more than a mouthful. It would make you go mad.

He had played with the idea of sailing himself, maybe a year ago. When he had gone to the University, he was going to go for the certificates to become a captain, pairing that with the hope of becoming a Lieutenant in the Wave Guard one day. If only the Pulren of 515 could go back and speak to the Pulren of 514. He would tell him to do whatever he really wanted to do; that life was too short to do anything but. Nodding as the group came back, there were two other men following in behind the four that had been coming in. Nodding to the regulars, his trident barred access to the other two, both scruffy and in leathers. One of them was blond and had a thin face like a rat. "What gives, Guard? Move it!" He started to grab at the trident, but Pulren had enough of this since the kids. These were no kids and he wasn't about to give them any quarter.

Stepping fully between the goods and the men, the other ruddy faced with dark curly hair, Pulren pushed the Rat back with his shield, the man pushing up his sleeves. "That's just about enough of that." Pulren called back, looking over his shoulder to the sailors, who were standing about now, enjoying the show. "These two with you?" Without an answer, he looked back at them, his feet spacing apart in case. "What ship are you with?", he asked the ruddy faced one. "Hope's Falling." Pulren looked at the man and then to the Rat. "Hope's Falling?" The Rat was squaring up. "Falling for you, vagik. Put down those weapons and try me." Pulren began laughing as did the sailors.
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Postby Pulren Marsh on May 30th, 2015, 2:08 am

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There was no way on Mizahar that he was putting any arms or armor down. Not finding it as funny as the rest, the Rat closed in, swinging a wild punch toward Pulren's face. His shield instinctively came up and caught the man in his forearm, leaving him to rub at it and wince. Looking over to his drunken friend, he nudged him. "Come on, help me out here!" The other one put his hands up and started backing off. "No way. I ain't gettin on the Wave Guard's bad side. Too many of em, not enough o me." With that, he staggered off in pursuit of safer avenues for entertainment.

Nodding and looking at the Rat, he lowered his shield. "Why don't you listen to your friend. Find something else to do today." The Rat's shoulders slumped and he turned to walk off, then suddenly jumping back and grabbing the shield. Pulren did not expect this maneuver and watched as he took it in both hands and threw it into the water with a splash. Being made of metal, it quickly disappeared beneath the waves. Pulren knew he would have to retrieve it after the job was over. Extra work for free. Now the guy had pissed him off.

Taking his weapon in both hands, his look of jovial calm turned to something darker and cooler. "You are going to pay for that." The Rat practically glowed from within at his little victory. He sure would have a great story to tell the others, how he threw the shield into the water. The trident's tines turned and faced the man, his own face dropping along with it. "Now, just a second. You're a Guard. You can't kill me. You have to follow the law!" Pulren stepped toward the man, sliding the shaft of the weapon back and forth in his leading hand so that the tines extended and retracted toward the Rat's feet.

"I couldn't agree more. Theft of my personal property, theft of city property, vandalism of personal and city property and disorderly conduct. That would net you a solid 30 days in the Wave Prison and a fine of fifty golden mizas." He let the trident slide out and hit the wood near the Rat's feet, which caused him to jump back from the attack. "Or, I can allow you to leave. Now. If you linger and I do not kill you, your punishment will be reinstated and we will escort you down to the prison." A voice from behind said, "Are you daft? Beat feet, vagik!" Soon after a shoe flew by Pulren's head toward the Rat, who did the right thing.

He walked over and picked up the shoe. The others were looking over into the water. Pulren could only chuckle. "Yeah, it'll be a treat to dive for that. Here's your shoe."One of the sailors was laughing while the others got back to work. "Man, I would have definitely killed that guy. You've got restraint, son." He shook his head and laughed some more, gathering some rope. Pulren watched them as they finished up their task, his eyes on the murky depths. Restraint was just a word.
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Most of the Time (Job Thread)

Postby Redd on August 22nd, 2015, 6:10 am

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Hello, your friendly wolf grader has arrived!

As you can see, your grades have now been awarded, because I'm freakin' awesome. Just a small reminder though, please either delete your request or type in 'graded.' If you feel that I have missed something or if you have a few comments/questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. The wolf doesn’t bite... Much.


 
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  • Observation +3
  • Weapon: Shield: +3
  • Weapon: Trident: +2
  • Persuasion: +2
  • Intimidation: +2
  • Tactics: +1
  • Rhetoric: +2
Lores
  • Lore: Wave Guards provide security
  • Observation: A trio of sheep
  • Weapon: Shield push
  • Intimidation: The Uncle stare
  • Rhetoric: I couldn’t agree more
  • Salt water: Will make you go mad
  • Persuasion: Quoting the law to make a Rat run
  • Tactics: Diving using rope, anchor and Buoy
Miscellaneous
  • Temporary loss of metal shield until dived for.
A Small Message for You
  • Just an average day on the job ‘ey? It’s a good thing that he put that Rat in his place. ;)
  • Don't hesitate to contact me if there is a problem with your grade. Cheers.


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