Chapter #7a: Handling the Tiller (Kellan)   Posted by Torv Tiller.Group: 0
Torv Tiller
 NPC, 3 posts
 Hard-Ass
 Sergeant
Tue 27 May 2014
at 19:01
Chapter #7a:  Handling the Tiller (Kellan)



Sergeant Tiller made a not-very-understanding face as he was confronted with Pisca’s gnomish antics and inscrutable dialogue.  He looked glad to see her depart with the rest of the group.  The tough-minded sergeant then turned his attention back to Kellan, who had stayed behind.  “Clearly your group saw some combat.  If I understand you correctly, it sounds like you handled whatever was down there but aren’t sure you’ve cleared out every nook and cranny, so your thought is that we should maintain a guard on the tunnel until an expedition heads down there to ensure it’s really cleared.  I can’t argue with that.”

“That said, I would like to do something with our experienced guardsmen besides having them babysit an empty tunnel.  I think I could probably lead a few guardsmen down there myself this afternoon to ensure everything is clear.  It would take a couple away from their current duties but in the long run I think that might be a better use of our resources than having two men sit in that room for who-knows-how-long.”

Tiller looked down the stairway contemplatively before turning his trademark piercing stare on Kellan.  “So, you’re the expert, Storval.  What do you think?  Can we finish clearing it out this afternoon or is this something that only your crew can do?”




This message was last edited by the player at 22:11, Wed 28 May 2014.

Kellan Storval
 Human Fighter, 569 posts
 Former Red Shirt
Wed 28 May 2014
at 01:46
Re: Chapter #7a:  Handling the Tiller (Kellan)
Kellan leaned slightly on his pole axe as he considered his Sergeants question. There were many factors to weigh and many ways to say them.

On the one hand the discovery of a temple devoted to Lamastu under Sandpoint could drastically change the way the town was percieved. It really would be a matter for learned men, such as Sage Quink and Cato, the spiritually attuned such as Father Zantus and of course the Mayor. It could stand to attract all manner of folks from far and wide, from the curious and erudite to the depraved and degenerate.

On the more personal, and decidedly more selfish note he kind of wanted the others to see what they had accomplished. He wanted the town to know what kind of dangers they had faced. He was proud of what they had done down there, but beat down the prideful urges to display it before his neighbors and peers. They had made Sandpoint safer, and that should be enough reward in itself.

Kellan looked to his feet then back up, speaking softly now as not to let the guardsman downstairs hear.

"With all due respect, I think that's a decision for the Mayor and the council sir. There are a lot of very...sensitive, things down there, and the way they are made public could have a big effect on the town. I have no doubts that you and the men could handle anything you might find down there, and that's really not what I'm worried about so much as the area itself. I reccomend keeping some men posted here to keep out the curious or the reckless...and to handle anything that comes up. After we pass it up the chain of command we can go from there. Hopefully it will be a matter of hours, if that."

The guardsman watched Tillers face carefully for any signs of the stoic mans thoughts as he replied, hoping that he would not invoke the notorious Tiller temper.

This message was last edited by the player at 01:47, Wed 28 May 2014.

Torv Tiller
 NPC, 4 posts
 Hard-Ass
 Sergeant
Wed 28 May 2014
at 22:20
Re: Chapter #7a:  Handling the Tiller (Kellan)



Sergeant Tiller gave Kellan a hard look.  “Sensitive, you say.”  He glanced down the stairway again, as if thinking about the howls and cries that had issued from the tunnels over the previous days.  “I’ll bet.”  He crossed his arms and looked back at the younger guardsman.  “Have no doubts, eh?  You’re very diplomatic when you want to be, Storval.”  The corner of the sergeant’s lip might, just MIGHT, have curved upwards slightly.

But then again, Kellan might have been imagining it.  Yes, probably imagining it.

“But you’re right, this is a strategic decision better made by those with more authority than us.”  He turned away and walked a couple of steps, then swiveled around.  “So why are you still standing there, Storval?”  He pointed to the door.  “Go get the mayor’s thoughts on the issue.  And Barett’s, if he’s not too busy training farmers the proper way to hold a weapon.”  He glanced down at Kellan’s blood-spattered armor.  “Although you might want to get changed first.”




Kellan Storval
 Human Fighter, 570 posts
 Former Red Shirt
Thu 29 May 2014
at 00:28
Re: Chapter #7a:  Handling the Tiller (Kellan)
Was that a smile? No, no Tiller was probably just flexing those neck muscles of his, the ones that tended to flair out when he was in the midst of a really good ass Chewing.

As far as being diplomatic, Kellan hardly thought so. What he did have on his side however was years of exposure to the quasi-military culture of the Sandpoint guard. He had hoped that Tiller would approve of using the chain of command to solve this one, and the guardsman had to admit that it made good sense in this case. There was no call for expedient action here. They could at least spare the time to check in with the Mayor.

Kellan felt his posture suddenly improve, much to the protest of his aching back and weary muscles, and managed a salute.

"Yes sir, I'm on it" he turned and headed out the door at a brisk pace, cracking a grin at the suggestion thay he change. He could only imagine how rough he must look, but chose to hold off on stripping down until he could do so for a warm bath and a nights rest.

If he hurried perhaps he could catch the others at the temple, and Father Zantus would know what to do about poor Cato.