And so it begins...
The 14th day of Early Winter. The Winter Solstice festivities having recently ended, the work of work began again for everyone, including the Viceroy.
It was the day before the proclamation making the Constabulary of Auxene official would be read. This morning Viceroy Hiram of Pomera made a rare appearance on the east bank of the Aux- he preferred, like almost everyone who has a choice, the more elegant surroundings of Auxene proper on the west side of the river.
With him was a small contingent of guards, several porters with suitcases, and his daughter, Lady Annabel, who had a reputation as an extremely competent and faithful manager. She was probably the one who actually accomplished most of the things her father announced in various proclamations.
The Viceroy was not pleased at the state of the Constable building. Annabel had presented him a budget for a painter and plasterer two weeks ago, but it had never been approved.
"Drafty, dirty, probably has mice... had I known..."
Annabel knew that the worst possible thing to say at this time would be "But you did know." She just nodded.
"Well the poor sots have volunteered for this, and soldiers have slept in worse.. they can fix it up if they wish. I suppose we should assemble them, and I should say a few words. Let's see the bag of scoundrels and ne..."
He was interrupted by Annabel loudly clearing her throat, and Bors Oftwain, the old soldier who'd been plucked from the very brink of retirement to direct this project, saying with gentle assertiveness, "Ahem, sir."
"Already assembled, I take it?" the Viceroy asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Behind me?"
"Yes, sir."
"And none of them overheard my remark about..."
"Scoundrels, sir? No, sir, I didn't hear a thing, and I'm sure no one else did."
"Very good. Well then."
The Viceroy turned with great dignity, and nodded to the group of new constables.
"Welcome to the greatest adventure in the Southlands. You are the lucky few who history will remember as bringing law and order to our fair land. One law, one order, instead of the hodgepodge we've been making do with. Once you sign the scroll, and take the Crown's coin, you will be officers of the Constabulary, empowered to enforce the law in those departments to which said right is the preserve of the crown; harbors and waterways, markets, roadways, crown lands, and etcetera and etcetera."
Anabel clarified as her father paused: "For your convenience, noted with bold lettering on the city map in your main office."
"We have here your official livery; the blue and silver tabards. Once you sign, you have the right to wear these colors. When you do, you are in the service of the crown and people of Pomera. May the gods grant you favor!"
"Tabards are easily adjustable, fits over armor or winter coat," Bors Oftwain said. "You'll need to wear them when on duty- when you wear the Blue and Silver, everyone knows you're on official business and not just some random sot yelling Stop! Of course they only adjust so far, some of you may need some adjusting..."
The old soldier scanned the group. "Some of you may need to adjust more than others," he added without further clarification.
Anabel spoke next: "Each of you shall now step forward in turn and sign your contract and take your uniforms and become guardians of the people. I think it would help if each of you introduced yourself as well."