Slow Start: Begining- IC

[CyrusXerxes]

Fredrecia

Okay then, now that HE'S gone... it's time to get to work! Fredrecia quietly searches the room for keys while making a conscious effort to not mess anything up.

(jw, how many doors / openable windows are there to this room?)

[MGuy]

[One door no windows. You are able to find no keys nor anything of notable value within the room.]

[dagaarn]

[So sorry guys, I went away on a camp with the school I teach at for 5 days. I expected to get internet there but didn't ]

Larch is just sitting around, silently following any conversation that takes place, a spell or two at the ready.

[MGuy]

[Are you gonna do something else with Fred or shall I move on?]

[dagaarn]

[Just move on or this will properly die]

[MGuy]

[If you insist...]

Hours go by without much change in your situations. Other prisoners, after a time, begin to query about what's got you all locked up but nothing comes of it.

As noon hits the regular guard is doubled and a Heavily armored officer steps in. Your cell door is opened and you are all escorted, two guards each into another room.

Meanwhile...

Another guard enters Fred's waiting room. He looks much more professional than the other one who had been there previously. Moreover, he seems to be escorting another. By the looks of him he is a man of wealth; well groomed and soft skinned. "Greetings little one!" He says with a jovial voice and an inviting smile.

[Gorgondantess]

(Any description of this other room? What's going on in it?)

[MGuy]

[Any reactions to the change? like do you struggle as you did before?

[Gorgondantess]

(Obviously not. If you pause for every tiny little thing like that, we'll never get anywhere. We can RP retroactively, if need be.)

[dagaarn]

Larch lets himself be lead calmly, apparently ignoring his surroundings.
When my father hears of this...

[Nimuialwing]

Nim stands up when the guards arrive and follows them quietly. "Ah, we're probably going to have a talk and then set free. Luckily I haven't lost too much time." he thinks. Upon entering the room he looks around a bit and follows any instructions.

[MGuy]

[Sorry to disagree Gorgon but certain reactions can lead to big changes that I'd rather not have to retcon after I've already gone ahead. This is a particularly tense situation, made more so by Cyr's actions at the scene of the crime. You're not just going to lunch, you're under investigation, everything you do is being watched and judged. This is how I run, I'm not gonna assume what you do most of the time. If the players doesn't push this story forward it wont go anywhere and I'm not gonna force it to or rush it.]

You are all ushered through the building, outside, across the road, and into a taller building, the tops of which are pointed. Words can be seen upon the archway "Hall of Justice". A crowd of people are outside already. They seemed to be awaiting your arrival and upon sight they begin shouting angrily throwing bits and nick knacks toward you. More guards join your parade and help guide you inside.

The noise from the outside is stifled as the doors close behind you. You are all guided down a number of corridors until you are set up in a meeting room. Four chairs line the walls and eight guards, two to a person, stand next to each. A large table sits before them and another pair of seats. Seated upon them is a steely eyed dwarf, his arms crossed and his mouth seemingly stapled shut. His eyes are trained on your group, his judgment plain on his face. Next to him is a fairer warrior. Female and elven she sits more relaxed in her seat. Her eyes are closed and her head bowed as if in deep thought.

[Nimuialwing]

Nim quietly let's himself be followed to the Hall of Justice "Ah, that's good, just in here, have a little talk and then time to fine my contact.", he looks around interested at the many people that have gathered outside the building. "Huh, what is all the commotion about?" he asks softly, more to himself. "Maybe I should start to worry about. he thinks and as he is hit by some little stuff he wonders "Why are they throwing stuff at us?" He's happy he kept his hood up, which protected his head at least a bit and is happy when he's inside the building, though he gets annoyed by the corridors that he is ushered through.

Upon entering the meeting room he takes a look around, at the furniture, the guards, the Dwarf and the Elf "Ah, a fellow Elf. This should be over soon enough" he whispers excitedly. "Hm, why only four chairs? Is our little companion not part of this. If I get my facts straight, this all started because of her in the first place... he wonders. Nim moves over to the chair directly opposite of the female Elf. and quietly sits down. He finally lowers his hood again and let's his hair flow freely. He looks a bit at the dwarf and then turns to look at the Elf. "Hm, could she be the one I'm looking for? She looks like an Elf from my region at least." He glances back after a while, waiting a bit for his fellow 'inmates' to sit down as well. He has a slight smile on his face, he looks calm and relaxed and he's looking at some point on wall. He decides to speak when spoken too.

[dagaarn]

Larch attempts to play the noble, ignoring everything around him.