[To continue the Adventures of Fenrir. Arahel and Fylker in the city of Westgate]
DAY 293 (28th Nightal)(December) cont ...
Back at the cottage, after some discussion they decided to not bother with the Night Masks, but to go to the opposite extreme and join the City Watch.
You may remember that Cavu had instructed them to join one of the factions in the city.
After lunch, without further ado they went down to the Dock Ward in search of the Watch House, reasoning that it would be the most corrupt and therefore the easiest to join.
Arahel went in the appearance of a normal young human female, with brown skin and green eyes, armed with a spear and wearing leather armour (named Elysia Reidun).
Riz also came along.
The Dock Ward Watch House was little more than a small warehouse or a large shed with a couple of rooms at the back, a meeting point more than anything else. There was a fireplace to warm the room and cook food on. The old custodian (Merrick) opened the door and let them in. He needed some persuading to believe that four well-fed and well-dressed people (by Dock Ward standards) all wanted to join the Watch on the very same day but in the end he let them in and summoned the Constable, an old and fat man known as Noloc.
Next they were sent one by one to the office of Sergeant Vindrek, a younger man of noble birth (a second son working his way up the civic ladder as so many were in the Westgate Watch) who got them to fill in a form with some details.
This is what Fenrir wrote:
Name: Raziel Lightningrod
POB: Waterdeep
Age: 19 years old
Next of Kind: my Dad
Experience: Waterdeep watch, including the orc horde siege, etc, etc
Reference: Corum Lavius, Armar, Waterdeep watch, Waterdeep dungsweepers guild (partner)
The others filled in similar works of partial fiction, but Arahel did admit to being a shape-shifter so was told to go report to the South Watch Tower where the magical arm of the Watch operated from. She was told to ask for Trepplemar the Magnificent.
That evening back at the cottage Fenrir had a private chat with Riz, he was generally trying to get her to tone things down and make her aware that he no longer considered Bnurgstickslackskin to have any hold over him.
He also knew it to be true (or so he thought!) that Bnurg had no power to take away his abilities. In short, she did not have to be evil in order to be a Warlock.
Her brief answer was, 'But I like being evil!'
Fenrir saw he could not win, she was chaotic and evil by nature and being in league with demons suited her just fine. Although she would do his bidding for now, since the demons had told her to, he sensed that she was a little disappointed that Fenrir was not embracing his dark side.
Meanwhile Arahel went along to see, Trepplemar the Magnificent who in appearance was a middle aged lady dressed in fine wizardly robes. She told her to come back in the morning and ask for another lady called Dressdelle.
Trepplemar explained that they were pretty short staffed when it came to magical people in general and fliers in particular.
DAY 294 (29th Nightal)(December)
That morning, as arranged Fylker and Riz went to the Dock Ward at seven. Fenrir was meant to go to, but decided to let on he could fly after all and went with Arahel instead.
Fylker noticed Riz pick someone's pocket as they went through the busy morning markets and commented on it, but she was unrepentant.
At the Watch House Riz went along elsewhere for training but Constable Noloc had other ideas for Fylker.
Such a big and muscular new recruit would be very useful to him so to try him out he took him around several taverns and flop-houses to, in essence, extort money out of people.
The highlight of the day for Fylker was when he was told to go arrest a large barbarian drinking at a seedy bar. It developed into a fist fight that the dervish easily won.
Meanwhile Arahel and Fenrir reported to Dressdelle. She was a tough, no nonsense sort of lady and got right down to business, flying them around the city walls to see what they could do. Arahel turned into an eagle and Fenrir used his magical black bat Wings of Shadow.
He had to admit to Dressdelle he was a warlock and she seemed to accept that, but no doubt she would be keeping a close eye on him.
Dressdelle and Arahel could fly faster then Fenrir, so he was always lagging behind. They had lunch (two hours!) at the top of the Western Sea Tower then toured the walls again, then flew above the clouds for a while to finally come down for another two hour meal at another tower. Life in the Day Air Watch (or DAW) seemed to be mainly flying and eating.
Dressdelle explained. 'It's just us. I've been just myself for nearly a month now. There are three fliers on the Night Watch too. It's more dangerous at night so we couldn't take anyone from there to help me on days.
Probably just as well as they are all mad.'
At seven o'clock they went home and met the others, who had also returned from their busy first days.
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