An Announcement, and a Transfer of Authority.

[Cinnabar]

In Myrkentown and outlying settlements of Myrken Wood, the populace awakes to find an announcement, a declaration posted prominently on walls, the doors of civic buildings, public houses and wherever else they might be seen and read by the general public.

The citizens of Myrkentown and Foggy Bottom might also note a certain increase in the number of uniformed Constables on the streets; standing at street corners, patrolling the market square and other open spaces where a crowd might gather. Some seem wary, others even nervous, but the majority remain steady, resolute in their duties. There is an air of expectancy, of watchfulness, of waiting for the inevitable reaction that such news will undoubtedly provoke.

For the moment, though, things are quiet. It's still early in the morning, after all.

[OOC Note: The Sealingwax Coup is purely an IC device and your characters are not in any way required to get involved in its events, any more than you'd be required to interact with any other character in play. As always, it is you who has the right to decide your character's destiny; the coup's purpose is your entertainment. If you want to get involved, feel free to do so. If you don't, then don't. Easy as that. :)]

[Glenn]

There had been no sleep the night before. He had been there supporting Rhaena in helping the Kaczmareks, both their minds and their wounds. It meant that when Glenn finally returned to town, both to pick up his book at the bar and hopefully for training with Ariane, he was bleary-eyed and still a bit... distant from the mental link. It took him passing of three of these posters to actually stop and read one.

THAT brought him back to reality very quickly. "Oh hell, Calomel. What did you just do?" Just like that, he was off in a dash, heading towards their usual training ground. If Ariane hadn't seen one of these now, well, she, of all people (who didn't have a great deal of armed forces, mind you) really needed to know.

[Mathieu Laurent]

Even at this early hour, word travels quickly; a page delivers this to the Constable's door, himself panting heavily, the rich paper embossed and intricately sealed.


[INDENT]To Cinnabar Calomel, High Constable, Myrkentown Constabulary: Greetings.

Lothbury is pleased to congratulate the High Constable upon his recent exercises in statesmanship. As an industrious day surely awaits both the Constable and his staff, our emissary will be pleased to arrive at the earliest possible hour for conference.

Your co-operation is accepted with gratitude.

Mathieu Laurent
~Seneschal, Lothbury Estate. [/INDENT]


Bodies travel quickly, too. Within the hour, a fine scattering of Lothbury maroon-and-gold has begun to infiltrate the morning crowds.

[Cinnabar]

The page is bid to wait for a few moments to allow a reply to be written, and offered refreshments while he does so. Shortly thereafter he is sent on his way with a neatly-penned missive, again bearing the seal of the Office of the Governor.

To Mathieu Laurent, Seneschal of the Lothbury Estate

Sir,

First, my thanks for your well-wishes and support in this matter. I have little doubt that today and the ensuing days will be filled with the myriad details that must be addressed during such a transition of authority, and thank you in advance for your patience and forebearance.

For the immediate future, however, I am waiting upon responses from various of Myrken Wood's public figures, and would thus be able to meet with your representative as soon as can be managed. I cannot guarantee that such a meeting will be an extended one, but I hope that it will be sufficient to properly address any questions or concerns you might have.

Sincerely

Cinnabar Calomel

Further messages are sent out with Constabulary runners, and the maroon-and-gold liveried figures receive no trouble from the Constables on patrol beyond a few wary glances. For now.

[Kylerryth]

Aston Jylan Aldred, the Lord of Aldred, Councilor of Defence and Civil Security, studied a copy of the High Constable's posted declaration, brought to him by one of the men he had volunteered to the Constabulary in its formative days. His initial response: an arched eyebrow, which in another man would have been equal to a surprised shout.

Then: "Interesting," said Aston Jylan, setting aside the declaration. He gestured for the other man, still in uniform, to depart; and when he had, the Councilor, with a glance to the chess board across the room -- a game in progress; black was ahead by two moves, but white had time to recover -- retrieved ink and parchment to write a letter of his own.