The Tower Guard II

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From the great gate, bastions and ramparts of Othram and throughout the seven concentric city walls right up to the walls of the Citadel
wherein stand the Tower of Ecthellion, Merethrond, and the King and Queens’ house; the Tower Guard are active.
Minas Tirith, the Tower of Guard, is a virtually impenetrable fortress. ‘ So strong and old that it seemed to have not been built but carved by Giants out of the bones of the earth.’
Yet from Rath Celerdain to the Place of the Fountain this monolith of might needs the men and women of the Tower Guard to help protect it.
In times of war and in times of peace, for ever does evil lurk, and not at all times does this evil merely exist outside of the White City.
When such darkness threatens, the guardians of justice, the protectors of the peace by which the common man can sleep soundly in his bed, known as the Tower Guard; step forward.


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There are different area's where the Tower Guards patrol, those are namely:


Rammas Echor (TBD)
Pelennor Fields (TBD)
Othram (TBD)
Great Gate (TBD)
Hill of Guard (Lieutenant Grachnanar, seconded by Sergeant Celephinnor)
Citadel (TBD)

New rules!


- The Tower Guard will effectively be the "police" of Minas Tirith, they go on patrols and enforce laws, rules and regulations and have the authority to arrest anyone seeing to be breaking any.

- The Tower Guard will also be working closely with the City Gaol and the Royal Dungeons, although only occasionally taking prisoners to the Royal Dungeons as those are less used than the Gaols.

- All Plaza rules apply.

- The Tower Guard is run by (Acting) Captain Ostoher, NPC'ed currently by Lantaelen.

- Please state where you are in the top post along with your name.

- Please keep an eye out for orders or summons if a serious crime has been committed.

- Some light silliness is allowed, but it is overall a serious RP thread, please respect that.

- Feel free to pick any rank below Captain, however do not assume that gives you permission to order PCs around without their permission, only the Captain can do that.

Thanks to Winddancer for allowing me to copy the old thread
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Roquen Ostoher son of Aithion, Acting-Captain of the Tower Guard
Tower Guard Headquarters, Minas Tirith, Gondor
Late January, Fourth Age

All sub-commanders and leaders of the various districts of Minas Tirith and it’s surrounding environs were summoned for a crime statistics annual reporting. The district officers for the Rammas Echor, Pelennor Fields, Othram, Great Gate, Hill of Guard, and the Citadel, along with their seconds and various other sergeants and ranking guardsmen, were summoned to a large auditorium within the Tower Guard Headquarters. In the center of the room, a very large map of Minas Tirith was spread out, greater in width and span than the height of a tall man, very detailed, with various landmarks, points of interest, and it’s seven gates marked out in neat writing.

And more, pins dotted the whole map, each with a corresponding number. That number in turn corresponded to an open case file, indicating where a robbery, an assault, a murder, a crime, had been committed. Open files. Unsolved. There were a lot of them. Shameful.

And Ostoher son of Aithion, Acting-Captain of the Tower Guard, wanted to know why. Why, why, why was there such a failure of enforcement and policing in the City, despite the end of the War of the Ring? He intended to carry out his duties and reform the Tower Guard like a lightning bolt from the heavens, or Valar help them all. He paced around the map, holding a slender pole with which he used to point and indicate such references on the map, wherever the case points or other landmarks. Around stood the Lieutenants in charge of each district, with Lieutenant Grachnanar of the Hill of Guard standing forth, his records and open files under scrutiny by the Acting-Captain.

Ostoher tapped one of the pins in the third circle. ”Here, outside Clockmaker Alley?”

”Uh,” Lieutenant Grachnanar was handed a hefty ledger by his Sergeant, Celephinnor, and flipped through the pages to his copy of the case file report, ”Reported robbery at dusk. Suspect was masked wielding a dagger-“

”What was the make of the dagger?” Ostoher demanded, as Grachnanar flipped a page, clearly flustered. ”How long was the blade? Was it Gondorian? Rohirric? Orcish? Haradric?”

Grachnanar flipped another page, desperately seeking the answer in the case files. ”Take your time, Lieutenant.” Ostoher growled. You better hurry up. But as Grachnanar floundered further, flipping through more pages on a ledger that looked cracked and ready to fall apart, Ostoher shook his head.

”Any day now, Grachnanar!” Ostoher snapped.

”Witness does partially describe a blade of Gondorian make.” Grachnanar finally found the information.

Ostoher had already moved on. ””What about here?” The Acting-Captain gestured to another pin on the map, just a few blocks from the previous one.

”Another robbery, Sir. A…uh…Limeburner had their payment for a new shipment taken at knife point-“

”What was the make of the dagger used by the robber?” Ostoher insisted. He already knew the answer, having reviewed all the open files quite diligently in the past few weeks. But Grachnanar, overworked, called for the ledger again from his Sergeant and had to flip through the pages to find the case information, to review it, find the answer.

”Don’t bother. It was another Gondorian blade.” Ostoher answered for the Lieutenant. ”Used by another Gondorian thief. To rob yet another hard working, tax paying citizen in our City.” He huffed at the Lieutenant. ”And instead of looking at these clusters of robberies as potentially interconnected, you instead used separate personnel to investigate each, preventing the sharing of information that could have led to a lead on the identity of this individual violating your entire district!” Ostoher’s voice boomed in critique and Grachnanar looked properly ashamed.

Ostoher pointed to another pin, this one a different hue, in the third circle. ”Tell me about this murder. Why is it so lacking in detail.”

”It’s, uh,” Grachnanar began, but paused to find the corresponding paper work in his ledger, a painful silence settling over the hall, spiking the general nervousness of the meeting, ”a would-be robber broke into the home of a merchant. A woman. He was killed in self-defense. By an Amorthian knight who happened to be present. His name was Dimaethor. He-“

”An Amorthian Knight, carrying out extrajudicial murders in our City.” Ostoher clicked his tongue disappointedly. That man better not show his face around here again. ”The robber, who was he?” Silence. ”Where did he hang?”

”Hang, Sir?” Grachnanar asked. The body? Why would they hang a dead body?

”What was his usual stomping grounds? His haunts? Which inn, tavern, brothel did he frequent? Did you follow up on this or just shut the case since the perpetrator was dead?” Ostoher insisted. ”Do you even have a name for the dead robber?” Silence.

”This merchant, this woman – Jade - did you follow up? What’s her family name? Who are her vendors and wholesalers? Did she have competition for her business? Who are they?” Ostoher demanded now of the victim. So much lack of information. And that’s why cases went unsolved and unfollowed up on. It wasn’t the Lieutenant’s fault. There was an acute shortage of ready and able men during the War and immediately afterwards. But those circumstances were changing.

”I don’t know, Sir. The merchant, she moved or something. No forwarding address left or anything.” Grachnanar explained, sweat glistening on his brow. ”There was no time to follow up, Sir. My people had responsibility for-“

”Valar be good!” Ostoher shouted in astonishment, throwing his hands up. ”Did you just invoke the word responsibility to explain why you did not follow up on a murder case, Lieutenant?” He hissed furiously.

Silence. Silence all around. Ostoher cast his one good eye at the gathering of Lieutenants, sub-commanders, Sergeants and more. The Tower-Guard of Minas Tirith, capital of Gondor. ”So none of you know what I’m talking about?” He snapped at all of them. ”Here’s a fun fact for you, ladies and gentlemen. If we had Minas Anor’s population in the days of King Eärnur, we’d be looking at one hundred murders a year at this current rate. It’s shameful. Disgraceful even!” He glowered at each Lieutenant in turn. If they won the War, why did it feel like things were getting worse and worse? Crime was rising. No one had a shared purpose anymore? No unity, no fraternity?

”You can unclench yourselves,” Ostoher said quietly, albeit deviousness still in his tone, ”I do have some good news. There’s been an increase in our intake numbers at the recruitment stage by at least one-fifth of last year’s numbers. Plenty of discharged soldiers and provincials from the outer fiefdoms seeking their luck and fortune in the capital. I want to see beefed up foot patrols, tighter sentry schedules, more rotations, more hours. We will be fulfilling our promise to the King in reducing the felony rate by a tenth per year for the next five years.” He paused his pacing and looked at everyone, each in turn. ”Is that understood?”

”Yes, Sir!” Came the chorus of agreements and affirmations.

Ostoher raised a threatening finger. ”I do not care how many years you have in the Tower Guard or where you served in the War. The crime felony rate will drop, or YOU most certainly will. Is that clear?” Either do the job you’re commissioned to do or I’ll find some other man to do it, Valar willing…

”Yes, Sir!” Came the chorus of answers. And then…silence. Ostoher rounded about the room with his one good eye, holding the pole aloft like a judge making a decree.

”That’s it, gentlemen. Dismissed. Same time next week.” He said, with his stare landing on the Lieutenant of the Citadel, who was going to have his district’s numbers inspected, grilled, and interrogated, to make sure the Tower Guard was doing their job proactively, diligently, and most, most thoroughly.

Farion approached his side and snapped a quick salute. ”Sir, Guardsman Aderic wishes a word with you.”

”Send him in.” Ostoher continued to glower at the map and all it’s pins, each one like a dagger straight to his heart.
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Aderic Androllius
with NPC, Guardsman Tuichon
Jan 1st – File/Record room of the Guard HQ
Week 1 of Project "File Reorganizing"

Ric walked into the room and took a deep breath, taking a look at the mess that was the file room. There were a lot of files in this room. Ric knew what he was getting into, of course, but he also knew that he had to do it. Not only because it needed to be done, but because he needed to do it. Because if he didn’t, then he’d always be wondering what he might have missed, and what sort of things his brother might have gotten by with. Besides, he’d noticed the last time he was in here, nearly a year ago now, that it seemed like the file room had gotten rather out of order, with things a little jumbled. Some things not put away where they belong, things were difficult to find, the place was always overcrowded, and so forth. So, along with his request to be allowed permission to look through all of the files, he had also discussed the possibility of reorganizing everything while he was at it. Thankfully, the captain was wholeheartedly on board with that, as he was making many new changes to the guard anyway. So Ric entered the room on his first day back on the job, equipped with the knowledge of how the captain wished for the room to be organized, and with enough determination to see it done accordingly.

Someone had been assigned to help him, which was another relief. Ric could certainly handle the job on his own, but he definitely preferred to have company. And, he didn’t want to hear anyone making accusations, later on, that he’d changed any files, or that he’d taken or added things. The last thing he needed was more accusations piling up against him. But it was also good just to have someone to talk to while they were there all day.

“Well, how do we start?” Tuichon, the assigned assistant, sighed as he, too, eyed the cluttered shelves full of files crammed into the rows of shelves. There was really too many case files in here already to properly fit, and more kept coming in every day. Then there were all the other records that weren’t even really about cases, which Ric had always thought should be stored elsewhere. Things like the guard’s shift rosters from weeks prior, and release forms that citizens had to fill out to recover confiscated property, and so forth.

Ric walked up and down the rows, thinking for a moment. “Let’s take all the files and boxes out,” He decided. “And we’ll stack them over in the corner for now. Then, as we go through each one, we’ll organize them onto the shelves according to the method the captain instructed. He wants solved cases sorted by date, not by name,” He ignored the questioning look the other guard gave him in surprise at this change. This was their captains wishes, not Ric’s. “And unsolved cases are to be sorted by district, then by date.”

“Alright.” Tuichon said slowly, looking around. “That’s going to be a lot of cases.” He added as he grabbed the nearest folder, its contents bulging. The folder looked ready to burst at the seam. He looked at what was in it. “What about our old roster sheets?” He wondered.

Fortunately, Ric had asked about that, too. “Ah, those are going to be moved to the basement.” He declared, rather pleased with that change. He was almost certain that Mar had done quite a bit of doctoring on those in the past, so it would definitely be better to have those under strict supervision, with limited access which would have to be authorized. “We’ll stack those over here,” he decided. “And when we have everything, we’ll take those down and turn them over to Orchaldir.”

“Why?” The other guard asked, puzzled. “It’s just old roster sheets, why not just throw them out?”

Ric held back a little sigh. “Sometimes, it’s necessary to establish which guard was posted where and at what time, in case the captain needs to verify something relating to a case.” He explained. “It could be vital to an investigation. So these need to be kept,” He paused. “And they need to be kept somewhere that no one can sneak in and make changes to them, which might throw an investigation in the wrong direction.” He added the last part softly.

Tuichon nodded slowly. “Right. In case people start accusing us of things, you mean?”

“Yes. Exactly.” Ric agreed with a pang of sadness. The captain had already spoken of the idea of employing some guards whose job was to keep a check on the guards and make sure that they were not getting corrupt. As sad as it was that such a thing were necessary, Ric wholeheartedly agreed with that plan.

“So, they go down to evidence, and Orchaldir and his team guard them as evidence, now? Instead of being in the record room?” Tuichon seemed to be trying to make sense of this new change.

“That’s what the captain wants. And I agree that it is a good idea.” Ric answered.

“Alright. What about the case files?” Tuichon motioned toward the majority of the room. “You said the ones up to five years stay here. What are we doing with the rest?”

“If any solved cases are older than five years, they need to be sent to the archives,” Ric answered. He had discussed this with the captain yesterday, to make sure that he knew exactly what was expected, and what to do with all these things. “And the unsolved cases, after a year, will be moved somewhere else, as well.” He added quietly.

“We’re moving those to the archives too?” Tuichon asked, a bit surprised.

“No, there’s an attic upstairs, which hasn’t been used in years. It will be converted into a storage room, similar to this one.” He explained while taking some boxes over to stack in the corner. “It’ll become a the new home for cold cases.” Ric added with a little sigh, feeling saddened at the thought of cases being inactive so long that they might be moved into that room. “As I understand it, some other people have been ordered to work on emptying it while we're working in here. Then, I believe, they'll employ some carpenters to build shelves suitable for holding the case files.” It was an efficient plan, he thought. That way, Ric and his assistant didn't need to worry about that, and could just focus on the files.

It took maybe an hour before all the boxes, folders, and such were stacked neatly off to one side. When Ric came across certain files that he knew he’d want to start with, he put those on the desk. But before he began on any of that, he dusted all of the shelves off to make sure that all was clean before anything would go back in there. He had also requested as many cheap wooden crates be brought in as they could acquire. Those were stacked outside in the hallway, ready for their new purpose. There were several dozen of them, all the same, uniform size and shape. Ric had not yet revealed what his plan for those was, but he would, in time.

“So, what are you starting with?” Tuichon asked, eyeing the boxes and files on the desk.

Ric coughed as he finished dusting, waving the air to clear it. “First I’m going to open a window,” He declared, not even caring how cold it might be outside. They needed to get a bit of fresh air in there. The window was high up in the room, and it was too small for anyone to climb through it. He had checked that on back when he discovered several files missing, last spring. But he was glad that it did open, so they were able to let a bit of fresh air in.

Once he had done that, he came to the desk and gave a more proper answer to the other man’s question. “I’m going to start with Lieutenant Feirion’s case. He has been under house arrest for long enough,” Ric declared, taking a seat. “And the captain needs his lieutenants back.”

Tuichon pulled up a second chair. “Well, how are you going to manage that?” He wondered.

“I’m going to look through some records, for the moment.” Ric explained. “Maybe something will come up.. I’m sure I remember reading something, months ago, that should help him, if I can just find it. I’m going to need everything that’s on record concerning his case, though.”

Tuichon nodded and glanced at what Ric had on hand, then went looking through the stacks of boxes, making sure that they hadn’t missed anything pertaining to his case. He managed to locate a couple of other pages pertaining to the lieutenant under suspicion, then he brought those to Ric as he sat down again.

"Wait," Ric frowned as he looked at what Tuichon had brought him. "What is this? Where did it come from?" He stared in amazement at the pages he held.

"Oh, the ranger lieutenant had them sent down," Tuichon answered.

"How did the ranger lieutenant come to have these?" Ric asked, baffled. He skimmed through the first page, then the second. For a moment, he was confused, before he caught the difference. His breath caught as he saw it. Then he studied the writing a little more closely. It was impressive. Ric shook his head slightly, marveling at the way his brother could simply copy whatever writing he saw. As if he were tracing it or something.

"Let's see," Tuichon searched in another folder. "Here, the girl made a report about it." He informed him.

Ric was surprised by this. He took the file, reading the name of the report-filer. Erynneth Raedor? He felt as if he had heard that name before, but it eluded his memory. It was like a word that was at the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't recall it. He carefully read through it, noticing that it was Guardsman Thorley who had taken her report. Therefore, it was quite detailed and extensive.

He sat back as he finished, his mind racing. "That's what Lord Himhathol was referring to," he muttered, recalling the lord had spoken of 'an angry girl with an angry dog'. Ric drew in a slow breath, letting the details of that report absorb in. The place she had described.. he knew where that was. It was his and Mar's childhood home. It had to be. And... who was the woman she had found dead? He felt an uneasiness stir in his stomach. His mind was whirling with all the various possibilities. Could it be Alyssa? Merilda? Their mother? He sort of doubted the last, but it did make him wonder if he should write to their mother, to make sure.

It took some effort to make himself put those concerns to the back of his mind. He had a dozen follow-up questions that he wanted to ask Miss Raedor, but of course... he couldn't. Perhaps, he could ask someone to do it, but he could not personally ask her, until the captain gave him the clear to make his presence known to the public. But, sadly, he suspected that even if that were the case, she would be afraid of him. Because he looked like her attacker. So, maybe he could get someone else to make inquiries.


After taking a few moments to gather his thoughts back to the present task, Ric returned to studying the two identical papers. On a separate piece of paper, he made some notes about his thoughts, things that he noticed which he hoped would help in proving which was the forgery. Unfortunately, the real one pointed toward himself. But the captain had assured him that he would look at all such things with a mind open to the thought that it was Ric's identical twin behind it, not Ric. So, he tried not to worry about it too much. Together, he and Tuichon continued to look through the files, seeking for something to prove Feirion's innocence.

“There, I knew I had seen something about that, before.” Ric breathed out a sigh in triumph as he located what he had been seeking. “Lieutenant Feirion insisted he was off for the entire week of the autumn fayre last year,” He showed the other guard the statement he had found. “And he says he was in Lebennin.” He read from the report, then sat back and looked at Tuichon. “It takes a couple of days just to get to Pelargir, and Lebennin is beyond that.” He knew that from experience.

“So..?” Tuichon frowned. “What does that mean?”

“That means, we need to find out if there’s anyone in Lebennin who can confirm that he was there that week.” Ric sat back thoughtfully. “Someone needs to talk to Feirion. Find out who he saw while he was there, who he may have talked to, and if there’s anyone else that may be able to remember if he was there or not. If he can give us some names of people to talk to, who can confirm he was there during that week, then someone will need to go to Lebennin and find those people.”

“Right… so, what do we do in the meanwhile?” Tuichon wondered.

Ric motioned to the files. “We’ll keep working on this. When we take a break, I’ll talk to the captain about sending someone to Feirion’s house. The sooner, the better.” He couldn’t imagine the captain not approving such a visit to the man who’d been under house arrest for about six months now. Ric definitely knew how that felt, and he did not want the man to be stuck in his own home any longer than necessary.




This was a project that would take multiple days. Ric had assumed as much before he ever began, but after several hour’s work, his suspicion was confirmed. He wouldn’t be finishing this job today. Nor even by the end of this week, he suspected. Perhaps by the end of the month. Hopefully.

When he spoke to the captain earlier in the day, Ric had also suggested the idea of hiring someone whose sole job was to keep the record room neat and orderly, and who could process the files as they came in. That would, in his opinion, help to eliminate the ability of anyone to simply walk in and access any file they wished, and tamper with these records. He was troubled by how easily Mar had managed to do that, in the past, and he wanted to add more security to prevent such a thing from happening again. Whether the captain decided it was a good idea or not, it was his call. But Ric made the suggestion regardless.

Getting back to work, Ric decided to hold off on actually putting anything in the shelves yet, because he realized that he wouldn’t know exactly what order to put them in until he had gone through everything. He didn’t want to have to move things around and shift the boxes around, over and over because he found a new case with a date that needed to squeeze in between this one and that one. So he lined them up along one wall, roughly in chronological order, but not yet on their shelves. For now, he stuck with the years; up to five only. If the year was beyond that, he put those in a separate stack. If it was an unsolved case, he put those in yet a third stack. As for each case file, Ric designated a box for each one, rather than cramming everything pertaining to that case into a folder. And the drawers that the folders had previously been in, he took out. As he put each case file into its own crate, he also took a quill with a broad tip and wrote the name and date on the front slate, and below it he wrote ‘solved’.

Tuichon made a list of each case they went through as they processed them, so that nothing was missed, and all were recorded. Ric, meanwhile, kept a careful eye out for anything that was in his own handwriting. Whenever he came across a such a file, he scrutinized it carefully to make sure that it was something he remembered doing, himself. And that all of the details were accurate. On a few occasions, he did find one or two that he did not recognized, but which were in his handwriting. He set those aside with a frown. Those would need further investigation.

By the time they wrapped up for the day, there were four sections stacked or lined up along the walls of the file room, and fifth stack by the desk of the things going down to evidence. Unfortunately, the stack of ‘yet to be processed’ was still the largest. But it was time for shift change now, so they went downstairs. Tuichon signed out while his relief signed in. Ric would have actually been fine with staying longer, but he knew that this was the best time for him to walk home, when the foot traffic was at its lowest, while the majority of folks were at home, having dinner. And besides, he was hungry, for he had only had a light lunch earlier in the day. He put on his cloak, wrapped up in his scarf, and nodded to his guard escort to show he was ready. They left for the day, and would return early in the morning, before the majority of the public was up and about.
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Aderic Androllius
with NPC, Guardsman Hadrion
Jan 7th – File/Record room of the Guard HQ
Week 2 of Project “File Reorganizing”


Ric stepped into the file room with this week’s assistant; Hadrion. This was so that different guards could get accustomed to having Ric there. At the end of the previous week, he and Tuichon had managed to vanquish the ‘yet to be processed’ stack. But he still had some sorting left to do. At his request, over the weekend, a new batch of crates had been acquired and stacked outside of the record room, ready to be used.

Hadrion eyed the room critically. “Well, you sure made a mess in here.” He remarked. “Now, I guess, we have to put everything back? What’s the point of it all? Just to waste a lot of time? If we put all the files into those crates, there'll never be enough room for everything.” He scoffed.

Ric refrained from looking over at the man. This week was not going to be easy, working with someone who held a grudge against his brother. Hadrion, the son of the night desk Sergeant Hâdhon, had made it no secret that he disliked Ric. “We are organizing it according to how the captain wishes it.” He explained patiently.

“Right… so, what, I have to do all the work while you sit here and make notes, is that it?” Hadrion guessed.

Ric frowned slightly to himself. “Actually, it is more like the other way around, Hadrion.” He explained. He pointed out the pad of paper that Tuichon had been keeping notes on, last week. “I’ll be looking through each of the files. Your job is only to watch and be a witness that I haven’t done anything that I should not,” he felt a bit nervous about that. What if Hadrion made things up, just to get Ric in trouble? But he tried not to dwell on that possibility. “And make note of each file as I put them away. You can see how Tuichon was doing it,” he explained. “Start a fresh page whenever we begin a new year,” He added. “That way, whenever a new year begins, we can easily tear out the page of oldest files, and begin a fresh one for the new year.”

Hadrion rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

Ric didn’t catch it, nor did he ask him to repeat it. He pretended not to have heard anything, and instead turned to his boxes to take his mind off of it. He wasn’t yet ready to tackle the unsolved cases, so he focused only on the solved ones, for now. He could have managed it far more quickly, of course, if he had only been organizing the files. But he was also looking through everything carefully, checking for accuracy wherever he could, and making sure that nothing appeared amiss or altered. Also, he was taking everything out of its folder and putting each case into its own box, so that there was more room to store all the information that they needed. Because, despite the lengthy forms that some guards had been using, Ric had noticed that there was a vast lack of knowledge about many of the cases. He also had no idea just how much Mar may have tampered with the guard’s files, so he had to check everything. Thoroughly. And he found a few inconsistencies in the process.

“What’s that?” Hadrion questioned as he watched Ric bring one such file over to the desk for closer scrutiny.

It was the first case that he had found today which appeared to be his own work. “That’s one that I need to look at more closely.” Ric explained quietly.

The other guard frowned and looked over his shoulder at the box’s contents, and the label on the file. “Missing person?” He asked. “What’s special about that? It was solved, and the girl was brought back to her family.” He pointed out.

“Yes, it does say it’s solved.” Ric agreed hesitantly. “The problem with it is, that report is in my handwriting. But I don’t remember taking that case.”

Hadrion stared at him, then shook his head and leaned back in his seat. “So, is it solved or not?”

Ric could almost feel his eyes staring. He must think Ric was crazy. He clearly thought this whole thing was stupid. Well, Ric disagreed. “"That is the question, isn't it?" He pointed out. "I don’t know.” He answered quietly. He took his time reading through the report. Hoping maybe it might jog his memory, and he’d recall that he did actually work this case. But he hadn’t. By the time he had finished, he was certain. “Hadrion, will you start another list?” Ric requested, handing him another pad of paper. “This isn’t for the file room,” He added. “This is.. things that need following up.” He did not yet mark this box as solved, because while it did claim to be filed, he could not be sure about that until he had spoken with the victim and verified that the case was closed.

“Alright.. what do I put on it?” Hadrion grabbed a new piece of paper and sighed.

Ric read off the name of the victim listed, then he took it back to the shelf and put it away. He stood thoughtfully for a moment, looking at the name and date. He wished he had his journal to compare the date, but he didn’t. “I believe there’s going to be a lot of other names added to that list,” He warned Hadrion. “Will you also add the date, and ‘missing’ as a side note?”

“Anything else?” The young guard wondered, pausing to look at Ric.

Ric paused and glanced at him. He was well aware of how his father would have responded to the guy’s display of attitude, but Ric wasn’t the sort to speak any harsh words, much less raise his voice and yell at someone. He turned back to the rows of boxes he had already put away, and thought for a few seconds, trying to think of how to handle this. He cleared his throat quietly. “I.. realize that you don’t like being assigned to work with me,” He acknowledged quietly. “But I do wonder, if you did not have this assignment, what would you be doing today?” He inquired.

Hadrion sat back with a little frown. “Patrols, I guess.”

“And you would prefer patrolling around in the cold all day, rather than sitting inside, asked to write things down now and then? Is it too boring for your liking?”

Hadrion huffed. “Guess not.” He muttered.

Ric looked down at the floor, holding back a sigh. “We don’t have to like one another, but may we at least try to get along while we are working together?” He requested.

Hadrion shrugged noncommittally and said nothing. He wrote down the information Ric had asked him to write.

Ric held back a sigh, feeling an underlying sense of hostility aimed at him, but he wasn’t really sure what it was about. No doubt, something Mar had done to him at some point. He picked up the next file and sat down to look through it, grabbing a blank crate for it.

Even while they were working, a new file had come in. An attempted mugging, along with an assault on a lady. Apparently, a young ranger had intervened, but the mugger got away. Ric looked over the contents of the file, and wondered about the lack of follow-up information. At least the ranger would be easy to find. Ric was relieved to see that it was not Unalmis, but a fellow he had never heard of. Trastion Leithor. The victim’s name, however, looked… familiar. Ric frowned at that, thinking he had seen that one not too long ago, in another file. He thought for a moment, then went looking at one that he’d processed maybe half an hour prior. A murder which had occurred in the Guesthouse Inn, back in November. A musician had been killed in an apparent robbery. The girlfriend, yes.. that was where he’d seen that name before. Meluiel. She had come in to identify him. Ric could not find any residence listed for her, on either file. He frowned slightly at this.

He couldn’t help wondering at the likelihood of her boyfriend being murdered in a robbery, and now a few months later, she is involved in an attempted mugging. What bad luck.. or was it too coincidental? Could it be that there was someone targeting that particular woman for some reason? Could she be in danger? Was this mugging more than a mugging, or was Ric simply reading too much into it? Perhaps she had been the target in the other incident, and the boyfriend had the bad luck of being there instead of her? Maybe he should bring the matter up to the captain? He shook his head slightly and thought for a moment, then asked Hadrion to make a note of the two files in the side list that he had begun. Then he put them both into the unsolved stack. Because, with the mugger still at large, he didn’t really consider the matter solved.

By the time they wrapped up for the day, the list of things to come back to was, indeed, a bit lengthy. Far lengthier than it ever should be. Ric had yet to touch any of the files older than five years, but he wondered if there might be something in there relating to Reilly. But, he would get to that pile after he’d finished with the unsolved cases. Eventually.


Jan 10th

By the middle of the week, Ric was finally ready for the next phase of the project. Now that he had the solved cases roughly sorted by year, he began the process of arranging them meticulously by date, beginning with the oldest year. He put them in order from oldest to newest before beginning to put their boxes onto the shelves. Then, he did the same with the fourth year back, then the third, second, and finally the current year. It took him all day just to do all of that. He stepped back to look over the shelves with a nod of satisfaction, pleased to see that he had managed to fit all of the oldest files along the bottom row, then the row above that was the next year, then the third row for the third year, and so forth. His assistant had noted down everything as he went, so that there was a complete record of each file that was there, in order from oldest to newest. At Ric’s suggestion, Hadrion had used a fresh page for each year’s record, so that when the files that were five years old, became six years old, that page could be easily removed from the list, and a fresh page could begin for the newest year’s records. This record, Ric intended on giving to the Captain so that he could designate where it should be kept. Preferably, in a locked drawer so that anyone attempting to alter files would not be aware of the list, so that it would not be altered.

Ric sat back, rubbing his eyes. He had just put away the last ‘solved’ file that would be stored in this room, and finally he could move onto the unsolved cases. In a way, he was dreading those the most. There were so many unsolved cases, it troubled him. Fortunately, they were outnumbered by the solved ones, but still… there were too many for his liking. It made him want to see how many he could cross off. Of course, that would have to wait until he was officially allowed to return to public as a guard, and could start looking into these things himself.

“So, the rest of these go into archives?” Hadrion checked, eyeing the enormous stacks of files older than five years. “We don’t have to go through those, do we?”

Ric debated about that, then shook his head slightly. “I think it’s safe to say that solved cases beyond five years have probably not been tampered with,” he decided softly. That went beyond when Mar would have had reason to tamper with anything, right? Hopefully. “The archivists can sort through those, I believe. We need to focus more on the unsolved ones.” And, after they were logged into the archives, anyone could access those, so it was something that he could come back to at his leisure, later on, if he felt it necessary. He hoped he had made the right call on that. Others would be assigned the task of bringing the older files to the archives, since Ric couldn't be seen in public, so by the end of the week, the only files that would remain would be the unsolved ones.

He sighed and stretched his arms, then went to grab the first file. To his surprise, this was a report of something which had happened only this morning. The reporting guards, Galudor, stated that a portion of scaffolding had broken away from the wall during the night, but no one had been hurt. He did not mention anyone else being present, but he reported that it had been before dawn, and there were no construction crews working during the winter anyway. No one had been struck by falling pieces, so everything seemed to be alright. But Ric also wondered, why did it fall now, out of the blue? It hadn't been excessively windy last night, that he knew of. And it couldn't have collected a layer of ice, which might have made it heavier.

Then, thinking about the timing, he thought he remembered hearing some sort of commotion while he had been leaving his house earlier, but that had been in the opposite direction he was heading, so he hadn’t gone to check it out. Since the report showed the necessary signatures to show that it had been reviewed by all the necessary people, Ric filed the report where it should go, then picked up the next file to review. He still wondered about that scaffold issue, but he also had plenty of other things to wonder about. More pressing matters.

He had personally made a list of all the things that he knew about, which should be there. So, he would check them off as he found them, if he found them. And by the time he’d finished he would know if they were all accounted for or not. He hoped that nothing new would have gone missing since he was last here. He still could not figure out how those files had gone missing, nor what could have happened to them. He had not been told about those having been found alongside his journal, however, so it would be a surprise when he came across the ones he remembered having reported missing. Very strange.

“So, what’s your plan with the unsolved?” Hadrion asked, having not yet bothered to learn about that plan. His question drew Ric's attention away. For the first three days of this week, they had worked solely on the solved cases, but now those were in order. Rows of neatly stored crates lined the shelves, each labeled clearly in neat, bold writing with the name, date, and ‘solved’ status on the front. With only storing five year’s worth of the files, there was significantly more room on each row of shelves, so there was plenty of room for the crates. There was also plenty of empty spaces for more solved cases to join them. Since the older solved cases would be going into the archives, so they would no longer be taking up space in here. And there were a lot of them. Ric had even found some old cases that dated back to when his father was captain, before Baelthor. It amazed him, and made him wonder when was the last time the files had been gone through.

As for Hadrion’s question, “Unsolved, up to a year, will be organized by district,” Ric explained, then frowned thoughtfully. The guards were aware by now that their new captain had appointed leaders over each district of the city. “So, we’ll have to pay attention to which area each crime took place.”

You have to, you mean.” Hadrion corrected him. “I’m just here observing, taking notes.”

Ric paused with a feeling of disappointment as he was reminded that Hadrion did not intend to do anything more than he had to do. “Right. Then.. I suppose, I need to have six stacks to sort the cases, as I go.” He realized, careful to say ‘I’ and not ‘we’. “And, I will also need six shelves to store them,” He added thoughtfully, walking down row of empty shelves, trying to decide if there was enough room. To his relief, he counted exactly six empty rows, which meant that he could assign one row to each division. Perfect.

Working with Hadrion was tiring. Ric wanted to ask for Tuichon back. Tuichon, at least, did not seem to have a problem with Ric, and he didn’t mind assisting with the work a little. But he wasn’t really surprised, given who Hadrion’s father was. Whatever. Ric was glad for something to do, to take his mind off of everything else, at least. His list of ‘things to follow up on’ grew as he went through more and more unsolved cases. It bothered him, how many cases were unsolved. After a point, he even asked Hadrion to keep a count of them, so that when they were finished, he could inform the captain of the number of unsolved cases.

Once he had decided on which shelf to designate for each district, Ric made a simple sign, with large letters, to attach on the end of each shelf, with the name of each district on it. That way, it would be easy to find the desired section when someone came to look up a file. As he put the contents of each file into its own crate, for the unsolved cases, Ric left the bottom part blank. That way, if and when that case did get solved, they could write ‘solved’ on it, rather than having to get a fresh crate, or paint over ‘un’ or something like that. He stood back and looked at them. Rows and rows of boxes, each representing a crime which had never been resolved. Victims of murders, whose families had never received closure, or perhaps victims of other crimes who still lived, knowing that a criminal was still out there. He didn’t like that.

While he looked through all of these unsolved cases, Ric came across another that he had filled out. Months ago. This one was definitely one of his own, and not Mar’s doing. He felt a pang of sadness as he remembered his first case with the rank of lieutenant. It had been reassigned to someone else after the first day, but Ric had begun working on it. He wondered, now, whether Mar had had anything to do with his reassignment. He frowned as he studied the signature on the reassignment order, stating that Guardsman Braum was to work that case, rather than Ric. He hadn’t even seen that guy since that day. He’d never seen him before then, either, come to think of it. He couldn’t find where much had ever happened with that case, either, which troubled him. He was frowning, his thoughts racing as he marked the date and their best guess of a name, on the crate. That was one he would want to come back to for sure. He asked Hadrion to add it to the list. The little girl left behind deserved to know why her papa had been murdered, after all.

Maybe half an hour later into his sorting, Ric found another folder containing an unsolved case which had troubled him a great deal. There was a report here from the guard named Hathaldir, about finding a trail of blood leading to the sewer entrance on the fifth level. There was another report included, from Ric, stating what actions he had taken and what they had found, which boiled down to nothing. Nothing had ever come of this case, either. Ric closed his eyes, letting his memory drift back that stormy night back in April.

“You alright?” Hadrion asked. “You’re not napping, are you?”

Ric shook his head, then opened his eyes. “This one needs to go on the list, too.” He declared softly. He paused, then, remembering that he had written up another report on that case, which he had withheld because he was afraid it would go missing. He needed to retrieve it, somehow, and add it into this box.

Hadrion dipped his pen in ink. “Alright, what name?” He practically sighed, but he did manage to make it sound less like attitude and more like he was only bored.

Ric hesitated, frowning. “Unknown. It was a.. possible murder. In April, last year. That’s.. about all I know. I intend to look into it more.” He explained with a sigh. Yes, he intended to look into this one a lot more. He just wasn't sure when that would be able to happen.

Hadrion nodded and wrote all that down.

Ric sighed, deciding that it was probably something he’d better discuss with the captain more in depth. But he would like to gather a little more information, first. Having had his memory jogged about that particular incident, Ric paid a little more attention to any files listing a missing person, hoping he might manage to match one of those up with the timing of that murder. He came across a few missings, but none really matched the timing well enough. Still, he searched diligently for anything that might connect to the other case. By the time he had worked his way through the entire year’s worth of unsolved cases, Ric wasn’t yet sure whether anything could be connected to the case last April.

Fortunately, a year’s worth of unsolved cases didn’t take nearly as long to sort through as five year’s worth of solved ones. So he managed to finish all of those by the end of the second week. So, he would move on to the unsolved ones that were more than a year old, when he came back next week. In the meanwhile, over the weekend, he took his list home and began doing whatever he could, at home, to check for connections between the cases he had marked as needing follow up. This was definitely overdue in being investigated.
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Aderic Androllius
with NPC, Guardsman Therion
Jan 14th – File/Record room of the Guard HQ
Week 3 of Project "File Reorganizing"

“Wow, this looks.. so much better than the last time I was in here!” Therion declared, eyes wide as he stepped into the re-done file room.

Ric actually smiled, possibly for the first time in the past couple of weeks. “Thank you. It’s been very… tedious, but worth it, I think.”

His assistant this week was a bit older than him, but a likeable enough fellow. Ric had never met him before, and he was pretty sure that he’d been mostly stationed on the Rammas and Pelennor, until recently. Ric briefly explained the new filing system which the captain had implemented.

Therion nodded as he walked up and down the aisles of shelves. “It looks good. What about those?” He wondered, indicating the remaining stacks of folders. “Looks like there’s room on the shelves for more boxes, but I don’t know about that many boxes,” He added skeptically.

“Don’t worry,” Ric shook his head. “These are going into the attic. Captain wants all the unsolved cases which are older than a year, to be stored up there. It’s already been converted into a room similar to this one,” He explained.

“Ahh, so that’s what all that sawing and hammering was about last week? I wondered.”

Ric nodded. “Yes, I actually thought I would have to clean out the attic myself, and then figure out the shelving issue, but fortunately, they got someone else to manage that, and it was being worked on last week, so now it’s ready for us to put the files away.” He was quite relieved by that, because it meant that he didn’t have to stop working on his reviewing and organizing project to worry about cleaning out an attic.

“So, should we gather all these folders and carry them up to the attic and sort them there?” Therion asked.

Ric debated about that, then shook his head. “No, let’s organize them in here.” He decided. He didn’t know if there was any heat in the attic, but if there was not, they would be rather cold, working up there all day.

So they got started. Therion was a bit more helpful than Hadrion had been, last week. Ric was glad for that. After they got the first couple of boxes finished, he even offered to take them up to the attic while Ric continued to work on the files. It was tempting to say ‘sure, go ahead’, since it would have been an efficient use of their time. But just as he was on the verge of saying so, Ric recalled the reason he had asked for an assistant to be present. “No,” he answered, instead. “I don’t want either of us to be alone with any of these files for even a minute.” He explained.

When the guy looked at him questioningly, Ric remembered that Therion had been posted mostly on patrols in the Pelennor or on the wall, and that he probably had not heard much of the gossip going around about Ric, in this past year. He was relieved for that, at least. “Part of the reason we’re going through these files,” Ric explained, “is because there is a strong likelihood that someone, at some point, has tampered with some of them. In fact, it’s more a case of trying to figure out which files have been altered or removed, or even added, and which are unaffected.” He sighed. “So, if anyone at all were to come into headquarters, say a month from now, and claim that such and such file has gone missing, or whatever.. and it comes out that you and I handled that file and that one of us was alone with it for a few minutes?” He shook his head. “You can see how that would be very bad, right? So, this way, if anyone tried to accuse me of doing anything, or you, then we can each vouch for one another and say that there was never any such opportunity.”

“Right, that makes sense.” Therion nodded, seeing the gravity behind such an accusation. “Is that actually likely to happen, though? I mean, why would anyone make such a claim?” He wondered.

Ric gave a wry smile. “You’d be surprised…” He knew at least four people who might throw such accusations at himself, but he didn’t say so. “We’ll wait until we’re nearly done for the day,” he decided. “Then, we’ll carry up all the boxes we’ve finished.”

“Alright, works for me.”

Hours passed, and Ric continued to work through the files. Therion not only kept up with the list for him, but he also marked the crates for him, while Ric was studying the contents of each case file. Which was rather helpful, since that was one less thing for Ric to manage. He placed the files into the latest box, set that aside, and picked up another file while Therion grabbed the next blank crate, ready to write the name on it.

“Wait a minute,” Ric frowned as he looked at the paper. It was a complaint filed by someone on the fourth level. A complaint about ‘strange smells’ during the night. It was from a couple of years ago.

“What is it?” Therion asked, setting the crate aside and leaned closer.

“It's.. a complaint about strange smells,” Ric answered, puzzled. “I’m sure I just saw another one of those, not a half hour ago.” He added, going to look back at what he’d already done. “Yes, here it is.” He took the report out and compared them, frowning thoughtfully. “Same person filed the complaint, but it’s months apart.” He tilted his head thoughtfully. “Huh.”

“Probably just some old geeser with nothing better to do than complain,” Therion snickered.

“Maybe,” Ric halfheartedly agreed.

"Or, let me guess," Therion went on, amused, "it's Ms. Irma?"

Ric shook his head with a half-smile. They all knew how much that woman liked to complain about everything. But it was not her. He put the files together, as they seemed to be related. He didn't know yet what the significance might be of these complaints, but there was something that he felt was important about it. He resumed going through the unsolved cases, deciding to come back to those later.

'Later' kept coming and coming, however. Over the next few hours, Ric found more and more similar complaints, spanning a few years, although. Not all of them were reported by the same person, but each complainant was located in the same general neighborhood. Ric found that very interesting. After he’d found several such complaints, he put a pause on the sorting work, and lined those complaints up on the desk, next to one another, arranged chronologically. “Look at these dates,” He requested, frowning as he tried to make sense of it.

“They’re spaced pretty far apart,” Therion observed. “What about it?”

“There are a few gaps, but for the most part, there’s a report almost every month.” Ric frowned. “It skips here, and here, but then there’s a complaint filed for three months in a row, then it skips again, then there’s five more..”

“But it’s not exactly a month apart.” Therion pointed out.

“No… slightly less,” Ric agreed, frowning at this pattern with thoughtfulness. “I wonder what it means. And what the gaps mean,”

“Maybe those missing months are somewhere in this mess,” Therion pointed to the stacks of files they still had to get through.

Ric nodded slowly. “Right. Let’s keep working,” He paused. “But… I want to make a list of all these dates, and the people who reported these strange smells, and the guards who took the reports. I’d like to know more about this,” He frowned thoughtfully.

They compiled a list, leaving a blank line for each of the gaps, in case they found files to fill those in. Then, they put those complaints back in their box, and resumed going through the case files. But Ric did not forget about the matter.

As they moved into the last hour of the shift, Ric and Therion carried the boxes they were finished with up to the attic, which indeed had had all of the unused junk cleared out, and shelf units like those in the filing room had been built especially for this purpose. Ric looked around, quite satisfied with how it looked. The boxes were not ready to go into their shelves, yet, but Ric arranged them by year in clusters, so that once they had finished everything, they’d know which year to put in first and go from there.

Ric went home, studying his list of dates thoughtfully. He spent some time writing notes and trying to sort things out into some sort of sense. When he returned the next day and sat down in the file room with Therion, Ric was still troubled by those complaints. “What’s significant about these dates?” He wondered, frustrated. He had been wracking his brain all night with it. “Why are people only noticing these strange smells on those dates, and no other times? And why aren't the guards finding anything when they check it out?”

“Could it be something to do with when the fishers bring their catch in to sell?” Therion wondered. "That smells pretty strong, right?"

“That would be in the market though, wouldn’t it?” Ric mentioned. “And, don’t they do that at least weekly?” He was not exactly familiar with the fishermen's routines, but he thought they came to sell their fish more often than once a month. Besides, he had found a note in one of the earliest reports that the complainant believed her neighbor was burning his trash late at night, but the guards never could pinpoint which neighbor it was supposed to be, and it was very low-priority, so they brushed it off and moved on.

“Right. Nevermind, that was a dumb suggestion.” Therion thought for a moment more. “Well, what’s the most recent date?” He asked.

Ric thought for a moment while glancing at his list. But hadn't he seen some complaints like this, last week, while working on the more recent unsolved cases? He thought about that, then went over to the unsolved cases he had put away last week. The ones that had occurred within this past year. He remembered having seen a few complaints like this in there, too. He looked for just a moment before locating one. He didn’t find one for October, November or December, but there was one from just a few days ago. “Aha, January!” He declared, bringing that report over to the desk. “Look, January 11th, this month. Just a few days ago, in fact.” He brought it over. “I knew I’d seen something like that in more recent files. An elderly lady reported being kept awake all night because of ‘the weird smells’ again.” He stared at it. “What is special about the 11th?”

Therion thought for a moment, shrugging. “It was a full moon a couple days ago, but that’s about all I can think of.” He answered.

“Full moon.” Ric looked up at him, then at the dates. A chill went down his spine at the implication. “A full moon… that would explain these dates being about a month apart.” He quickly jotted a note down about that, beside the list of dates. After carefully reading through the complaint file, he sighed and put it away. “Why didn’t they get more information?” He grumbled. “The closest description I can find is like.. someone burning trash.”

“Maybe that’s all it is.” Therion suggested. “Maybe one of their neighbors is just burning trash, and he keeps it secret because the old lady keeps griping about it. Besides, the complaints got sparser after the first year or so, and only show up now and then. Could be that he was doing it once a month, but now he only does it every few months, and it’s just coincidental about the moon.”

Ric frowned at the list of dates he had compiled, and slowly shook his head. “No… I rather doubt that.” But he couldn’t really explain why he felt doubts about it. He just… did.

“Well.. what do you think it is?” Therion wondered.

“I’m not sure,” Ric answered thoughtfully. “But, I don’t think it’s good.”

In fact, Ric decided to move all of those complaints into the same box, the most current box; January. As far as he was concerned, it was still an active case even if it had begun a few years ago. Condensing them all into one box also helped preserve space, and now they had a few extra crates to reuse, after the writing was painted over. Once he had finished making those adjustments, he resumed the sorting process. Anytime he came across another such complaint, he moved it into the appropriate box, sorted by date within the box. Otherwise, he focused on the other files.

There were indeed a lot of files. Going back many years. It was a little overwhelming to think about all the unsolved cases. As he picked up yet another, Ric froze at the name on it. He blinked. His mother’s maiden name. He slowly breathed out, then opened it. What was this one going to be about? He read through the file in silence. Then he put it in the box with a little frown. “Will you add that to the list?” He asked quietly.

“What’s special about that one?” Therion wondered, grabbing the quill.

“I.. just have a feeling about it.” Ric answered evasively. He didn’t really want to delve into that with Therion, whom he barely knew. But he would be checking back about that, even if it meant he had to ask his father. Which was about the last thing he wanted to do.

The week continued about like that. There were a number of cases which caught Ric's eye, particularly since he was looking for odd things, or things that could fit with something he remembered. Since the unsolved cases went back years and years, to before Baelthor’s time and into Captain Androllius’ time, there were a lot of them. Ric even came across one or two that were left over from the captain who served before his father. It was to be expected, since unsolved cases should never be thrown out, no matter how old. Each of these cases got their own box, but Ric’s main attention focused on the cases of the last five or six years. About the time when he and Mar had begun to work in the guard. He also focused on anything which might support a theory that he was beginning to form, but he said nothing yet to anyone about that.

By the time the third week had wrapped up, Ric’s list of things to follow up on had swelled significantly. He had also started a new list; things he suspected might be tied together somehow, although he had only his own uncertain suspicions to go on. And for most of it, he figured most people would say it was unfounded or that he had no case to go on. But he still wanted to check it out. He’d listed everything he found that stood out to him, and it was a bit troubling how much there was.

Furthermore, it was easy to see why so much of this had gone unnoticed, because the reports were taken by various guards. And, with the file room being so tremendously overcrowded in the past, it was understandable that things got lost in there. Reports that seemed insignificant got stuffed into a folder, crammed onto the shelf beside more important cases, and forgotten. But hopefully, Ric's efforts these past few weeks would help toward solving that issue. With this new system, hopefully everything would be much easier to find, and it would be easier to make connections when people could find things easily.
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Aderic Androllius
with NPC, Guardsman Cellinor
Jan 21st – File/Record room of the Guard HQ
Week 4 of Project “File Reorganizing”

“I still don’t see where there was anything wrong with the way things were,” Cellinor complained, frowning as he climbed the stairs with two crates stacked together. “What was wrong with just using folders? They were much lighter, and it took up far less space.” He huffed as he set his load down.

Ric had been listening to his latest assistant complain all day so far. He held back a sigh as he set his own load down. “You really think it was efficient to have decades’ worth of files all crammed together?” he asked. “Cases that were solved twenty years ago mixed in with still active cases, because the share the same letter of the alphabet?”

“There’s nothing wrong with an alphabetical system.” The other man argued. “We’ve been using it for ages.”

“You’re welcome to offer your complaints to the captain,” Ric offered. “I’m only doing what he’s requested be done.” He explained.

“Oh, don’t give me that. Everyone knows it was your idea to redo the files,” Cellinor scoffed. “The captain only went along with it to give you something to do.”

Ric turned his attention on the crates he had brought up, trying not to react to that comment. He placed one of his crates into the section for the year TA 3019, and the other went to FA 1. Of the two boxes that Cellinor had brought up two boxes, one was labeled for the year TA 3020, and the other for TA 3001. It was near the end of the first day working with Cellinor, and already Ric could see that it was going to be a long week. And there were still days’ worth of files left to go through, but Ric was hopeful that he’d be able to finish before the end of this week. That was what he was hoping for; that he’d be able to finish the project by the end of the month.

“Are we done now?” Cellinor asked. “It’s time my shift ended.”

“Technically, you have until the bell,” Ric quietly pointed out. They had not yet heard it, which meant that there was still time before the end of his shift. This earned Ric a scornful glance from the other guard, but he ignored it. They made a few more trips, carrying boxes up, until none of the boxes they had finished with were left in the filing room. Tomorrow, a fresh supply of crates should be waiting for them to begin again. Ric quite agreed with the captain’s decision to divide them. The unsolved cases really needed a whole room to themselves, there were so many.

At last, they came down to the signout book, just as the bell was tolling. Ric now had a notebook full of his lists and notes and things which he wanted to work on at home. Since he couldn’t take any of these files home, he’d jotted down pertenent information that he could refer to at home, and that way he could continue to work on things once he was on his own time.

His at-home investigation project was beginning to take over one of the back rooms of his temporary house, but he didn’t mind that. He was up late, adding in any new information he’d come across today, just as he had been doing for the past few weeks. He worked on that until he couldn’t keep awake anymore, and then he went to bed. He would return to the file room before sunup tomorrow.

The following days, Ric tried to focus more on his task, rather than the company. Cellinor was not his favorite assistant, but he tried not to let it bother him too much. Instead, he focused on getting through as many files each day as he could, though he didn’t let his goal push him to overlook anything while he was sifting through the files.

Finally, Ric placed the last unsolved file into the last crate. He sighed in relief. “That’s all of them.” He said in relief. It was the last day before the weekend.

“But we’re not done.” Cellinor grumbled. “We still have to carry all these boxes up to the attic, and then put them in the shelves.”

“Yes, but we should be able to finish that by the end of the day.” Ric answered, feeling hopeful. The end was in sight. After that… well, he wasn’t sure. But he was ready to be done with this. They took a break for lunch, then got back to it. The rest of the boxes were carried up to the attic, where they would begin sorting each year section chronologically, and putting them into the corresponding sections. Once the last crate was brought up to the new storage room, Ric began to sort the boxes, putting them into the shelves. Cellinor mostly observed, although he occasionally pointed out if Ric had a date swapped or something.

Ric stepped back as he put the last box on the shelf. He looked around, making sure there weren’t any other boxes hiding in the corners. Nope, they were all there. Finally. He breathed a sigh of relief, just as the bell began to toll.

“Finally. The week’s over.” Cellinor declared, hopping up from his seat.
“Did you write that last one down?”

“Yeah, yeah. Now come on, time we sign out and go home.”

Ric took a last look at the room that was now filled with the recently organized cold case files. He felt satisfied with the finished results. He just hoped the captain would also be pleased. For now, he went downstairs with Cellinor. He had some new notes to go over once he got home, and the weekend in which to study all of those notes and theories.
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The weekend was over, and Ric had been busy at his temporary house. He had folders and notebooks filled with information he had gathered during the course of the past four weeks. He had theories he had been exploring during the month, and concerns which he hoped to bring up to the captain. He intended to ask to speak to the captain as soon as he came in, but upon arriving at the headquarters, he learned that there was to be a meeting planned for as soon as the captain and his lieutenants arrived.

Ric waited outside the auditorium room, having been informed by someone that it was for the lieutenants only, and that he was not permitted entrance. Had he known that the meeting was also for the sergeants and other ranking officers, Ric might have mentioned that the captain had offered him the position of a sergeant, but he didn't want to make any sort of scene. So, he just nodded and waited outside the doors to the auditorium. He wasn't sure he had ever known of that room to be used, before today.

He didn't realize, when he positioned himself near the door, that he would be able to hear all of what was said inside the room. But he could hear. And it was a surprise to hear the captain saying some of the very things that Ric had been planning to mention to him. So that was what the meeting was about? Interesting. He listened very closely to all that Ostoher said, and realized, with some surprise, that he must have familiarized himself with each of the unsolved cases, too. He was glad for that, and it certainly helped gain some respect for the man. As someone who had just spent four weeks going through everything, Ric knew exactly how time-consuming it was.

Without being able to see the people on the other side of the room, Ric tried to imagine who Ostoher was speaking to, or rather admonishing, for failing to keep the crime rates down. Whoever he was, Ric couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the guy. He'd heard that some lieutenants had been assigned over the six districts, but Ric had not met them, nor did he know who most of them were. He wondered if Feirion had been cleared yet... there should have been plenty of time by now for someone to travel to Lebennin, speak to everyone on the list, and return home with confirmation of Feirion's alibi. Because Ric was certain that the man's alibi would check out, therefore, he should be in that meeting, right? He hoped so.

As the captain brought up the details about the thieves using Gondor blades, Ric bit his lip. A part of him wanted to ask what made the captain so sure that the thief, or thieves, hadn't simply stolen or used whatever knife was convenient to them. But, given the captain's apparent mood at the moment, and not to mention the fact that Ric had not been invited to that meeting, he thought better of it. He might venture to suggest the idea at some later point, but not here. Not now. He did not want to seem argumentative, especially with the man in an irate mood. He also didn't want to get on Ostoher's bad side.

As he listened to the captain express his expectations for his subordinates, Ric held back a sigh as he wished that he could be part of those extra patrols, or even the sentry duty, or something. In fact, with his reorganization task now complete, he wasn't even sure what sort of duties he could be given, which would keep him out of the eyes of the public. He understood why the captain was keeping him hidden away, but it did make it difficult for him to actually look into any of the things he wanted to investigate. It was difficult for him to just sit on the sidelines with nothing but his thoughts, his notes, and his theories to keep him busy.

Stepping off to the side so that he wasn't in the way of the door while the meeting began to disperse, Ric's gaze had gone a little blank. He stared off down the hallway, zoning out slightly while everyone else was moving out of the room, hastening off to get started on following their orders.

Then someone nudged him. "You wanted to talk to the captain?" The guy reminded him. "He says he'll see you now."

Ric blinked as he turned and saw Farion speaking to him. He smiled slightly with a little nod of gratitude. "Thank you." He followed the other man into the room, looking around curiously. He was most impressed by the giant map, with all those pins. He studied it from across the room while walking toward the captain, then looked around to take a look at whatever else was in there. His gaze returned to the map as he came to stop slightly behind the captain, impressed by the idea of putting the different colored pins in there, to mark what sort of crime was committed where. Perhaps he ought to get something similar for himself, at home... except, he wasn't sure how to go about purchasing such items. He couldn't exactly go out to the store and buy it, right now. He wondered how long that was going to last.

He cleared his throat slightly. "Captain. Good morning, sir. " He spoke softly to get his attention, and offered a salute with his free hand. The other held his notebook and folders tucked neatly against his side. Hopefully, he was in a better mood by now.
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Late January, Fourth Age

In full gear and armour, minus his winged helm which sat on the nearby desk, Ostoher lorded over the full scale map of the city and it’s environs. It was…outdated, back to the days of Steward Ecthelion, who had made various improvements and upgrades to the White City. Not much had changed. Maybe a few notable locations on the Pelennor had been wiped out or demolished during the Great Siege. And the Rammas Echor, a later addition by Steward Denethor, was not even included. Ostoher guessed that it fell to him to update the map. He was going to need a very skilled artist and cartographer.

Ohtar Farion walked in behind and snapped to attention, arm across his breast, having brought the Guardsman who deserved an audience. Guardsman Aderic Androllius. The troublemaker, or one who unfortunately shared a face with one. Ostoher had heard rumourmongering and gossip about how Aderic should not remain in the employ of the Tower Guard, with not a few still thinking him guilty of various transgressions carried out against the City, the Realm, and it’s people. But Ostoher thought otherwise, knowing how central Aderic was to various cases, and more importantly, the knowledge he had about various leading suspects and wanted criminals. It would be foolish to let the man slip off into the shadows of oblivion.

”Guardsman Androllius, Sir.” Farion reported and Ostoher, without looking or turning, just gestured in acknowledgement. Farion turned and removed himself to the perimeter of the room, to await further orders or instructions should his Roquen require him.

Captain. Good morning, sir. It wasn’t, given the crime statistics and felony rates that he just reviewed with his top subordinates. ”Guardsman Androllius.” Ostoher repeated, waving off the pleasantries. ”Your work and reorganization of the Tower Guard files is most impressive. Less Guardsmen congregating outside the file room waiting for their record requests to be fulfilled, slacking and chattering, means more Guardsmen are out on the streets of our fair City, patrolling and keeping the citizens safe.” Ostoher turned, holding the pointer stick at an angle from his body like it was a lance, butt against the side of his boot, the top diagonally shifted away. One can take the Knight out of the Fountain Court…

”I trust you will continue such good work. Well done.” Ostoher nodded his head, though his tone was anything but elated. More…tired. A mental fatigue, that drained at the mood and good humour. He was still…rather agitated, from the reporting and conduct he had just seen out of some of his best and better officers. He had little patience. ”You certainly did not come here to waste my time with bureaucratic chitchat though. You have something serious to report or request?” He cut straight to the point. It certainly better not be complaints against other Guardsmen who might be bullying Androllius for actions carried out by his twin brother. Ostoher was not a school teacher or headmaster, to get between arguing man-children.
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The compliment about his work was a surprise, but a pleasant one. Ric smiled faintly upon hearing the captain's praise. "Thank you, sir." He responded. It certainly wasn't necessary to hear such words, but it did make a person feel better to know their work had not been ignored.

In a moment, the topic shifted toward what he had actually come for. Ric gave a small nod of confirmation. "Yes, sir. There's.. well, I've been looking through the files," He began, before realizing how obvious that was. "I mean, beyond just sorting them," He tried to clarify, then took a small breath to try and start over. He'd spent most of the morning trying to think of the best way to pose his request, but now that he was actually here, he couldn't help worrying that he'd be flat out denied.

Hesitating, he tried to start fresh with his explanation. "So, I've found a lot of.. things," The young guard frowned as he indicated the folders in his arms. "Things, which I believe may all be connected, but.. I'm not certain. And I can't be certain about it without investigating it more officially, which is what I would like to request permission for." He cleared his throat softly. He realized that probably did not sound very convincing, and hastened to try and add further explanation. "I know, it probably sounds.. weak for a case. But, please sir, hear me out?" he asked, pulling one of the folders from his arm. "It's a lot of.. maybes and speculations and uncertainties, I know, but.." He opened the first folder up, borrowing a portion of the desk for a moment. "I've made a lot of notes and copied things from the files, and there are some things which I can't really check for myself, as things currently stand," He explained, a little awkward to bring up his situation.

But this wasn't really about trying to get his restrictions lifted. It was about possibly stopping murders from happening. "So, let me explain?" He indicated a list he had made. "I discovered, in the record room, dozens of complaints filed over the course of the last four years," He began. "Each date listed on there, is when a complaint was filed," He glanced at the map, wondering if those would even be marked on the map. It would seem like such a small, insignificant thing, he would be surprised if it was. "The complainant isn't always the same person, but several of them are repeated. They live in this area," He indicated on the map. "The southwest region of the fourth level, to be exact. All in the same general neighborhood," He clarified. "Ever since the end of the war, it seems that these people occasionally notice odd, and unpleasant smells around the area. Most of the guards who took these complaints, apparently, did not even note down any description of these smells," Ric added with regret, "but I did find one which mentioned the lady giving the complaint had wondered whether one of her neighbors might be burning trash." So far, none of the guards checking into this matter had come up with anything to explain it.

Ric paused and glanced at the captain, wondering if he was still following. "I also noticed a strange pattern, regarding these complaints." He continued. "For the first year, it seems that these complaints were filed almost once a month. After that, it seems to taper off to every few months, so I'm not sure if the complainants simply got tired of filing these, or if there just wasn't anything to report," he frowned. "Whatever the case, even with the gaps in months, it still follows the same pattern, just with a few gaps," He indicated a chart he had made, aligning the complaint dates up with a list of the months. "And then, I realized what else these dates have in common with. They are all occurring around the full moon." He had even managed to get ahold of an old almanac, to check and compare, which he had also brought, in case that was needed.

"Now, I realize that this, alone, doesn't seem like it's worth wasting our time with," He went on. "But then, I went diving further, looking at other things, other reports." He cleared his throat, opening the second file. If he could have shown him all of this at his house, everything would have been displayed neatly and pinned up on the walls, but alas, he had to take it down and bring it all to the captain. "I didn't find much to support my theory in the missing person reports," he regretted to inform the man, "although, I did wonder what might turn up if we had access to such reports from all of the cities within a day or two's ride of here..." Something else he would like to request, if possible, but first he had to convince the captain that there was actually something worth looking into. To that end, he continued to explain why he thought they should be investigating, "But, when I broadened my search to other kinds of reports, I did begin to notice another pattern developing."

He was talking a lot, he knew. He was also sort of talking fast.. and he hoped he was not getting to be annoying, but he still had a couple of other things to lay out. "I came across a few reports, spanning those same years.. reports from Innkeepers complaining about various lodgers who'd come from out of town, and then skip town without paying their bill. Every single one of those," He pointed to the first list, "coincides with a date from this list. It's only a few from the list, and it only happens now and then, and it doesn't account for each date, but.. I think it's significant." he hesitated. "There are also reports about children or teenagers who have run away.. those don't really get followed up on, because it isn't a missing person case. It's a runaway, and since they chose to leave, it's low priority." He frowned. "Some of those.. also coincide with a date from this list," He added, trying to think of what else he'd found.

"Oh, and there used to be frequent reports from us guards, about finding vagrants and homeless people squatting in empty houses." He remembered finding many of those, himself, and he'd always felt bad about having to instruct them to move on. But the guards had their duties, and in some cases they weren't pleasant. But it did seem odd to him, that, "We hardly have any of those anymore." he frowned. "I'm not sure if that's connected or it's just a simple fact that there are fewer homeless people anymore, but.. I can't help wondering if it could be a part of this matter.."

Taking a slow breath, Ric ended his report with the conclusion he had drawn from it all. "If.. if I'm correct in my suspicions, sir, then.. well, to put it simply, I have reason to believe that there may be a murderer loose in this city, who has been killing repeatedly and getting away with it for years." He frowned at the very prospect of that, without quite realizing he had yet to offer anything to indicate that these missing people were actually dead, or what the strange smells had to do with it. "So, what I am requesting, sir, is permission to investigate possible murders, which may.. or may not.. be happening."
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The Guardsman clearly developed some sort of hunch during his reorganization of the file room. Even then, Ostoher’s patience was running thin. There was other work to do, various districts that needed oversight, officers and subordinates that needed tempering. Surely Aderic did not expect the busy Acting-Captain to review all those folders in his arms, right? He wanted permission to investigate further…which would require Aderic doing field work. In the City. While still under suspicious and ill-repute for deeds done by his twin. Ostoher narrowed his one good eye but did not speak or interrupt just yet. Let’s hear what he had to say.

But, please sir, hear me out? Ostoher did not answer. He just continued to stare. If he wasn’t responding in the negative or rebuking the Guardsman, it was clearly leave to continue. Aderic did so and if Ostoher knew what sort of tirade was forthcoming, he might have told the Guardsman to put it in a report and have it on his desk. Instead he found himself listening to an intricate web of speculation, distantly connected dots, and other details. The southwest region of the fourth level. Potential pattern. Smells. Unpaid bills at local taverns. Missing persons reports. Visitors, from abroad. Was it the visitors going missing or were the visitors…the culprits?

And several complaints and missing person reports were linked to this theory. Now that intrigued Ostoher. One investigation, multiple clearances? Several cases, going from unsolved red, to cleared black, would be a tremendous accomplishment he could take to the King and other such superiors. Aderic did have a strong foundation for his theory, the unpaid bills and the missing persons, always coinciding on the full moon. Hard to follow up on, as it was beyond the City’s jurisdiction, and Ostoher’s, as one recent incident showed was a dangerous thing to try and cross. But someone was…kidnapping. Or murdering. That would explain the foul smell. Plenty of abandoned homes for potential criminals to operate out of, unseen, or to use to conduct their foul work.

Aderic concluded his report and Ostoher stayed silent a moment, eyeing the Guardsmen with his one eye, but not really seeing the Guardsman, so to speak. He was mulling and analyzing in his mind. Could it be a coincidence? But there seemed a possible pattern, which made a brief investigation possible. Full moons were trackable. The area of investigation was small, to the southern side of the fourth level. How many homes could there be? How many abandoned ones?

”You…will not be investigating this matter.” Ostoher said at first. We will be investigating this matter.” He indicated instead, with his Ohtar Farion also included, though in an assistant role. ”I think your theory has merit but we will verify, as best we can, before we commit anymore resources. Everything is still in flux with the recent reorganizing of personnel and responsibilities. You, for obvious reasons, cannot be seen as the face of any investigation as of yet. I’m sure you won’t mind that, Guardsman Androllius. You’re not a glory hound, are you, Guardsman Androllius? Seeking accolades and all.” Ostoher grinned softly. Neither was the Acting-Captain, who belonged to a Knightly Order of the highest degree, being a Knight of the Fountain Court and guardian of the White Tree.

But if it turned out to be correct, Ostoher would make sure Aderic got his full honours. To the King’s ear, even.

”When is the next full moon? Soon? A few days?” Ostoher mused, putting his hand on Aderic’s shoulder and turning them to the map of the City still spread on the floor, walking towards the specified region in question. The southwestern edge of the fourth level. Right against the mountain, facing south to the sea. ”I know you have a working list of missing persons and skipped bills but I need you to expand your search. Let’s say the past five, ten years. That should be twelve to thirteen possibilities per year? Have the updated information on my desk at nightfall before you clock out for the day." If all the incidents occur under the full moon, like some strange...ritual. He held out his hand for the lists Aderic had already complied.

Ostoher stepped away and circled to the top of the map, looking down upon the upper levels, standing at the western point, facing eastwards and downwards through the levels. He quickly scanned both lists, noting the crossovers. Enough to…not be coincidences, yes. ”I am going to go speak to some of my friends and old colleagues who handle matters of housing and property here in the City, see if I can’t get us a record of all listings currently vacant and uninhabited in this particular region of the City you indicated. We can begin a sweep of those properties, see if they have been…entered and utilized as any sort of lair or den. In fact, I should assign a detail of Guardsmen to begin a City-wide sweep of all such properties. We do not want any new landowning coming to the City and finding…strange happenings in their new home now do we?” He chuckled. They could use that as cover for their precise investigations of the properties in this region.

And then he looked at Aderic. ”And then on the full moon, you and I will dress as plainclothes undercover and see if we might encounter the link you seek. Either your theory is proven…or it’s not. And we will drop the matter for now. Understood, Guardsman?” They would know right away too if something happened, even if they miss the crime entirely. The smell...
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There was a moment of silence after he'd paused, and Ric realized that he had probably seemed to ramble for a while. In the silence that ensued, he began to feel uncomfortably aware that he was probably about to be told to stop wasting the captain's time, and that none of this provided a valid reason to start up an investigation. And, sure enough, the first thing the captain said was that he would not be investigating it. Ric tried not to look disappointed as he was told this. But the next second, the captain continued, saying that himself and Ohtar Farion would be investigating it. So, the matter would be investigated?

His relief grew a little as the captain declared that his theory had merit. He hadn't expected that response, but it was a true relief that he didn't think he was crazy or something. Ric nodded as the captain explained about how everything was being reorganized and such, and then, Ostoher went on to add that he couldn't have Ric be the face of the investigation. "Of course." He agreed quietly, nodding in understanding. Of course. His face... always his face. Ever since last summer, and especially over the last month, more and more things kept coming up that made him wish he didn't share a face with his brother. But there was really nothing he could do about that, except try not to let it bother him.

"You’re not a glory hound, are you, Guardsman Androllius?"

The question caught him by surprise, but Ric shook his head. "No, sir. Of course not." He assured the captain. And that was quite true, he was not seeking any sort of recognition, he just wanted to be sure that this case would be looked into, and that whoever was responsible for the crimes wouldn't be able to continue their evil works. And if the captain was going to be the one investigating it, then that was probably for the best. "In fact.. actually, I'm a little relieved." He admitted quietly. "I'm really not very good at investigating.. it's best if someone else did that."

When the captain asked about the next full moon, Ric did not have to stop and think, nor did he have to consult any of his notes or reports. He replied immediately, "The tenth, sir. Roughly a week and a half from now." When asked to expand his search, Ric hesitated before adding meekly, "I've.. I've already done that, sir." He indicated the folders in his arms. "At least, as much as I'm able, given my.. limitations. As near as I can tell, this strangeness seems to have begun in the autumn after the end of the war." He explained as he handed them over to Ostoher. Ric had just spent the entire month searching through every record that was in the file room, dating back several decades. So, while the file room now only housed the files within the dates specified by the new captain, there had been files in there, dating from much, much further back. And Ric had personally inspected every file that had been in the room.

Ric listened as the captain said he was going to do a sweep of the city and inspect all of the uninhabited dwellings. That could be useful, for sure. Ric nodded. That seemed encouraging. "Excellent idea, sir. It would certainly be bad if anyone went into a home being utilized for nefarious purposes," He agreed, then hesitated before adding, "What about.. other areas of the city? Places that tend to be overlooked?" He inquired, but before he had a chance to expound upon that comment, the captain informed him that on the full moon, that he and Ric would go undercover. Surprised, Ric blinked. "Me, sir?" He asked, having expected to be told he had to stay in his safehouse and wait for news. But he wasn't about to pass up a chance to actually get out and do something for a change. "I would be glad for the chance, of course," He hastened to add, before the man might change his mind. "Thank you."

And now, the captain wished to drop the matter for now. If his theory was proven incorrect... Ric would always wonder whether he'd imagined everything he believed he'd seen, or what. He hesitated, feeling as if he had not managed to tell Ostoher everything pertinent to the case. But he didn't want to defy the captain, either. He gave a dip of his head in respectful agreement. "Yes, sir, understood." He answered, though he hesitated. "Except, there is one last thing I hoped to request, please." He resisted the urge to fidget. "That is, I would like access to visit the library for further research on this matter.. as well as permission to make a visit to the stable where I board my horse." He explained, hoping that it might be granted. "I can keep my face hidden with my scarf the entire time, as I have done every day coming and going from here." He added hopefully.
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Guardsman Androllius already had the necessary files prepared, going back several years, cross-checked with ledgers at various taverns, and matched to any potential disappearances here in the City. Judging from the hefty folder that Aderic carried, it must have been an extensive and thorough investigation and research. Ostoher found himself feeling validated that he managed to keep the young man on as a Guardsman in the Tower Guard. He might redeem his family name yet. Not to Ostoher of course, who already had faith in Aderic, but to others. His colleagues, the victims of his brother, and most importantly…to his own self.

What about…other areas of the city? Places that tend to be overlooked? ”In due time. We are still facing an acute manpower shortage but that should change. For now, we must work with what we have and our range will be limited. We’ll begin with the area you specified and then work outwards.” With every man and woman utilized, Ostoher himself not excluded. He knew he was an outsider to the Tower Guard, assigned by the King to fill in the leadership void. Ostoher needed to wet his toes too with investigating and all. So when Aderic seemed surprised that he was going to be accompanying Ostoher, the Acting-Captain smirked back at him, perhaps a little too…coy. And devious.

Because you’re going to be my tutor. Look at him, having done so much for a case and situation no one asked for or even perceived at first. A proactive investigator. More and more needed to be like Aderic. But Ostoher didn’t say a thing about it. But for Aderic this was a much more solemn and grave task. He had some other requests though, a desire to expand his limited domains from the offices of the Tower Guard and his abode, to include the library…and the stables. Risky. Dangerous. Even with precautions. ”The stables, sure. Horses do not speak in a way that might betray their riders. A scarf and a hood.” Ostoher allowed but the library he wasn’t sure. ”I cannot say so about the library. That requires checking out material and giving names. If you know what it is you seek and require, someone can go and fetch the materials in your stead. But the process leaves too much risk for discovery, so I cannot allow it at this time.” Maybe thing will change.

There was still other business to attend to this day. ”I still have some matters to attend here but you said…a week and a half? Ten days? Meet with me after seven days then and we will begin our search. We will have to time it just right. If we are spotted too early by any culprit or suspects they might change up their scheme. But we might happen upon them in their set up and catch them, as they say, with their hand in the cookie jar. Make sure to arm yourself too. You’ve done much fighting, lad?” Ostoher inquired critically, sizing Aderic up with his one good eye. ”Not against criminals who prey on civilians and the unharmed. I mean against killers. Orcs and wicked men.”
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In due time. Ric nodded slightly as the captain reminded him of the shortage of manpower. Yes, that was very true. He remembered having to deal with that problem rather often, himself. Back when he believed he was a lieutenant. It could be easy to forget such things, when he was stuck with so little that he could do. But it was a relief that the captain agreed to investigating it. Although they had to wait. He didn't really want to wait, as it made him feel like he wasn't doing enough. But he knew that he had to be patient.

As the captain mentioned starting with the specified area, and working outwards, Ric hesitated, then added, "Or.. downward." he suggested tentatively. "One of the.. commonly overlooked areas I was referring to, is the sewer." He explained, realizing that was not going to be a popular sort of place to search.

Fortunately, he was granted permission to visit the stables, although not the library. Ric let out a silent breath of relief at the former. "Thank you, sir." That would be good. He would wear a scarf and a hood, as he had been everyday while traveling to and from the guard tower. As for the library, he wasn't entirely sure what books he wanted to look into, only the general topic of what he felt needed to be investigated. "I understand, sir, although I was not actually thinking of checking out any books," He explained. "I'm not entirely sure what books I require, you see, so it might be difficult to make such a request to someone else." He frowned slightly. "I could keep to myself while reading books in one of the study rooms they have there... but I will abide by what you say." He definitely would not go against the captain's orders. He wanted to stay in good favor, here.

Then he nodded when asked about the timing. Yes, ten days. He had no idea whether they would find anything, of course, but he felt that it was important to at least check. There was something he didn't understand about the gaps in some months when there were no complaints, but he figured an explanation would come as the investigation progressed. Hopefully.

Arm himself? Ric was a little surprised by that, and hesitated when asked if he had done much fighting. Before he could answer, Captain Ostoher added, specified that he meant against killers such as orcs and wicked men. "I wouldn't say much," He admitted. "I am skilled enough with a sword, and I know a little of hand-to-hand. My friend.. Reilly.. taught me that. But it's been years..." He explained sadly. He swallowed, trying to push down the grief, then continued. "I, um, I was present, here in the city, during the battles at the end of the war, but I was quite young.. about eighteen.. and I was only a new recruit to the city guard, then. I was not involved in any of the heavy fighting. But I did what I could, where I was needed." He wasn't really sure how else to gauge his experience to give an answer to the man. Hopefully, that was good enough.
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Tower Guard Headquarters, Minas Tirith, Gondor
Late January, Fourth Age

The sewer. It would be a difficult confession to make that Ostoher had indeed overlooked the sewers of the City. As ancient and intricate as the surface. The original designers understood the sanitation needs and waste that a Fortress-City would produce and had made significant allowances of space beneath the seven levels. But in recent years, with the needs and demands of the war on the eastern and southern fronts, the sewers had long been neglected. Not often serviced or maintained on account of the self-sufficiency designed into it by the city's original founders, it was not often visited for upkeep or maintenance. That would allow a criminal element to make use of it for their nefarious means. Damnit.

Ostoher however still shook his head to the prospect of Aderic making a presence at the library. ”It is still too soon and too early for you to be out like that. Librarians are too...aware, especially of things occurring beneath their roof. It has the potential to draw out too much attention. I must refuse this request. For the time being.” Ostoher had to say. But it won't be forever.

One task at a time, starting with this investigation, perhaps in which Aderic could begin repairing his name with a strong case and clean resolution, if such a rarity could be granted to them. Then perhaps he could earn the right to move about the City more freely. Even without handlers. Ten days. Then there was other matter. Aderic did not think himself too capable of a fighter. He had been in the garrison during the Great Siege, but in a district that had not seen fighting. Not even out on the Pelennor? Most of the City's garrison had been emptied to join forces with the arriving Rohirrim and fight together on the field. That had been glorious. Ostoher had missed that. And instead been privy to another battle. The old Steward's madness.

”Don't feel bad. I was still guarding the White Tree, throughout that night and following day. I would have been among the last fighting should the City have fallen. And no one would have remembered my deeds. Never mind.” Ostoher waved his hand. ”I don't not need you to be a champion of arms. Remember it is murderers we seek. These are the worst of the worst, who seek harmless victims to prey upon. They have no skill or courage against a readied opponent. An armed foe, even the least trained, should be enough to give them pause and hesitancy. Why, even young Farion over there could hold his own.” He pointed to his Squire by the door, who looked up surprised at his name, having no inkling what they were discussing. Oh yes, he would be accompanying them as well on this task.

”So, with that being said, maybe in the following days take care to relearn your sword training. I will speak to those involved with the vacant housing of the City and get us a list of properties. When the time comes, we will go out, in disguise, and investigate your findings, proving them true...or otherwise.” Ostoher concluded, hands behind his back, walking a few steps away from Aderic around the City map, then turning back. ”Anything else, Guardsman?”
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Tower Guard Headquarters, meeting auditorium
Late January, Fourth Age

Still no, on the library. Ric dipped his head in acknowledgement and accepted the captain's response. At least he had permission to visit the stables. That was some progress, at least. He was glad to be able to check on Winyara, and also to make sure that her boarding was still secure, in case Ric's current situation went on longer than he hoped.

He wasn't quite sure what the captain may have thought about his response about the war, but it was really not something that Ric liked to remember, or to bring up. And he was not really the sort of person to brag or boast, or he might have also mentioned his part in the recent fighting, at the Ansellidus castle. Or how, while locked in his room all those months, he had done what he could to practice his skills.

As the captain reminded him that it would be murderers, he inwardly disagreed with the idea that they had no skill or courage. His own brother was his prime suspect in these (possible) murders he had brought up to the captain. And he was more skilled at fighting than Ric. He cast a glance toward Farion and offered a faint smile to acknowledge the young man, before turning back to the captain as he suggested he 'relearn his sword training'. He hesitated, debating asking where he was supposed to do this training. But he decided that he'd just figure it out somehow. At least he didn't have to actually relearn it. It was more a case of brushing up in the things he hadn't been able to practice over the past few months.

"Yes, sir." He agreed, upon hearing the summary of the plan. Disguise, he assumed, meant 'not in uniform'. Though he supposed he would have ten days in which to find out any further details, and so when the captain asked if there was anything else, he shook his head. "No, sir. That's all." He answered quietly, standing a little straighter as he waited to be dismissed. He was a bit anxious about what they would find, or not find. Because, if the captain really meant what he said, then... if they didn't find anything then, the whole thing might be dropped, and he'd probably be ridiculed for dragging the captain down into the sewer for nothing, and.. he didn't really want to think about all the repercussions that might follow, if this search proved to be in vain. He realized there was a lot hinging upon this, so he just.. really hoped that he wasn't wrong.
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Guard Headquarters - January 3rd

A message was delivered to Guard Headquarters, with the Ranger delivering it under instruction only to hand it over to either Captain Ostoher or Ohtar Farion. This was Lieutenant Arnyn Dealedwen's second message to arrive within a 7-day span.


To Captain Ostoher
Concerning the investigations and efforts surrounding Ademar Androllius and Lt. Feirion


Given that Captain Alarion and I are still firmly committed to serve King and Country, by investing in the cooperation between the Tower Guard of Minas Tirith and the Rangers of Gondor, we would like to communicate to you two matters which have been brought to my attention.

As you are aware from the reports concerning the abduction of Erynneth Raedor on the Pelennor last fall, Miss Raedor discovered what she believed to be one of Ranger Ryndir Dringolben's daggers. She claimed to have found the weapon in a hiding place within the ruins of the former Androllius abode on the Pelennor. Her abductor reclaimed this weapon from her during their altercation.

Yesterday, Miss Raedor recognized that same dagger in a pawn shop in the Marketplace. (The address and name of the shop is included in a separate note within this envelope.) She also recognized a ring, which I do not recall her mentioning before, but which she now claims was also an item she saw in the ruins of the abode located at the Pelennor.

The pawn shop owner is said to have told her that a young man by the name of Lieutenant Feirion sold both items to him, the same day Miss Raedor was abducted.

Miss Raedor promptly acquired the assistance of her father's friend, Macardil, to purchase both the ring and the dagger from this shop. Macardil recognized the ring as the Veranis household signet ring.

My trainee, Trastion Leithor, was present both when Miss Raedor first saw the items at the shop as well as when they returned, with Macardil, to view and purchase the items.

Erynneth Raedor returned Ryndir Dringolben's dagger to Cali Dringolben, the ranger smith and Ryndir's last living sibling.
Macardil returned the Veranis signet ring to Halberion Veranis, currently residing in the Houses of Healing, as you are well aware, considering the events which took place there two days ago.

I learned of this through Ranger Trainee Leithor early this morning, and have meanwhile confirmed the return of the ring to Halberion Veranis with Macardil, and the return of the dagger to Cali Dringolben with the smith herself, before sending you this message.

It stands to reason that both the Veranis signet ring and the Dringolben dagger were taken from murder victims Reilly Veranis and Ryndir Dringolben, respectively, by the one responsible for their deaths. This is further circumstantial evidence which points into the direction of Ademar Androllius. And may also indicate a pattern in Ademar's behaviour as to collecting items from his victims.

Since the pawn shop owner claims that a man, 'Lieutenant Feirion', sold the items to him, but that the man was young - which does not correspond exactly with Lieutenant Feirion's reality, as I have been given to understand - it also stands to reason that Lt. Feirion has once more been used by Ademar Androllius as a scapegoat in this endeavour.

In case the Guard is in need of clarification, I should mention that both Captain Alarion and I are leaving on a ranger training exercise at dawn tomorrow. Trainee Leithor, however, is not joining this particular exercise and will thus be available should you require it. Of course Trainee Leithor is not aware of the broader scope of our investigations, but he will be able to answer any questions you have regarding the scenes at the pawn shop and the return of the dagger to Miss Dringolben, at which he was all present.

Finally, I would like to add the suggestion that, if at all acceptable to Guard proceedings, Halberion Veranis and Cali Dringolben may be allowed to keep these items in their personal possession, given the likely very high personal value and meaning these items have to them. Perhaps it would be possible for the Guard to personally verify the presence and appearance of these items and to add a detailed description of them to the affected case files. I have gathered that Guard Thorledhos Darthor, for example, is very accomplished at detailed reports. Despite this suggestion, I of course defer to your judgment on the best path forward, given the items are closely involved in Tower Guard cases.


Sincerely,
Ranger Lieutenant Arnyn Dealedwen
Arnyn ~ Honor & Valor
Kaylin ~ Joy & Strength

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