Visiting the Watch ((RP))

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

Relar discreetly made his way through Stormwind, his steps leading him straight to the Cathedral square. After a quick but somewhat painful cat and mouse game with Officer Jaxon, the rogue finally reached the City Hall building. He made himself comfortable outside the building and started watching the various patrols and the movement of the guards. He would only get one shot at this and he needed to be sure he had enough time to follow through.

This was a paid job afterall.

Ok so if the rogue were really honest with himself, the payment had nothing to do with it. Recent events and his own interactions with the Watch were more than enough motivation. Still. He would do things right.

After observing for a good hour, he felt confident enough that he would have enough time to go through with his plan. He waited until the guards were moving away before pulling out a can of spray paint and writing in big bold red letters on the outside of the building:

The Watch s*cks Giant Dragon censored

(( obviously, he would not censor. Forums won’t let me be that naughty ))

For good measure, he also sketched a horrible looking dragon head. Satisfied this would do for now, he took the can and tossed it inside the building before firing a single shot at it, making the whole thing explode and splatter the remaining paint everywhere. In the ensuing commotion he slammed a small dagger into the door, pinning a single note to it before racing away full speed towards the lake.

Job very well done if he did say so himself.

The note reads:
It’s all fun and games until someone loses their life.
Better hope I don’t run out of games.
I made a promise to stay away for a week; I gave you two.
I will be staying in town for a while longer.
Hope you’ll stay in town to play too.

Mr. Mask

[Thelaera-sisters-of-elune]

Thelaera walked in silence towards the Cathedral. She carried a large duffel stuffed with medical supplies for the refugees inside and wished to deliver it before returning to duty. Her tendrils twitched briefly as a hoof hit the first stair. There was a disturbance. She looked around, finally spotting the new addition to the Watch office.

Her mouth quirked briefly as she read the message. She grinned as she read it again. And the rather overly large Draenei vindicator began laughing her tail off at the third time. It would take some minutes of her sitting on the steps and laughing before finally regaining control. When she finally got inside the Cathedral, tears of laughter were streaming down her face and she wore the largest grin anyone there had seen on her in weeks.

[Assimi-cenarion-circle]

Assimi leaned back in her chair, pulling her spectacles off to squeeze the bridge of her nose. She glared at the pile of paperwork in front of her on the table, before she reached for her cup of coffee, only to find it empty. She muttered under her breath, before she shoved away from the table to make her way to the coffee machine.

She paused once she was there, her head cocked with a frown as she listened. After a moment, she shook her head and started to refill her cup, humming quietly. She started to take a sip, and jumped at the sound of a metallic object hitting the floor, turning to stare at it. “What the-” The rest of the sentence is cut off as the can explodes from the shot, sending red paint all over her, the walls, the floor, and most importantly; the paperwork.

She stared for a moment, before, in a voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire Cathedral district,

“I WAS ALMOST DONE WITH THAT YOU SON OF A GRONN!”

[Orwyn-cenarion-circle]

The day after the incident found Commander Orwyn and several of his officers standing outside the building watching a crew of workers and recalcitrant recruits cleaning up the paint.

"Well, at least it’s giving the recruits something to clean other than the courtyard. It was getting to be too clean to be much of a challenge,” Orwyn observed with a dry smile. “Have you all read the letter the suspect left for us?” He handed the note to Lieutenant Symmber Riversong, who read it and passed it around the group of officers.

Corporal Qumie Sprocketgrime furrowed her brow while reading the painted message. “Is that ‘Giant’ modifier really necessary? Seems a bit redundant.”

Orwyn replied, “I suppose it’s to increase the level of the insult? The whole thing is a bit ridiculous.”

Officer Ernie scratched his beard, deep in thought. He observed quietly, “they don’t even get points for creativity. This is just obscene.”

Orwyn frowned. "What’s more creative, and dangerous, was firing a shot into the building itself. The exterior is just vandalism. The gunshot is serious. Someone inside could have been badly hurt. Officer Blackthorne was actually in the room at the time and she was covered in paint when the spray can exploded. Fortunately, it wasn’t anything a long bath couldn’t fix.”

Qumie gasped, “Did the coffee machine survive??”

Orwyn nodded. The other officers (except for the generally impassive Lieutenant) looked visibly relieved.

Orwyn continued, "The biggest casualty was several piles of reports that Officer Blackthorne was just finishing. They’ll have to be redone. So altogether she’s probably more incensed than anyone about the attack.”

Officer Adirone Cragsmith asked, “so Sir, who are the normal suspects?"

Orwyn replied, “we only have one suspect, thanks to the note he left. It’s a male blood elf whom I met in Booty Bay two weeks ago. The same blood elf who has repeatedly entered the Blue Recluse, only to be discovered and removed from the city each time. He told me his name is Alan Mask, but that’s undoubtedly an assumed name.”

“Now, we all know that this kind of incident can’t go unresolved.” The others nodded and murmured their agreement." It’s bad on multiple levels that a member of the Horde can repeatedly enter the city and threaten its citizens and its guard force. The note certainly seems to indicate that worse violence is possible from him. We’re going to find this criminal and stop him for good.”

Qumie asked, “are we going to increase patrols around the city?”

Orwyn nodded. “Particularly around the Recluse. In and around that location is likely going to be our best bet to find him. We’ll see how he likes not being to enter his favorite bar. The second thing we’re going to do is determine how he keeps getting into the city."

Ernie spoke up, “I mean no disrespect, sir, but that’s not extremely difficult for someone with the right set of skills”

Orwyn agreed, “that’s why we’re going to work harder on identifying and closing those loopholes.”

Qumie added, “I can at the very least review the patrols on the ground to make sure we don’t have any huge holes. Get stricter schedules going as well…”

Orwyn nodded. “I know everyone in the Watch will do their best. The citizens need to see their institutions managing to maintain stability even with the pressure of the war.” He smiled at his officers. “Well, everyone. Let’s get to work!”

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

(( I love you guys! Thanks for playing along with his antics, it’s been so much fun ))

The rogue woke up warm and comfortable, stretched out on a rather large and plush bed and loving the feel of a warm body pressed against his. With a naughty little grin he woke her up and enjoyed her company one last time before dismissing her and heading for the showers.

As he washed off, his thoughts drifted back to the night before and just how eventful it had been. He had been able to enjoy the fresh air of Stormwind and make some rather notable discoveries. Disturbing ones to be fair, but so far the Old Gods and their worshipers had not directly affected him so he was not planning on directly interfering. But the situation would come to a head soon and get rather nasty.

The evening had then drifted off to the Blue Recluse, his usual haunt now. He had gotten to make new friends once more and the alcohol had flowed freely until the Watch finally found him. He recalled seeing the Pandaren that spotted him and promptly sneaking outside. He remembered watching the entrance of the Recluse and seeing a rogue enter it. At that point, he knew better than to stick around and had headed back to his little alcove overlooking the port.

But the Watch did not give up that easily and he was forced to keep moving further away from the city as the rogue followed him. Had it not been for Wit’s intervention he likely would have turned around and headed back to the Recluse right then and there… but the Death Knight had not hesitated to draw his blade and attack and Alan did not linger long. He was not that suicidal after all. As he flew off over the ocean, Alan looked back at Stormwind and promised to return very soon.

And because Alan really was just a bastard deep down, he did return later that night. And eventually found his way to this brothel tucked away in a corner of the city. A hefty coin purse was enough to convince the staff to not notice his skin was pink and not blue, and he had bought himself a room and company for the night.

Now refreshed and cleaned, Alan got dressed and went back to the main lobby of the brothel, grateful for the natural need for discretion inherent to these kind of places. He was quick to settle his bill and then dropped a generous amount of gold coins on the desk as he told the receptionist. “Here’s a bonus for you if you follow my instructions exactly. Take a messenger and go to the City Hall and give my bill for the night to Orwyn or any officer present from the Stormwind Watch.” He had given them his name of Alan Mask and had not hesitated to spend a little extra. “If you’re lucky, they’ll pay you for me as well and you’ll get twice the coin.” He snickered at the thought before grabbing the distinctively purple hearthstone that returned him to Dalaran. He showed it clearly to the receptionist before adding, “Just make sure to tell them that you saw me vanish and thus leave Stormwind. I assure you I will not return to this lovely establishment. I will not cause you more trouble and thank you for an excellent night.”

With a bow and flourish typical for his kind, the blood elf activated the stone and returned to Dalaran.

He needed to stock up on a lot more potions after all.

[Orwyn-cenarion-circle]

Everyone at the brothel was smart enough to realize that presenting a bill to the Watch for their services would result in a lot of questions no one there wanted to answer.

Except one person. Who did it.

Early the next morning on the street outside the brothel, the rising sun’s rays caught the metal on Lieutenant Marshall Wycliffe’s clipboard. He winced and looked away from it, focusing on the last brothel occupant to be loaded into the prison wagon. Corporal Chambliss Acton, standing by the wagon, noticed his gaze and ran over waving cheerfully.

“Hey L.T. That’s the last of ‘em! We got six people with warrants total. Half of ‘em staff, includin’ the manager. Then we got like a dozen code enforcement violations on the property. Pretty sweet!”

Wycliff smiled. “I guess it was worth it getting up in the middle of the night then. Sure took them all by surprise.”

Chambliss did a fist pump in response. “Yeah! The manager’s pretty freaked out. He’d give up his own mother ta save himself right now! ‘Course that’d be seriously wrong unless she was a criminal. Not that we’d arrest her anyway if she wasn’t. So it’d be kinda a waste of everyone’s time, ya know?”

“Uh, you bet Corporal,” responded Wycliffe. Chambliss grinned widely in response. Wycliff gave him an indulgent nod and looked back at the report he’d been working on. “So Mr. Mask likes the ladies. And seems to have quite a bit of gold to throw around.”

“Yeah, sure does. The tech lab’s gonna see if there’s anythin’ on the coins ta trace ‘em back anywhere. They looked like goblin coins ta me,” Chambliss said.

“Makes sense. No one around here would take any Horde coins if they wanted to spend them before the war was over. Maybe he has a bank account down in Booty Bay.” Wycliffe paused as the prison wagon rumbled off down the road. “Hey, where’s Corporal Sprocketgrind?”

“Uh, I think she’s still inside L.T.,” Chambliss answered. “We got some guys checkin’ round ta see if he dropped anythin’ interesting. He had a room ta himself and his, uh…ya know, all night.”

Wycliffe nodded and called into his communicator, “Sprocketgrind, come out here so we can talk.”

After a moment, Qumie Sprocketgrind came running out. Saluting, she said, “What’s up sir?”

Wycliffe answered, “ok, so now that we know more about Mr. Mask, here’s what we’re going to do. I want you to assign officers to visit every brothel, bar, gambling den, fight pit, and borderline illegal entertainment venue in the city. Everyone gets the opportunity to make a conscientious decision to help their country. Those who choose wisely and report his presence immediately get some nice reward money. Everyone who chooses poorly gets a visit like this place did. I’m sure that’ll help clarify the issue in everyone’s mind. I want this city turned into a no fun zone for Mr. Mask.”

“On it sir!” answered Sprocketgrind enthusiastically.

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

(( well played sir, very well played. ))

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

The elf was in a foul mood, the excess magic in his body from sitting around a moonwell too long manifesting in his sudden eagerness to spill blood. His earlier run into Wit did not help either and he knew he would have a nasty bruise from where the death knight’s blade had slammed into his side.

He debated returning to Stormwind but his earlier little trip had not proven very productive. The first part had gone rather well mind you. He got to visit the new memorial to the late King and some other interesting shops in town. But then he spotted a woman sitting alone and couldn’t help but say hi. Turns out this priestess regarded him coldly and had not been very pleased to hear Alan was taking matters into his own hands when it involved Brother Crowley, She had already been on the verge of calling the guards on him before his timely escape.

So where was the rogue to go now?

A wicked smirk curved his lips as he knew the answer. In no time he returned to Zuldazar and found Sergeant Wilson. After accepting a generous incentive, the rogue headed into the battlegrounds as a mercenary, fighting alongside the Alliance this time.

And as with everything he did, he made sure battle records made their way back to the Watch.

Because what could possibly go wrong?

(( gotta love merc mode! I’m sure this won’t somehow backfire spectacularly on him. And yes, every time he goes into Stormwind, one of the first things he does is kill Brother Crowley. ))

[Jahana-cenarion-circle]

It had started out as a normal workday, Jahana Shadowsong checked in to the barracks and was told to meet with the Commander for a mission. “Good! It’s about time I got sent out into the field.”

The Commander looked up from a stack of paperwork on his desk and motioned for her to sit. “I have a mission for you. A bit out of the ordinary. There are rumors one of ours is spending an inordinate time in Stormwind. I want you to find out who it is and follow him and see what he is up to. If you do not know him, I suggest you offer him some aid. Perhaps make friends with him and gain his confidence. If he is up to no good, report back before making any moves against him. The Dark Lady wants to know who is working with the Alliance, and who is loyal to the Horde.”

The Commander handed over a report from those who spent their time scouting in Elwynn Forest for potential weaknesses in the Alliance. As Jahana read it over she frowned. “He has been seen going in and out of Stormwind for the past two weeks? And you have no one assigned for any undercover missions there?”

“That is correct. If he is on some kind of mission, it is not coming out of this office.” Commander shrugged. “That does not mean someone else might have sent him there.”

“Alright, I will see what I can find out.” Jahana stood and saluted. As she headed out the door, she could not shake a foreboding feeling. There was so much going on right now. With Saurfang and now with Baine. The Dark Lady was up to something, but there were whispers of discontent everywhere.

That evening, she spent time in flight to Gromgol and then flew her dark phoenix to the bluffs overlooking Stormwind. Using the cover of darkness, she took her time making her way to the rooftops of the buildings in the Mage Quarter. It was here that the other scouts had seen him. Patiently she waited.

But he was not to be seen anywhere. Disgusted with her lack of success, Jahana decided to take a hunch and go to Pandaria. A rumor had it a group of mixed Horde and Alliance were meeting regularly in various places. They seemed an innocuous group, but it was the only lead she had.

Dawn’s Blossom proved to be the place, and she met quite a few others sitting in the Drunken Hozen. They seemed very friendly and invited her to join them. As she sat and sipped her brandy she chatted with a pair of warlocks. Though they did not seem to be more than casual friends. Conversation was varied and interesting, and Jahana was pleased when she heard a reference to Stormwind.

Acting on impulse, she seemed intrigued that more than one of the Horde seemed familiar with Stormwind. Were the guards there getting lax? Did they think they were safe from the Dark Lady? After asking a few questions about how they got into Stormwind without ending up in the Stockade, she learned there were a few who knew secret ways in.

Her patience paid off and she was rewarded with not only a name, Alan Mask, but a personal invitation to see the Alliance city that very night! She agreed to meet him in Ratchet and from there followed him on her flying steed. He showed her an unprotected wall and a balcony overlooking the Mage Quarter where it was possible to stealth into the city, as long as you were careful to avoid the guards.

What happened next was both unnerving and unusual. They were caught by a random patrol before they could get to his target, the Blue Recluse. Instead of shooting both of them on sight, however, they demanded Alan Mask come with them. Jahana was surprised they allowed her to leave. She tried to reassure him she would be back, but he waved her off, and told her to go.

Calling her flyer, she circled above and observed the goings on for some time. She was confused at how they seemed to treat him as more of an unruly drunk than a hated enemy. Jahana was convinced he was some kind of double agent now, and wondered how long it would be before he was released with some lame excuse. Flying back to her contact in Booty Bay, she spent the night composing her report and summary to the Commander. By morning she was not sure. Alan Mask was either a traitor or a crazy elf who thought the Alliance were his friends. He seemed sincere when he talked of those in the tavern as his drinking buddies. Could it be true? What would the Commander think?

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

(( well this was fun! Make sure to read all of Jahana’s edited post above to see the other side of the coin ))

The rogue stared at the ceiling of his latest accommodations in Stormwind, greatly regretting it was not another brothel and there was no comfortable bed or sexy lady with him. Then again, why would he expect any comforts out of the Stockades.

Having nothing to do and no one to talk to gave the rogue plenty of time to think back on all the events that lead him here. That first visit to Stormwind on a whim and finding Renzly hiding away. Returning to town again not only with the desire to help her, but also to see the others once more.

And knowing for a fact that every time he had returned to Stormwind, he was here to meet the others. By fel… he had made friends.

Maybe that’s why when he had heard Jahana asking about Stormwind more than once he had felt on edge. He had already spent the better part of the lounge watching from the shadows and he did not like some of the conversations he was hearing. He did not like seeing how things were playing out. He did not like knowing his task now would be far more dangerous than simply sneaking into Stormwind to share drinks.

He did not like knowing his time of having fun in the human city had to come to an end.

So when Jahana asked yet again how to get into Stormwind and Lellith mentioned he knew how by name… He had to introduce himself. And when his mood soured even more and the warlock finally left, he decided that it was time to end this game. He invited Jahana to join him and took her to Stormwind.

He was mildly disappoint to see the guards were even more lax tonight and none challenged them. This time entering Stormwind was so simple he truly felt like an old friend come calling. But he knew the Watch would eventually find him. All he had to do was wait. If not here, then he simply had to go to the Recluse. He was loathe to do that though, not wanting to go any deeper into the city with this person he knew nothing of.

Thankfully, the Watch was far more intent on catching him than he realized and soon enough, three guards appeared before them. And without a care in the world, he accepted to be brought to the Stockades to talk to Orwyn, if Jahana was let to go free.

He felt confident that either the guards would kill her on her way out, or she would eventually return to the city to find him. And now the Watch was very aware of her presence, and one of the major ways into the city. He knew returning would not be so easy for her anymore.

His disappointment at not seeing Orwyn when they reached the Stockade had needled him. He had come in good faith, and the man was not here. Oh he had a very valid reason, but he still felt cheated. When the Watch started getting more nervous and trying to catch him… he ran. And thus began a long game of cat and mouse through the city with the Watch. And yet… and yet… he did not leave.

Deep down the rogue knew if he wanted this to end cleanly, he had to let them catch him. It would do everyone a favor if he was just locked up for a while, unable to intervene. Unable to step between people. Let them sort things out without him.

And so when the Watch finally caught up to him, he did not run away as fast as he should have. He did not stone out. He didn’t even stay hidden. He made the foolish attempt to fly away and was shot down and captured.

Hours later, here he was. In a small cell in the Stockade. He spoke truly to them during his interrogation, having very little to hide. And as he watched them all try to understand him he realized for the first time that all he had to do was embrace the void and none of this would have been necessary.

And the thought of how thin the boundaries between Horde and Alliance really were scared him.

If anyone asked him if he was a member of the Horde or the Alliance, he would have to say neither.

He was just a man who liked to drink and make friends.

He never should have come to Stormwind in the first place.

Friends made things complicated. He hadn’t needed one in the past 200 years.

So why make so many now?

Alan Mask sighed heavily and tried to make himself comfortable on the small cot. He knew the next few days would be rough on him. Too much time to think. He had a big decision to make after all.

(( Alan is now relaxing in the Stockades. He was told he is allowed to have visitors so anyone wanting to chat with him is free to do so. Just poke me on the Discord and I’ll log him on. ))

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

“Day 1 in captivity,” The rogue spoke out monotonously, having no paper or pen to write out his journal entries. “For a jail the accommodations are surprisingly adequate. My chamber pot was finally brought and I’ve had no had to worry about too much of a stench when people visit. Food is alas sub par but I won’t starve to death. Would kill for a delivery from Booty Bay though.” He pauses, looks over at his ever present guard and mirth dances in his eyes, “I wouldn’t actually kill. It’s just an expression.” He chuckles before continuing to dictate his journal entry, “It is rather boring though. I can only do training exercises so many times a day. And there are no ladies present to admire my fit and gorgeous body.” He glances to the guard again and seems rather please to see him roll his eyes. “Next time I see someone from the Watch I’ll ask for a deck of cards.” There’s laughter and good humor in his tone, as though this was just a vacation and not an incarceration, “Hoping for more fun soon. Sanity level at 100%. End journal entry.”

Satisfied for now, he simply decided it was time to go back to sleep.

[Orwyn-cenarion-circle]

Report taken by: Lieutenant Maris Sedgegrave
Submitted to Lt. Commander Orwyn

Date: 4/6

Time: 11pm

Location: Stormwind

Persons involved:

Blood Elf Alan Mask (assumed name); Blood Elf Jahana (possible name) Lieutenant M. Sedgegrave, Corporal Q. Sprocketgrind, Officer Ernie, Officer A. Halconis, Officer Aerwynd, Officer M. Ajana, Medic Dharacy

Describe the incident:

At approximately 9pm on 4/6, Mr. Witheeis Farlornsilt notified the Watch office via communicator that the wanted male blood elf answering to the assumed name of Alan Mask was planning to return to Stormwind. Mr. Farlornsilt said he overheard this plan while at the cross-faction social gathering in Pandaria commonly known as “Lounge Night.” Upon receiving this communication, all Watch officers in Stormwind were put on alert. Officers Aerwynd and Halconis were immediately dispatched to the Mage District due to Mask’s previous history of appearing there once in the city.

Officers Aerwynd and Halconis searched the Recluse to no effect. They then proceeded directly to the landing in the Mage District overlooking Stormwind Harbor. This landing had previously been traversed by Mask while exiting the city during the incident on 4/3 when he entered the city and officers attempted to capture him. Upon reaching that location, Officers Aerwynd and Halconis found Mask and a second blood elf, a female. Officers Aerwynd and Halconis immediately directed Mask to disarm himself and surrender. He ignored the commands. He continued to engage the female blood elf in conversation, referring to her as “Jahana.” He advised her to leave immediately to prevent her capture. Officers Aerwynd and Halconis also directed her to immediately leave the city. She complied and left the city. At this point Corporal Sprocketgrind and Officer Ernie arrived on scene.

The officers present continued to order Mask to disarm himself and surrender. Mask refused and stated that he wished to talk with Lieutenant Commander Orwyn. Corporal Sprocketgrind communicated with the Commander, who stated that he would only talk with Mask once he was in the Stockade. This precondition was communicated to Mask. Mask seemingly did not, or chose not to understand that imprisonment was implied, and instead told the officers to follow him to the Stockade, and then disappeared from view due to the exercise of a magic ability. However, Officer Aerwynd proved able to track Mask while he was invisible. The officers and Mask traveled directly on foot to the Stockade and entered its ground floor level.

Once at the Stockade, the group was joined by Officer Ajana and Medic Dharacy. The officers on scene renewed their attempts to talk Mask into surrendering. He continued to refuse, and continued to demand to see the Commander. After approximately ten minutes, Officers Aerwynd and Halconis used non-lethal magical spells in an attempt to freeze Mask in place. However, the spells proved ineffective. Later investigation determined that the failure was most likely due to the latent effects of the wards preventing magic use in the underground cells. Mask again vanished and fled the Stockade. The officers gave chase on foot. Officer Aerwynd was able to track Mask intermittently to the sea at the base of the landing previously visited in the Mage District. Mask attempted to escape via wyvern (similar to his last escape). However, non-lethal immobilization spells were again used against him and this time proved effective. Mask and wyvern landed in the shallows. Mask was disarmed, searched, and taken into custody. Two long blades were taken from his person and later stored in the Watch evidence room.

Once imprisoned in the Stockade, he refused to explain his actions to anyone except Lieutenant Commander Orwyn. The Commander was unavailable however, due to the birth of his second child that evening. Instead, Lieutenant Sedgegrave was summoned to the Stockade. Mask agreed to speak with the Lieutenant. Mask stated that his presence in Stormwind this evening was due to concern over the great interest the second blood elf Jahana had taken in also entering the city. Mask stated that he thought this suspicious and also did not want to “share his city” with another intruder. He stated he wanted us to capture Jahana, which is why he brought her to the city. He expressed remorse for his previous actions, which he identified as the vandalization of the Watch office with paint, firing a bullet into a spray can thrown into the Watch office, thus causing the can’s explosion, and the injury to Corporal Sprocketgrind during his escape from the city on 4/3. He stated that he had made friends in the city and now wanted to provide information that would help the military fight against the Horde. He stated that he desired to defect from the Horde, and that desire was why he allowed himself to be captured. While making these statements, he continued to ask for the Commander until he learned the reason why the Commander was unavailable. Upon hearing the reason, he proclaimed that he would be content to wait for a few days until the Commander had dealt with his home situation. I advised him that his contradicting and vague statements were not enough to induce the Commander to visit him, but Mask declined to provide additional information at that time. He did however request paper and a pen in order to draw a map of the city complete with weak points in its security that allowed him to enter and exit. After discussion, this was understood by Mask and the officers to be a show of good faith on his part with regards to assisting the Alliance.

Physical Evidence Collected: N/A

Crime Scene Investigator Addendum: N/A

Witness Statements: Supporting addendums from Corporal Sprocketgrind and Officer Aerwynd attached.

Further investigation required? Y

Further questioning of Mask is required to better evaluate what useful information he has. Secondarily, more information is needed with regards to the second blood elf, Jahana.

Recommendations?

Continue questioning of Mask. Evaluate validity of statements and cross-reference with known information from other sources. Question W. Farlornsilt and E. Hornetstaff (see updated personnel file dated 4/7) about relationships with Mask and other blood elf contacts. Identify other attendees at Lounge Night on 4/6 and question them to verify statements from Mask about events prior to his entry into Stormwind on 4/6. Question any and all visitors Mask receives while in the Stockade. Direct inquiries toward second blood elf Jahana. Possible activation of high-priority assets reserved until more information is known.

Respectfully submitted,

Lt. Marius Sedgegrave

[Thelaera-sisters-of-elune]

Guard duty was never an exciting prospect. But the guard at Alan’s cell didn’t mind. Boring meant survivable. So the day past, periodically checking to make sure the prisoner within hadn’t escaped through some kind of sorcery. Nearing the end of his shift, though, he heard a sound. Hooves, certainly. Heavy, definitely, by the sound. A frown crossed his face before the source turned the corner.

Revealing the biggest, Light-damned draenei he’d ever seen. She was wearing the armor issued to members of the Army of the Light and from what he could see, carrying a war maul bigger than he was. The guard blinked, once, seeing the burns covering her left cheek and going down under the armor. Gold eyes locked on the guard and the draenei…smiled.

“I’m here to visit Alan.”

Only the hint of an accent. No way to tell if it was natural or an act of will. “I’ll need your name and to inspect any goods you’re bringing the prisoner.”

“Vindicator Thelaera.” Thel rolled her eyes. “They did all this at the front desk.”

“Sorry ma’am. Procedure.” The guard shrugged and held a hand out.

Thel handed over the bag and folder her arms, armor plating scraping together as her tail twitched irritably. The guard looked within the bag and found a pair of wrapped sandwiches- BLTs, upon inspection. A smaller bag and a thermos also rested inside. The smaller bag contained chunks and strips of jerky. And after a quick smell check, the thermos contained piping hot tea.

He handed the bag back to Thel. “Everything seems to be in order here, ma’am. I’ll need to-”

Thel held her hand up. “Report this to Watch command. Yeah, yeah. I get it. Anything else you need from me, or can I talk to the prisoner before I head to open up the clinic in Ironforge?”

Deciding merely to include reports of the visitor being confrontational in the paperwork, the guard shook his head. “Go on ahead.”

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

Alan had just finished his round of exercise and was glaring at his shirt laid out on his small cot. The lack of showers and a change of clothes was starting to become apparent as he debated wearing the increasingly dirty shirt now or waiting until his sweat dried up. He sighed, “So there are disadvantages to being in jail huh…”

He sat down on the cot and leaned back against the cold wall before droning out his latest journal entry.

“Day 2 in captivity. I have had a few visits already which has been wonderful to break up the monotony of this place. I’m starting to catch up on my sleep so without my friends stopping by to chat, I would definitely be starting to get bored.” He reached for the small stash he was keeping tucked away and retrieved the second blt Thel had brought him before starting to munch on it. “I reaffirm my utmost devotion to Thel and Cup. I would never survive this terrible ordeal without this food.” Once more he mourned the fact he would miss Tavern tonight, arguably one of his favorite days of the week. He thought back on his other visitors as well, Wit and Lucy. But also Cerdiwynn. He did feel bad for the huntress, she seemed genuinely sad to see him locked up. Unlike Wit who seemed gleeful to see him behind bars.

Why did he call the man a friend again? His brow furrowed as memories of a very distinct conversation he had with Wit came to mind before he continued with his ‘journal’ entry. “So far no word from the Watch. I did not expect to hear from Orwyn yet, but it would have been nice to hear something from the others. Based on outside events, I’m adjusting my timetable. I want to be out of here before next Tavern night. Hoping to do this the easy way.”

He paused and looked around the cell before spotting his ever present guard and giving him a little wave. “Sorry you’re stuck here. Hope you get off soon and go home to the wife.” Alan chuckled before flopping back on the cot and finishing his little journal, “Seriously questioning the abilities of the Watch. But upon further thinking on the matter… it is time to leave Stormwind for good and focus on other much more important matters. Sanity levels currently at 99%. End journal entry.”

Alan sighed once more. This would be a long day.

[Renzly-cenarion-circle]

Even in Booty Bay, it was possible to hear news about Horde infiltrators breaching the walls of Stormwind. Renzly wasn’t too interested until she heard the prisoner wore a mask.

Well… she had been planning a visit to a certain courier. She snitched some paper from a store that wasn’t going to miss it and scrawled a quick note.

Hey pen pal,

If you’re really all that interested in a waterfront timeshare, I can hook you up with some people in Azshara. Better views. I’d send you a drink but I don’t think it’d make it past customs. Anything I can send you, let me know.

Jewelry return went well. I exchanged it for an earring and some credit.

Don’t stay cooped up too long. I’d rather have a drinking buddy than a pen pal.

-RS

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

“Day 3.” Alan spoke out loud after watching Thel leaving the Stockade. “It seems I greatly underestimated how many friends I made, and how strongly they feel about me. It’s rather humbling actually.” The rogue chuckled and glanced at the empty tray of food, his smile hidden beneath his bandanna. Thel and the others were making sure he stayed well fed, and in good spirits. More people visited him than he thought would, and he would never forget how Wolfgaar had stepped up to act as his council when Lieutenant Sedgegrave had come to interrogate him.

A frown crossed his brow as he continued to speak out loud. “I’m sensing a massive difference within the Watch, primarily between those in authority and those who do the work in Stormwind. Qumie is much more eager and willing to accept my help especially in securing entrance into the city. But that lieutenant… the more we push, the more adamantly he stands against it.” Alan replayed last night in his mind, remembering just how many times Sedgegrave had pointed out that Alan was not a citizen of Stormwind and the laws here did not apply to him. The question of trust kept coming up over and over. How could they trust Alan. What would Alan give them to prove he was no danger to the Alliance.

The man was trying to squeeze him for every last piece of information. And then what? Toss him to SI:7 and call it quits? If the Watch was trying to butter up to higher ups, this would be a great opportunity for them. But the Watch was giving him less and less reasons to trust in them. People yes, he trusted Qumie to have a conscience. But as an entity? Alan grew increasingly convinced the Watch was just going to screw him over.

Well, he had been warned repeatedly by his friends. And now he was seeing it firsthand. All those concerns were far more warranted than they had let on.

The rogue sighed. He of all people had gambled and trusted the Watch. The gamble was failing. Shaking his head he continued to speak up. “As promised the first night, I gave them one of the many routes into Stormwind, complete with pattern of the guards and the most direct access into the Blue Recluse. With that I consider the initial part of our bargain complete. As my council suggested, there will be no more cooperation until the Watch gives me something in return.”

And if he was not satisfied with what he got… Well. If the Lieutenant was worried about hostiles in his city, he would show them the difference between a man visiting a bar and a true hostile.

“May it not come to that.” He murmured before finishing his now customary journal entry. “Sanity levels down to 80%. End of journal entry.”

Alan curled into his cot, his gaze alert as thoughts ran wildly through his mind. Layer by layer he was drawing Stormwind in his mind and the many paths that led out of the Stockades. Second by second, his expression grew more cold and dangerous, the charming debonair rogue that was here to have fun with friends giving way to the deadly assassin he always reminded people he really was.

Gods help him if it came down to that. He did not wish for things to go that far.

(( Last night was so much fun. Thank you to everyone who came by to cheer Alan up. I very much look forward to seeing the Watche’s report on this latest interrogation ))

[Ciandre-cenarion-circle]

((excuse the fact I cannot post on Ariale, for some reason she is not listed in my characters and many of the ones I have deleted are still there! go figure!))

The little apartment in Stormwind smelled heavenly as Ariale worked hard to make the perfect chocolate cream pie for Alan Mask. She still was not sure why she cared, perhaps because he was just as charming as can be, and reminded her of her days in Silvermoon.

At any rate, she carefully placed the pie in a box and carried it to the Stocks. She made sure to have the pie shaped so he could get it in between the cell bars. Wondering for the umpteenth time if she should make cookies instead? No, she knew he liked pie, I mean, who didn’t?

The walk down the path to the Stocks was uneventful until she passed the Slaughtered Lamb. She could not shake the feeling she was being watched. But she turned around several times and did not see anyone. Might be her imagination, but she was not sure…

It was heartwarming to say the least when she was greeted with a smile from Mr. Mask. Even the guard seemed to be cooperative today, maybe that was because she offered him a pie of his own!

Ariale chatted with Alan for some time, he seemed convinced he would be released in time to go to the Tavern in Booty Bay by Tuesday. This made her happy and she insisted she would be there to celebrate with him.

As reluctant as she was to leave, she had classes to attend and a job to do. She left only when another kind soul joined Alan and brought him news. As she left, she could have sworn she saw something out of the corner of her eye just over the edge of the building. Must have been a rat or a bird, she thought.

[Relar-cenarion-circle]

Alan slumped back into his cot with a sigh, watching the huntress’ retreating figure as she left. That woman was far too kind for her own good, far too caring. Why would anyone ever shed tears over him. Him! He had done nothing to deserve it. All he had done with drink where he shouldn’t have, and make friends.

“Bah!” He cursed out loudly, making his guard startle and look at him funny. Alan just shrugged before droning out monotonously, “Day…4? 5? Fel. I’m distracted. Days would start blending into each other if it weren’t for the increasingly routine visits. First the Wolf before dawn. Then my goddess Thel with breakfast… Today was different though, I had an unexpected visit from little Miss Ariale. I did not expect her to stop by again.” His mask hid his small smile, “It was a pleasant surprise, and the pie was delicious.” His thoughts lingered on the recent visits, each so very different from the last yet driven by a the simple want to visit him.

It seemed he was not the only one sad at the prospect of never returning to Stormwind after this mess was cleared up.

Well at least Thel and Cup will be making extra gold when they started moving the party to Booty Bay. He chuckled and reached for the last piece of pie at his side, his gaze instantly narrowing as he felt nothing but an empty plate. His head whipped to look where the pie should have been only to see a large rat happily eating his chocolatey treat. “…that was mine.” He growled dangerously at the pest.

Alan moved without thought, his hand snapping out to grab the rat and ignoring the sharp pain as the rat bit down onto his flesh. Alan’s gaze was expressionless and his reactions instant as he hurled the creature across the cell, letting it smash into the stone wall with a resounding crunch. The guard jumped to alertness and turned his weapon on Alan in reflex only to see the corpse of the rat tumble to the ground gruesomely. “What is wrong with you prisoner?!” The guard snarled at him, “Don’t you ever do anything like that again.” The guard was on edge and only then did Alan realize he could have just thrown the rat at the guard instead of against the wall.

After a few tense moments the guard lowered his weapon and returned to his post, immediately logging the incident. “No more visits for you today.” The guard announced with finality.

Alan’s gaze danced with mirth and maybe just a dash of insanity as he sucked the blood from his wound and spit it away, having nothing in his cell to properly cleanse the wound.

After a long silence he finally spoke up, amusement in his tone. “Sanity Level… 50%. End of journal Entry.” He sat on his cot watching the guard, his arm resting on his knee and his body wound up like a tight spring.

Mr. Alan Mask was very ready to leave this cell. There were after all only a few more days till the next Tavern.

And he promised everyone he would be there.

[Jahana-cenarion-circle]

The Watch seemed to be very antsy lately, checking places more thoroughly than they usually did. Though Jahana had to be patient with her stalking, she managed to find a spot she could observe the many who went in and out of the Stocks to visit Alan Mask. It confused her to no end. Was he really that well liked? What was the sense in making friends with the Alliance?

She was convinced he had an ulterior motive. Was there someone paying him to do this? All the conversations she overheard seemed innocuous and bland. If he was telling Horde secrets, she would need to report it and get further orders. Frustrated at a lack of success, she finally left.

Silvermoon was a welcome sight, and Jahana made her way to the Commander’s office. Filing the report was going to be hard, as she really had no evidence of his wrong doing, other than the fact the Watch seemed to be a bit more diligent.

“Yes, Commander, he is still in custody. There was talk of turning him over to S:I7, but I am not sure when they will do that. Shaw has been known to be cooperative with some of our members. To the great displeasure of the Dark Lady.” She stood in front of his desk with a frown on her face.

“See to it the report is filed, and we will wait to see what happens. There are no plans to invade Stormwind at the moment, but that could change. The warfront is already spread thin. Continue to monitor the situation, make no moves until further notice. Report any changes. If S:I7 gets involved, we might have to do something drastic.” The Commander sighed. “It is sad to see one of our own turn coat…I doubt he knows how much trouble he is in. The Dark Lady can be ruthless.”

Jahana shrugged, “He does not seem to be concerned with it. If anything, he seems to want to be neutral.” She frowned, why was she defending him? To cover her apparent weakness, she continued. “If he is determined to be a traitor, I will volunteer to take him out. If there is one thing I cannot abide, it is a lying scoundrel like him. If S:I7 gets him, I hope they torture him and make him suffer!”

The commander nodded, “Noted, Agent Jahana. You have been around him enough to know his habits and might be able to get close enough to do the job. But be aware, he might be fooling you as well. Anyone who can easily get in and out of Stormwind without being caught, as long as he has been doing it, is not going to be an easy mark.”

“Agreed, Commander. Never fear, I have my ways. He will not know what hit him!” she grinned with anticipation.

[Arlston-cenarion-circle]

A man sat on a rooftop overlooking the stockades one evening, picking dirt from under a fingernail with a slim stiletto. This “Mask” fellow, had quite the following in the Alliance, though the man on the roof didn’t care. To be frank, he found the whole ordeal ridiculous, first point, the man’s "name’ being something a child might create, second he had gotten caught. Getting caught is the mark of a poor operator, and through either lack of skill, or overconfidence, had gotten this man where he was.

Scraping the last bit of dirt from under his little finger’s nail, he sheathed the stiletto into a thin housing on his forearm. Readjusting the full faceguard on his head, he looked around with a practiced eye, making sure he himself was not watched while sitting here.

Kicking his feet idly against the blue tiled roofing, he stayed in the shadow of the chimney, humming a tune softly under his breath. He was very well situated to watch and wait, to see if anything interesting happened. Only a fool would attempt to break into the Stockades to free a prisoner. An even bigger fool would try to break out of the stockades from within. Watch Commander Orwyn was no pushover, and his officers, while… admittedly soft and too reliant on procedure, were effective.

Still, the prisoner ‘was’ a sneaky sort, claiming to have infiltrated Stormwind many times over. The man on the rooftops was no stranger to infiltration, though he’d never dream to try and openly drink in Orgrimmar, or even Silvermoon. The man on the rooftops knew sneaks, he knew scoundrels, and he most definitely knew assassins.

As the man blended into the shadows, keeping a practiced eye on the Stockades, he shifted in his custom fitted leather armor, thinking to himself. He wondered what kind of reward there would be, in bringing anyone who came for this “Mask” to Orwyn, or bringing an escaped prisoner back to custody.

Or their corpse.

The man on the roof wasn’t picky, just an opportunist who had reasons of his own to be here.