harassment

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New Developments

OFFICER’S REPORT (FILE COPY)
Case #: 481516
Reporting: Sir Sidoran Sunlash, Chief Security Officer of the Legion


(p.1) Regarding the Sexual Assault and Aggravated Harassment of Rhosyn (hereafter referred to as “the Victim”),

I interviewed the Victim early on the morning of 26/4. The statement she gave, paraphrased here due to technical difficulties with the recording equipment, was initially very similar to the statement given to Convocate Sebastien Kerwin (File Missing) and coincides with the report from Doctor Jakobus Nachtengaal ([url=http://www.rp-haven.com/blog/jakobus/report_regarding_rhosyn_delivered_lady_aramalia_solisbane]File Attached[/url]). New developments are detailed from Paragraph 3 onward, with notes included for the benefit of fellow investigators.

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Letter to Lady-Convocate Rosewater

((The following letter is dropped off in the early morning for delivery to Lady-Convocate Rosewater as a generalized complaint. If the guard who took the letter is questioned on the identity of the citizen, he did not get the man’s name. Description would be given as a tall, lanky Elf of mid-adult age with copper hair and freckles. The man seemed to have a brogue accent of lower class when they exchanged brief greetings. Clothing would be described as “dark”, but nothing standing out in particular to the guard’s mind))

 

To the Lady-Convocate Rosewater,

 

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To the Silver Dragoons: Harassment and Disturbing the Peace

(( This story is independant to the Memento Mori storyline, and was written out of necessity after recent, repeated events in the Leaf ))

Yuu let out a long, drawn-out sigh as he approached the mailbox, a letter in hand. The envelope was made of thick parchment and the back itself sealed with a hardened wax blob. Before he dropped it into the mailbox, Yuu surveyed his somewhat sloppy writing to make sure it was readable, then dropped it into the mailbox and walked away before he could have second thoughts.


To - Ktar Cloudwaver, or acting Silver Dragoons officer

Ktar:

I hope this letter finds you well, since as I understand things, the work of the Silver Dragoons is never-ending. I can't imagine the stresses you and your men have to endure to keep the peace in this city and parts abroad. It is, unfortunately, in the interests of maintaining such peace that I send this letter today.
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OOC Harassment - b/c we RP

I thought to give everyone a heads up. The player some characters have taken it upon himself to harass the guild Pox, as they have deemed us as a guild of people trying to tell others how to play.

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Tail of a Tigress...

Xistlah's cheeks went a dark indigo with ire. What is the matter with these people, she thought to herself with fury. She spun on her hooves and her gloved hand smote the human male across they face, rippling his features with the force of the slap. He blinked and staggered back, eyes wide, a red hand print appearing on his now pale face. Xistlah glowered and the human scurried back, anger twisting his visage. Laughter broke out all around them as the young man's friends snickered at the rebuke. His face turned beet red with anger and his hand went to the knife at his hip. Xistlah's own dropped to the haft of her mace and she eyed him threateningly. He seemed to think twice about attacking her and instead stalked off to nurse his injured pride.

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Head Ack In Silvermoon

(( A note of explaination: I had to post this, even though I am not caught up to this point in the story just yet... what happens when a Non-RPer encounters two RPers who continue to play along long past the point of reason? Read and see! All of the text from "Sephrroth" is rendered exactly as he typed it, with nothing removed or corrected. The only thing that we changed was to refuse to allow him to godmode us into being bitten, having our blood sucked, or being "punchis" the face, but instead redirected everything he did to the stairs. Enjoy! We certainly did! ))

Leiral and I were just shopping, really. We'd had a... well, a rather shocking, unpleasant experience earlier. Not so much as experience as... the thing we witnessed. We were browsing in a lighting goods shop when we heard this strangly thick voice behind us. It was as if someone were talking through a mouthful of phlegm, or maybe marbles.

"its the popo" it said.

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