That was all the time it took out of the day of a hin's life. Citizens and non-citizens alike who visited Speedy's Messenger Service to pick up their daily mail or send their packages and parcels or check on the status of deliveries were turned away at the door by two armed Cordorian guards. While they did not appear at all aggressive, they turned people away explaining that the offices of Frugo Till and Speedy's Messenger Service were temporarily closed and would reopen as soon as possible.
One hour later, Frugo Till is seen walking across Cordor Square from his offices to the Commonwealth Center in the company of four armed guards and a balding man in a brown heavy coat and a smiling, grandfatherly disposition, who makes a point to nod and smile to those they pass. Frugo Till walks on his own, unshackled, peaceably, with his eyes downcast in what people can only describe as barely hidden shame.
A clerk from the Commonwealth remains behind in the offices of Speedy's Messenger Service, along with an entire company of other clerks from the Ministry of Finance who appear to be meticulously cataloging all of the inventory and daily operations of the private business. He apologizes in advance for any possible delays while Mr. Till is otherwise occupied in "matters of a legal nature", but assures every customer that they can expect the courier service to be "as prompt as possible under the circumstances".
The following morning, Ministry of Labor clerks are carpenting a new sign, and a hired painter delicately begins coloring in the new words in bright, cheerful yellow:
The following letter is delivered to the home address of all Speedy's mailbox holders, or barring that, is left for them to pick up personally at the desk of the Commonwealth Courier Co when they discover that the keys to their mail slots no longer open their message boxes.
To the Former Holder of Box #X:
The Commonwealth Courier Company regrets to inform you that in the transition process from Speedy's Messenger Service under the private management of Frugo Till to the public management of a bureau of the Ministry of Finance, several necessary changes in operation have been made to better serve the citizens of the Commonwealth in all of their courier needs and promise the excellent fastidiousness of delivery and package care. It is our chief concern to streamline our efficiency to your exclusive benefit, so please bear with us as we transition into this new and exciting government-sponsored courier service!
Each box has been closed and reassigned with a new numeral that is in accordance with Commonwealth Statues of Data Collection and Information Micromanagement, so that our numbering system is ultimately easier to follow both for you, our clients, and for us, who work to serve you.
In order to receive your new mailbox number and key, please present your Certificate of Citizenship to the clerk at the desk, along with verifiable evidence of your permanent residence. Within 48 hours we will have your Certificate of Citizenship checked against the city records to verify its authenticity and provide you with your new key so that you can embark on this wonderful new journey with the Commonwealth Courier Company!
If you do not possess a Certificate of Citizenship, we regret to inform you that we cannot return your previous mailbox as it can no longer be successfully tracked to ensure maximum security and privacy of your accounts. If you have any questions about Citizenship, please see the Chief Clerk at the Commonwealth Center for assistance in the nationalization process. Any mail that was in your box is being held for you to pick up. Please ask a clerk for assistance and have adequate identification prepared.
Joined: 14 Dec 2009 Location: The Dark Side of the Moon
Crow reads his letter, having just used his box today for the first time in weeks. He tosses it in the trash barrel.
"Oh well, I got one last use out of it." He says with a smirk to the clerk, and quickly turns and slips out, his face covered, his dark armor helping him hide in the shadows.
_________________
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Joined: 12 Oct 2005 Location: On a Disk, carried by four elephants, which stand on a gigantic turtle.
*Xal looks at the letter as he walks onto a boat at the docks*( "Hmm, so that's how your going to play it ha? Interesting. I'll have to send my reply when I return."
*He boards the boat with a kobold and an elf*
_________________ I keels u with my axe!
"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"
Joined: 17 Mar 2007 Location: Where the She-Devils roam
The Captain didn't have a notable reaction to this. In the morning, she read the notice over coffee and a light breakfast at the Gardens of Delight, just down the street from the Courier office.
After breakfast, she made her way to the Courier with her citizenship papers and reopened her her old box within the new standards and rules. She headed into South after completing that bit of tediousness.
_________________ "The world takes and takes, even things that aren't offered. Finally, it gave us something back; I wish he was here to share it with me."
In response to the notices from the Commonwealth Courier Company Daniel Makie would present himself and his son, Daniel "Danny" Makie II, for verification. His own certificate of birth and Danny's on hand.
Old Malcolm chats it up with the clerk while going through the process of renewing his postal box.
"Oh aye, tis a right shame I say... All them unsavory types sendin' their malicious missives through here. I figured if Ol' Speedy didn't put his foot down about it, then it'd catch up to 'em one o' these days.
Oh well, maybe things'll be better off now. Maybe even speedier... I mean, ain't no offense to the hinfolk, they're good and jolly and all, but they got half the gait o' us big folk, at most. And ye won't be needin' to use the step ladders to reach the top shelf neither! Haharr!
Aye, this'll be fine, I think... Hopefully some better service. Supposedly there's been a few letters fer me in the past that jus' never got delivered.
Oh, while I'm here, would ye mind seein' this envelope makes it to Minister Cromwell? Thanks laddie, have a good'n!"
_________________ I have a large seashell collection which I keep scattered on the beaches all over the world. Maybe you've seen it.
Joined: 03 Jan 2005 Location: Deep in the Heart of Texas
At the breakfast table, Emma's uncle slides the announcement over to her, which she reads in silence, a few glances to him, though they seek to hide it from her pregnant Aunt.
"A meeting after breakfast in my study, Emma?" he says to her.
Joined: 11 Nov 2008 Location: In the land of liquid sunshine and coffee
*A note is delivered to the new proprieters of the former Speedy's Messenger Service. It is written in legible flowing script and bears a Lantan return address.*
Dear sir's,
It has come to my attention that previously private boxes for the corespondence of all have been siezed and are being held in lieu of Cordor citizenship. As a resident of Bendir Dale and a merchant who carries out business throughout the island of Amia and its environs, it is not reasonable for me to attain dual citizenship for simple delivery's.
To this end, I hearby authorize you to close my account and dispose of all contents in all three of my boxes. For you own safety, disposal should be carried out in accordance to Lantan safety portocol, annex 257.33 for standard combustable writting tablets.
In addition, I regret, that the inability to thwart crime without sacrificing the freedom of its citizens, has caused me to question doing further business in Cordor. I will await further events before committing business in your city.
Sincerely Concearned, Dak Algar, Mastercrafter and Enchanter, L.E.S.G. Local 2246
_________________ Thine taste in horrid footwear not withstanding, I did not say that thou were in fact an idiot, I merely implied that such things were self evident.
Joined: 11 Jul 2008 Location: Somewhere in Canada, eh?
Riala raised an eyebrow as she read the notice, then sighed and shook her head. Murmuring darkly to herself, she tossed the letter in the trash before walking out. "Stupid provisional government...They're becoming more and more insular by the day."
Joined: 01 May 2009 Location: GMT-8 Bangor, Washington
Learning of this development shortly after his return Tae shakes his head slightly before proceeding to the new Courier Co. with his citizenship papers, muttering to himself,
So it still continues.
_________________ Sir Taelar Ardelyn of Wiltun Winner of the Razor Tongued Award 2015!
Xaviera, seated in her chair at home in Kohlingen, frowns and taps her lips with a fingertip as she ponders the potential deeper significance of the letter. Later that day, she presents herself at the office of the Commonwealth Courier Co. with her citizenship papers, a Certificate of Title which names her as 50% owner of the Temple of Love with full power to act on behalf of the other partner in absentia, and her letter of authorization from the Council to operate the aforesaid premises. Living as she does in the Holy City, she can provide no evidence of permanent residence in Cordor, but brings her Citizenship papers for Kohlingen if needed to confirm her home address.
Handing the documents to the clerk, she politely requests a new key and number for her box, along with information on any rights of access the Council or the Courier Co. may claim regarding the contents thereof. She does not actively volunteer that she has no residence in Cordor, but simply waits to see if her request is approved.
"It seems that the Commonwealth Council wishes to determine how I can use my private box,"she grumbles."I wish they would keep their fingers out of it."
_________________ ~Sharess on AmiaWiki~ Priestess, politician, prostitute "[They] were moving in on me like Sharessans on a new broad in the bath house" - Tracer Bolt AmiaWiki mod (mostly inactive)
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Jack reads the notice over breakfast at the Hostel, rolling his eyes while enjoying a biscuit. As he gets ready to leave he takes his Citizenship Papers with him and wanders off towards the East district and the papers denoting his extended stay at the Hostel Marie-Ann.
After a short chat and idle small talk with the Commonwealth Clerk stationed behind Frugo's old desk, Jack's records go on file with the Commonwealth. Farewells are bid, and now only the two day wait is left.
An armored figure, with head and face obscured by his hood and who would be reasonably seen about Cordor quite often, sits in the Nomad as he reads the letter. He lets out a soft sigh as he shakes his head. This be not the way to do things. he thought to himself before setting the letter down, Just another layer of control for those fools. This will end for the worse, I fear. Pushing thoughts of Speedy's from his mind, he stood and strode out for the day. Not often did he use that box anyways, and so there was nothing at all in it. And besides, he had other ways of conveying messages which would suit these new events.
_________________ Whomst've'll'd'mn't I play: Salema Nefahri::A penny for your thots Zrae'a'stra'fryn::That which nightmares are made of Khasir::From the East a storm is coming
Joined: 20 Apr 2008 Location: The downeaster "Alexa"
*Beldor receives the notice on his way to the marketplace. He quickly shouts an obscenity and turns the paper to dust with the snap of his fingers.*
_________________
You think Magic is your ally... but you merely adopted the Art. He was born in it. Molded by it. Sometimes, an angel is simply a devil with better intentions.
Janna received her notice with a raised eyebrow, but shrugged and later that day presented her citizenship, along with a letter declaring her as the tenant of a rented room.
_________________ I hated hipsters before hating them was cool.
Joined: 14 Dec 2004 Location: Kohlingen, and a Basement in Canada
Having heard of this, a curious Gnome made sure to have a particular seventh Circle divination prepared at least once or twice in Memory any time he passed through Cordor in the future.
Joined: 25 Oct 2008 Location: In my own little world.
*Clutch McEggsucker reads his notice, chuckles and leaves* *Clobberknocker Iveryskull stairs at his notice uncomprehendingly, wipes his arse with the paper he couldn't read and drops it in the hole he had dug* *Slangachduinn Garurtiejir reads his notice, shrugs and decides to invest in some trained messenger birds* *Kaldamorte Korvath ~War Knight~ reads his notice then eats it right infront of the new clerk saying "yep, it tasted as bad as it's idea sounded." Than smiles and walks off*
Joined: 12 Oct 2005 Location: On a Disk, carried by four elephants, which stand on a gigantic turtle.
*A letter containing a white powdery substance would arrive at the new Commonwealth Courier Co. A quick taste test shows it to be flower...someones being funny.*
_________________ I keels u with my axe!
"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"
*Thysaeryl hears of this and goes to Cordor to see for herself... though she never used the service to begin with, but she knew this could have ramifications for the forest. She stood in Cordor square and looked for this "Commonwealth Center".*
"Without there beloved messenger service where will the fools go to speak with each other and make their exchanges?"
*Thysaeryl thought to herself aloud but she already knew the answer... the crossroads in the forest*
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"It is by the holy beans of Java that thoughts acquire speed, the hands acquire shakes, the shakes become a warning, it is by Java alone that I set my mind in motion."
*Following a closed door council meeting, buzz starts up around Bendir Dale that logistics work on a new mail service has started. Rummor says it would be based out of the Bendir Dale proper and open to all that may enter the Dale freely. No specifics are mentioned otherwise as it is too early to tell wether or not the Dale folk will stand behind the idea, let alone if it is entirely feasible.
Possibly related to said rumor, it would seem the red headed Co-Captain of the Irregulars, Nina, looks to be hard at work in plannig something, a large smile on her face as she works away a goodly amount of her freetime that is not already spent on her duties and family.*
_________________ Eli Hodgewall<{/,~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X Sven<=={o===========> Qeelak\ | / ,
E'dalar finds himself deeply annoyed by the change and the control that would follow. Shrugging it off as a minor inconvenience in the end, he takes a mental note of other services he might make use of in the future.
Joined: 24 May 2009 Location: South of Grumdek Murr
*The pair is seen discussing near the Market Hall, a worried look on their face. *
- Pauris, what are we going to do about this ? - No idea, Anita. I don't have such papers and I doubt they'll accept our ACTF papers to register for a new box ? I'll check with them but until we know more, we'll ask people to drop the mail here in the ACTF office, or work out a deal with Hasmuth or Morgans in Wiltun ?
_________________ Nana Anvilmar - Slower Talking, Faster Running Lester, Jester, Chandler, Alchemister ! Pauris Sennemen de Laelith - Merchant (currently in Suzail, Cormyr) Metzlitemoctzin - Payit slave, now freed from Silent's sadostyle of plotting !
Belalad can be seen checking in on the new messenger service on his patrols. Attempting to make sure it stays running smoothly and getting reports of any issues that they are having.
_________________ Lieutenant Belalad Feiwallyan
((Please take note if you PM me and you are ignored resend to me in 1-3days, it is likely due to not realizing I got mail))
*Amarice D'Elaraliel leaves her house in the Central part of Cordor and makes her way towards the former Speedy's. Not in her armor today but in plain but elegant clothing she knocks at the door before she enters, offering a polite smile as she hands over her Certificate.*
"Please inform me when I can retrieve it again. I wish you a pleasant day."
Faeryl after exiting her residence upstairs in the Nomad takes a seat in what's become her customary table. A young hostess brings her chocolate milk. They smile at each other and as she often does Faeryl muses to herself how the hostess was but a child not long ago, a cute one, how quickly the humans grow. The exchange their usual pleasentries and Faeryl listens to the you womans eager gosip about boys, the latest ill manored patron, and news of the new or odd patrons.
Eventually after Faeryls usual meal of fruits and meat are brought out the teenager brings up Speedy's. She stops mid chew as her ears twitch involuntarily. Your serious she queries the girl. The girl realizes she's hit apon something new and slides into a seat at the table to talk more quietly. Oh yes quite serious the young woman states. Tell me more Faeryl says. As she begins filling the Drows ears with all the news gosip and rumors on Speedy's Faeryl slides the fruit plate closer to share with her.
Once her meal and the relaying of news is done Fearyl takes her dishes back to the kitchen then goes to the bar to pay her tab and monthly rent. I've probably paid enought rent by now to have built my own home and realizes she's had this thought before and as with each previos time agrees she wouldn't if she could, to interesting is the company of humans.
Faeryl enters the business formerly known as Speedy's and smiles cheerfully at the clerk who apears briefly startled by the arrival of one of Cordors few long resident Drow, or perhaps its the amount of skin her outfits tend to display, either way he relaxes as her smile is genuine and disarming. He introduces himself and she does the same in turn. Do you want to reopen a box miss Faeryl? She mentally notes his hopeful tone. No, I've never maintained one here, I actually come to see if the news were really true and read the notice. He motions to the stack at the end of the counter, feel free to take one he adds with a smile, she smiles back and moves to the stack. Careful not to touch it she reads it carefully where it lay, then begins reading it again. The clerk offers his help, if you can't read common I would be happy to read it to you... No thank you, I'm familliar with common. His lack of responce though not meant to conveyed his disapointment clearly enough. When she had finally finished studying the notice she glanced over at the clerk again. He was staring, staring very hard at something, her she concluded and from his perch and her short stature she imagined just what he was memorizing. She flexed slightly and his eyes slid up to hers and when their eyes met he relized he'd been caught. Before her could stammer out an unneeded excuse, one no doubt being a lie.. I'm grandmother material young man, but thank you for the flattery regardless. She smiled again, one of those warm sunshine on a winter day smiles, thanked him and offered her hand to shake, as was a human custom she had learned. He seemed pleased to shake her hand and tell her she was welcome. As their hands parted she graced him a small gift by running her fingertips across the inside of his hand and down his fingers as she turned for the door and exited. Perhaps his day is a bit brighter now then it would have been she thought. She headed out of Cordor without directly conversing with anyone else.
*Has from an outside sourced learned of the Trial, send a small child to drop off a packs with a message on the outside, the package has illusionary lightning swirling around it with a message* "I am still here and I will be back, Crimson" *If scried it would be found to be in the vast forests on Amia island" *She smirks after the messager left and delivered the package*
_________________ "Do or do not there is no try" -Master Yoda-
Gina, having taken a while to get the note, would eventually manage to bring a verification of her citizenship and residence in Cordor and would ask for a new box.
Joined: 07 Mar 2010 Location: Melbourne, Australia
Tarich fails at reading his own letter, and, confused, takes it up with the new management. After getting an explanation, he avoids Cordor for a few days for no apparent reason.
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