#baronyofthesilverwolf

And he leans into the blow if it connects, trying to stab through somewhere meaty.

A redcap gets taken down and cuffed

And Gwen gives a whoop and tries to drive her spear into the Eshu , her eyes dark! She strikes, but ends up tearing the Eshu's jacket rather than breaking skin.

It does distract though, allowing Aiden to dig in his own sword , drawing more blood

"Yield!" He commands.

Fighting is chaotic.. all around. There were were more bikers but they are on the losing end! And the dogs are freaking them out!

And even Eshu know when they've pressed their luck "I yield!"

And he calls out "Give up, give up, we're busted.."

And others who don't given in have reason to think no, wrong choice. I think I DO give in

And six raiders are taken prisoner, in various stages of injury

Mischka is laying ATOP the pooka, holding him neatly in place. As long as he doesn't move she relaxes (though it may be hard to breath under her bulk - any motion however, and her lips twitch as a growl rumbles free.

Fort moves to Aiden, faithful, and wanting to make sure his master is okay

Save for a few scuffs and bruises. Aiden is okay

Fort's ears are given a ruffle! "Fine work." Rubbing his jaw for a moment - good good, all of his perfect teeth are still straight and intact, he rises. A foot is placed delicately on the Eshu, holding him in place so that the blade can be jerked free, and then wiped with the wounded man's own shirt to remove traces of blood that mar the blade.

"You are all in violation of Demense, of Dreams, and have attempted to violate Right of Life" Storm Colton says to the Raiders "Having wronged not one, but two baronies, two lords. You will be judged " The young man's voice rumbles with a thunderous under current, then he turns to the Ailil "Baron Aiden... it is your choice, but while we search for the stolen property, do you wish to remeand these to Chieftain Hewit as they are caught in our Barony? Or do you wish to forward a claim to their punishement?"

Blade cleaned and re-sheathed, he looks to Gwen, and asks her, "Fledge Locklear - in your judgement, what punishment would you find worthy of these thieves, as one they have directly assaulted?" Curious as to her response.

Danica also rumbles to Colton, "We can also toss them in the drunk tank to cool off."

"I wouldn't be surprised to find records, if not warrants, on these."

Eyeing the motorcycles, potentially stolen in her view.

"me I?" She looks over"They should return what they've stolen. And... maybe spend some time in a jail .. not a lot.. and .." She ponders "Take their bikes and give them to the two places that were robbed. Those can be sold to make restitiion or kept or handed out as gifts"

Colton looks at Danica "Please, take a peek on their records if you would"

Meanwhile, the Coyote's shoes are being worked over, as Ivan and Zhukla each grab onto a boot and tug with puppy growls.

Danica steps aside to mutter into her radio, looking over the license plates as well as the small stack of IDs she's relieved the band of.

The bikes are.. not listed as stolen. Now the money that they used to buy them? Maybe

But they are suspects in more than a few robberies!

Aiden ponders this answer, and asks mildly, "They roughed up that Wolpentinger. Would it be fair to call him hence now that they're tied and helpless, to get return threefold the beating he was given for being in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Again, watching Gwen's response.

Gwen frowns "I.. don't think so.. that... they might deserve it, but it feels wrong to beat someone helpless after they've already surrendered. I mean.. I can see him getting money or this.. dross stuff? or even a bike... but not.. not that" She squirms.

He nods, accepting her answer without visible judgement. "I have no use for motorcycles. They startle the horses. If he is yet to be found, I will gladly gift him one to speed him on his way. The others - Sir Ivory, if you would, I would sell or gift the other two" Already seeing half of the recovered bikes as his, "As an awakening gift to Gwen, who I understand may have little resource as yet of her own."

Looking towards the Motel, curious now as to what has been recovered from within.

Meanwhile, Danica shares the records with the Storm. "...we could toss them on the mercy of the court, which right now probably means sitting a long time in the cold box, waiting for a trial as everything is closed down."

Out comes a bag of horse shoes.

Colton ponders "I don't like leaving changelings to fade, to banality. Jails don't strike me as a place fae souls can stay awake. Is your experience different?"

She grunts. "No. But it IS an option." Seeing Gwen listening, she adds, "I suppose it doesn't make much sense to toss them where we'd be obliged to rescue them from."

Gwen is still stunned at the offer of a bike "For real? I.. thank you, Baron" She bows

"One might argue that NOT sending them to jail is a boon in itself that they would need to repay." The Baron remarks with a hint of mirth.

The Storm doesn't have the same sense of humor "No. Id' rather turn them over to our Chieftain for confinement of a more mystical sort"

"Very well. We are not a fortress set up for proper containment of such prisoners. I would be obliged if your Chieftain would see fit to their punishment. However, if any of them show signs of remorse and wish to work to repay their debts as rehabilitation, there is always work to be done. I have a stable stall that needs repair, for one. There is something to be said in favor of sweat equity."

"That, is an excellent ideaa" THe storm agrees, "And I think he will agree with it. " A surprised look as another troll of Dark Gate brings in a bag of dark apples.. yes, a third are gone

But "More than I expected returned"

Aiden is quietly praising the pups.

And then "We also found this.. " They pull out pair of shoes in a box

He looks at those, and has to hold back Ivan who would dive in to chew on the new toy! "Nyet, small one." Amused by the dog, and intrigued by the loot. "Are they of value?" Kenning them for himself.

"Some sneakers sell for a lot on Ebay." Danica comments. "I doubt they just raided a foot locker?"

"Not quite sneakers" They pull out platform heels

Rather flashy things

There is a glamour upon them.

The shoes seem to change size, but only when a woman touches them. it is definitely attuned to women. There is something, not a compulsion, an education? And a conjuring of sorts waits

"Interesting. Perhaps a fitting recompense for your devoured dross." He offers.

"I'm not sure this fits anything we have" Colton scratches his head

"Or our own needs"

"They are not quite my style." Aiden says dryly.

"I'd break an ankle. Sell 'em to some fancy lady if the cantrip is beneficial. Check first that it's not an 'Empress is wearing no clothes' style pooka trick." Is Danica's blunt chuckle.

"A good point" Ivory says