Sheriff Walters, I am writing in regard to some rather extreme behavior exhibited by three watchmen claiming to be Officers of rank, and a man in red and black with grey trimed robes whom was referred only to as "Agent" and kept his identity otherwise concealed. All men appeared human, although they were all extensively covered in garments, be it armors or billowing robes and concealing helms. Over the course of roughly ten hours, I was paralyzed, blinded, and then assaulted with deadly magic while debilitated. Finally, I was instructed to pay a steep fine without being allowed to visit the bank, even under escort of the four men in question. The incident began in the ruins bordering Upper Sanctuary, where 'Agent', myself, a rather insane gnome ex-gladiator, Lindwick Jollum (the expedition leader), and a dwarf were to search for certain animatron bits. Upon entering a large darkened complex, my fellow citizens and I were assaulted by half a dozen of these machine-men, one larger than an Ogre. In their interest, I wove two simple enchantments, enchanting a blade and offering protection, and then relied upon my crossbow to help bring the faulty Machinations down. Meanwhile, the 'Agent' threw countless energies into the mix, sometimes even casting upon entities which had already fallen still. After the fray, I was asked if I had a Spellguard badge. I am not a member of the spellguard, and had only been here a couple days so I could -not- be a member of the spellguard. When I said this, he responds 'I don't have time for this!' and approaches me threateningly with a club and some sort of magical apparatus, a wand of some nature. I took a step back and asked him what was going on, and then he continued hostile action by paralyzing me with an enchantment, and then somehow teleported me to a cell in what I now know to be the watchhouse. Some time later, 'Agent' arrives, now telling me he wants to talk. He tells me to face the wall of my cell, and then promptly dispels me. Fearing he will take more offensive action against my, I wove simple shields about my person, and then complied. A moment later, I hear the chant of another enchantment and 'Agent' struck me blind and deaf! A second later, I feel him pummel me with his club! I do not know how much time passed, but after some time of wandering blind and deaf, I felt my flesh begin to fry from some jolting shock. Not long after my senses return, and the man is STILL in my cell. He waves another wand of some nature at me, and then begins to interogate me about some scrap of metal I came across in my explorations about the city. After I explain to the man I can't help him if he doesn't tell me what he needs to know, or what I'm being charged with, he enters my cell and proceeds to kick me while I'm sitting on the floor -- I stand up to defend myself, and he tells me to get back on the floor so he can question me! Shortly there after, he shackles me, and seizes my Crossbow, and some precious Silver-tipped quarrels I had been lucky enough to find, before leaving me alone for some time. When finally the man returns, he is accompanied by three watchmen. One remained outside my cell, while the other two entered with the Agent. I was told, then, that I was to be fined three hundred coins, and that since I did not have them on my person, my clothing would be taken instead! I offer to the men that I have the money in the bank, and with but a trip there I could cover the fee. They insist that a 'man of your nature' could not have that sort of coin, and then decide to extend my sentence, and leave without a further word! Now then. After speaking with fellow citizens, it has been made aware to me that spellcasters need to register with the tower, and that spellcasting outside of warded areas -- even to save the lives of fellow citizens -- is frowned upon because it might put more lives in peril. What horrifies me is that the enforcer of these laws ignored every -peaceful and reasonable- avenue available to him to resolve this unfortunate chain of events. Additionally, sanctuary law was violated in the watchhouse, as I was assaulted, repeatedly, by non-trivial evocations and enchantments. Mainly, however, I write to express my concern for the safety of other citizens who might one day become the unwitting Victims of this Agent's blindness, rage, or morbid desire of seeing other men unclothed in a cell.
Sincerely, ~Fenmain Marfang
Forward further correspondance to the Rock Bottom Inn.
*hastily added at the bottom margin* Only an hour after my release, I see a gnome waltzing about the Rock Bottom Tavern common room with a floating -Eye Tyrant- accompanying him! To top this, everybody watched on as if it were mere sport!