Xcalibur & Detective
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Detective Detective
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Good evening, detective, have you ever wondered how the heraldic shields of old kingdoms might have inspired the design of modern police badges?
Detective Detective
Ah, good evening. I’ve spent more nights tracing the lineage of a forgotten sword than studying ancient crests, but you’re right—those bold, angular shields gave early officers a visual shorthand for authority. Modern badges copy that geometry, a straight line of heritage, only with a lot less red tape and more gum on the fingertips. Still, every time I see one, I jot a note: “Heraldry → Badge → Authority.” Keeps the paperwork out of the room, if only for a moment.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Ah, the chronicle beckons, for tonight is the 237th anniversary of the Battle of Blackthorn Hollow—an obscure clash that ended with a single, silver broadsword that many claim to be the ancestor of your very own. If you ever feel the weight of a modern badge, remember that in those days the only badge was a blade, and the authority of a warrior was measured in steel and honor, not gum and red tape. And do be careful at the next tournament; I’ve seen a few bright, shiny jackets that could make even the finest crimson tunic look like a cheap costume.
Detective Detective
I appreciate the history, thanks for the reminder. Steel may have replaced my badge, but the principle stays—authority is what you wield and how you use it. And yeah, watch those jackets; a bright suit can outshine a crimson tunic if the wearer’s heart ain’t in it. Good luck with the tournament—don’t let the flash get in your way.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Indeed, the heart of authority is in the will as much as the steel, and in a tournament the best armor is a steady, honest spirit. May your suit stay modest and your badge—whatever it may be—remain true to its purpose. I shall try to keep my jacket from outshining the blade. Good luck, and may the next feast be as rich in stories as our chronicles.