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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 1969158" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>The Seeds of Our Destruction - Part 2a: Sitting on the Dock of Savona</strong></p><p></p><p>A short trip across the Savonan Channel by barge brought them to the docks of Little Savona. Being early evening, the amount of activity on the dock was almost non-existent. Most ships had already released their cargo ferried their crews over to the mainland. The few people still around were dockworkers taking care of some last minute business.</p><p></p><p>The assistant ushered them over to the Captain of the Guard in the warehouse where the merchandise was being held for transport.</p><p></p><p>The warehouse was a large wooden structure with only one door. The back end of the warehouse was filled with creates and numbered 1 to 30. One create in particular was pulled out of the ordered stacks. </p><p></p><p>The Captain, a young woman in her mid-thirties with average Cafelan looks, stalked over to them. "Who are you?" she said.</p><p></p><p>"I am Quintus Aurelius Ignatius, Signifer of the Legion of the Triumphant Rays of the Invisible Sun. I am on a mission at the behest of the Governor to investigate the theft."</p><p></p><p>The Captain was unconvinced. "You have a writ?"</p><p></p><p>The assistant stepped forward and handed it to the Captain, then excused himself.</p><p></p><p>"Ah," she said. "I am Captain Priscani. We're questioning this dockworker," she pointed at a man surrounded by two other guards. </p><p></p><p>"You believe he had something to do with the theft?" asked Quintus.</p><p></p><p>"He was one of the dockworkers on duty until early this morning. He says that he, along with most of the skeleton crew manning the docks late last night, fell asleep. In fact, it appears that everyone on duty fell asleep last night. He swears he knows nothing about the robbery or the murder."</p><p></p><p>"The what?" asked Sebastian.</p><p></p><p>"The murder. The Dockmaster was found with his throat torn out in his office."</p><p></p><p>Quintus glanced into the smaller room that was contained within the warehouse proper. </p><p></p><p>"Did you examine the body?" asked Quintus sternly. </p><p></p><p>"No."</p><p></p><p>"Were there any signs of forced entry?"</p><p></p><p>"We haven't-"</p><p></p><p>"Well what have you been doing all this time, Captain?" Quintus snapped. "We'll take the investigation over from here." </p><p></p><p>Quintus turned his back on Flavia. "Ilmarė and Kham, check the lock. Vlad and I will check the corpse. Beldin, check the crate. Sebastian, see if you can find out more from the dockworker."</p><p></p><p>Flavia looked as if she wanted to cut Quintus in half. "Sergeant Aquillus will assist in the investigation," she nodded towards one of the guards. Then she marched out of the room with the remaining guard in tow.</p><p></p><p>Inside the Dockmaster's office was a scene of utter carnage. He was face down on his desk in a pool of blood. </p><p></p><p>Vlad kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked around the room. Quintus turned the body over.</p><p></p><p>The Dockmaster's throat had been torn sideways and it looked as if he had been thrown onto the desk after he was dead, discarded like a rag doll. </p><p></p><p>"Something powerful did this. Something with claws," Quintus said, pointing at the Dockmaster's ragged throat.</p><p></p><p>Vlad nodded. "Maybe…a leopard?"</p><p></p><p>Quintus looked up at Vlad. "Perhaps. But this attack shows signs of intelligence. Animals go for the throat and great cats rake downwards with their hind claws. His left arm looks broken. I'd expect bite marks elsewhere on his body. Whatever attacked the Dockmaster, it went straight for his throat."</p><p></p><p>"Look here," said Vlad. He tapped a sheaf of paper. "There's a log of every item here in these shipping documents. The crates were supposed to be forwarded to Coryan and consigned to Decimus, but their place of origin is blank."</p><p></p><p>They went back to the center of the warehouse to find the others waiting.</p><p></p><p>Beldin reported out first. "The crate is where they left it, in the middle of the room. It's empty except for the straw used to pack its contents."</p><p></p><p>Quintus nodded. "Kham?"</p><p></p><p>Kham rubbed his head. "Well, the door to the warehouse was locked, but somebody picked it. He rubbed his finger against his thumb. "There were scrapes and shavings around the lock."</p><p></p><p>"Interesting. Sebastian?"</p><p></p><p>"The watchman is missing. He was a Myrantian youth who was recently hired. According to the workers, he was a bit on the thin side and had the same overall look of an average Myrantian. The only distinguishing mark was a tattoo of a black teardrop off the corner of his left eye."</p><p></p><p>"So the Myrantian is our only lead," Quintus said with a sigh.</p><p></p><p>"Not quite," said Ilmarė. "Someone is watching us from the crow's nest of a nearby docked vessel."</p><p></p><p>"Oh really?" Quintus walked over to the doorway. Ilmarė pointed to a figure that ducked as it realized it was spotted.</p><p></p><p>"Simple enough, he's not going anywhere," said Quintus.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 1969158, member: 3285"] [b]The Seeds of Our Destruction - Part 2a: Sitting on the Dock of Savona[/b] A short trip across the Savonan Channel by barge brought them to the docks of Little Savona. Being early evening, the amount of activity on the dock was almost non-existent. Most ships had already released their cargo ferried their crews over to the mainland. The few people still around were dockworkers taking care of some last minute business. The assistant ushered them over to the Captain of the Guard in the warehouse where the merchandise was being held for transport. The warehouse was a large wooden structure with only one door. The back end of the warehouse was filled with creates and numbered 1 to 30. One create in particular was pulled out of the ordered stacks. The Captain, a young woman in her mid-thirties with average Cafelan looks, stalked over to them. "Who are you?" she said. "I am Quintus Aurelius Ignatius, Signifer of the Legion of the Triumphant Rays of the Invisible Sun. I am on a mission at the behest of the Governor to investigate the theft." The Captain was unconvinced. "You have a writ?" The assistant stepped forward and handed it to the Captain, then excused himself. "Ah," she said. "I am Captain Priscani. We're questioning this dockworker," she pointed at a man surrounded by two other guards. "You believe he had something to do with the theft?" asked Quintus. "He was one of the dockworkers on duty until early this morning. He says that he, along with most of the skeleton crew manning the docks late last night, fell asleep. In fact, it appears that everyone on duty fell asleep last night. He swears he knows nothing about the robbery or the murder." "The what?" asked Sebastian. "The murder. The Dockmaster was found with his throat torn out in his office." Quintus glanced into the smaller room that was contained within the warehouse proper. "Did you examine the body?" asked Quintus sternly. "No." "Were there any signs of forced entry?" "We haven't-" "Well what have you been doing all this time, Captain?" Quintus snapped. "We'll take the investigation over from here." Quintus turned his back on Flavia. "Ilmarė and Kham, check the lock. Vlad and I will check the corpse. Beldin, check the crate. Sebastian, see if you can find out more from the dockworker." Flavia looked as if she wanted to cut Quintus in half. "Sergeant Aquillus will assist in the investigation," she nodded towards one of the guards. Then she marched out of the room with the remaining guard in tow. Inside the Dockmaster's office was a scene of utter carnage. He was face down on his desk in a pool of blood. Vlad kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked around the room. Quintus turned the body over. The Dockmaster's throat had been torn sideways and it looked as if he had been thrown onto the desk after he was dead, discarded like a rag doll. "Something powerful did this. Something with claws," Quintus said, pointing at the Dockmaster's ragged throat. Vlad nodded. "Maybe…a leopard?" Quintus looked up at Vlad. "Perhaps. But this attack shows signs of intelligence. Animals go for the throat and great cats rake downwards with their hind claws. His left arm looks broken. I'd expect bite marks elsewhere on his body. Whatever attacked the Dockmaster, it went straight for his throat." "Look here," said Vlad. He tapped a sheaf of paper. "There's a log of every item here in these shipping documents. The crates were supposed to be forwarded to Coryan and consigned to Decimus, but their place of origin is blank." They went back to the center of the warehouse to find the others waiting. Beldin reported out first. "The crate is where they left it, in the middle of the room. It's empty except for the straw used to pack its contents." Quintus nodded. "Kham?" Kham rubbed his head. "Well, the door to the warehouse was locked, but somebody picked it. He rubbed his finger against his thumb. "There were scrapes and shavings around the lock." "Interesting. Sebastian?" "The watchman is missing. He was a Myrantian youth who was recently hired. According to the workers, he was a bit on the thin side and had the same overall look of an average Myrantian. The only distinguishing mark was a tattoo of a black teardrop off the corner of his left eye." "So the Myrantian is our only lead," Quintus said with a sigh. "Not quite," said Ilmarė. "Someone is watching us from the crow's nest of a nearby docked vessel." "Oh really?" Quintus walked over to the doorway. Ilmarė pointed to a figure that ducked as it realized it was spotted. "Simple enough, he's not going anywhere," said Quintus. [/QUOTE]
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