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<blockquote data-quote="El Jefe" data-source="post: 2814247" data-attributes="member: 19990"><p style="text-align: right">#361</p><p>04-27-06, 08:23 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>Devlin drops a Crown on the bar, "Thanks anyway." Nodding to the patrons, he heads back out into the streets, at a loss for what to do next. When he sees the notice he growls in disgust and makes his way back to the Tower Inn.</p><p>__________________</p><p style="text-align: right">#362</p><p>04-27-06, 10:16 PM </p><p>Xaov </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>ooc: eh nevermind about the side trip then. Besides it appears nothing of interest came up anyways. Though it might have been nice to see that woman's dress bust....... Anyone know her charisma score? </p><p></p><p>hmm Enialis thinks to himself. Not a single thing that could relate to the murder anywhere...</p><p>Why were Mrs. Wonder and Furlong here? What could've brought them to this part of town?</p><p></p><p>Why would Archer allow himself to be led to this area?</p><p></p><p>Enialis takes one more shot asking the few people that are around about noticing an incredibly attractive woman or a violent looking man within the last couple of days</p><p></p><p>He'll also ask about any local alchemists he could possibly talk to.</p><p>__________________</p><p style="text-align: right">#363</p><p>04-27-06, 11:51 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Ooc: Trust me, there was a reason that woman's dress split. There was a lot of fabric in that thing, just not enough... </p><p></p><p>Enialis was told that of all people, some will appear somewhat attractive or unsavory. But nobody he spoke to could recall a clear standout in either of those categories in the last few days.</p><p></p><p>As for an alchemist, he was once more directed to the Street of Mechants in the southwest corner of the city.</p><p>__________________</p><p style="text-align: right">#364</p><p>04-28-06, 04:32 AM </p><p>Xaov </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>hmmm Perhaps a trip to the Street of Merchants would be in order after all. Enialis says to himself.</p><p></p><p>Enialis will pick up the aforementioned supplies and go and talk to one of the more prominent alchemists in the area.</p><p></p><p>He'll ask about the substance found on the dagger. Not knowing exactly what it was made of or felt like. He'll describe it as best as he can.</p><p></p><p>While he is on the street (after picking up his supplies) he'll ask about any strange events in the area. keeping a mark of them in his journal. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#365</p><p>04-28-06, 09:13 AM </p><p>Salix </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>St. Arnold's If he doesn't meet up with Devlin he'll aks some questions of his own.</p><p>__________________</p><p style="text-align: right">#366</p><p>04-28-06, 01:15 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Enialis found some ink, a pen, and a book of blank leaves intended as a journal for 16 crowns. No self-respecting wizard would have ever scribed a spell in such a thing, but as it was half the size and weight of a wizard's spellbook, it suited Enialis's purposes well.</p><p></p><p>After a brief search, Enialis found himself in the presence of one S. Boortman, Apothecary, just like the sign outside said. The substance on the knife seemed like it had to be poison, it made little sense that it would be anything else. Mr. Boortman said he couldn't be sure without examining the substance, but judging from the horseman's description, his best guess would be Wyvern poison...rare, deadly, very expensive and highly illegal in most of the civilized world (lawless cities such as Lathirn and Rivenblight notwithstanding).</p><p>There are no shortage of strange tales to be heard, but none of them strike Enialis as being both recent enough and likely to have anything to do with either Archer's or Thursby's demise to be worth committing to parchment. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#367</p><p>04-28-06, 01:17 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>For the second time in less than 24 hours, Ryland found himself in the seedy tavern. Devlin was nowhere to be found, apparently having concluded his business here (or else being so delayed that he hadn't arrived).</p><p></p><p>"What'll ya have, short stuff?", croaked the bartender. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#368</p><p>04-28-06, 11:28 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>Devlin decides on a detour while making his way back to the inn. Quickening his stride, he heads off to Archer's office. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#369</p><p>04-29-06, 02:48 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ] </p><p></p><p>The weather had warmed up a little at midday, but the unseasonably cool snap resumed in the afternoon. Devlin felt like the solution to his woes was on the edge of his mind, like the object of a dream that disappears as the sleeper wakes.</p><p></p><p>He ascended the steps to Archer's, well, the former Archer's business. He was not surprised to find the door unlocked, after all, Eppy had told him she planned on being in to take care of things. However, he was surprised to find an older woman, dressed all in black, sitting on a chair beside Eppy's desk.</p><p></p><p>"Go away, we're closed", the woman demanded. Eppy quickly intervened.</p><p></p><p>"Oh, Mrs. Archer, this is one of the three young men I was telling you about, the ones that were learning Mr. Archer's business."</p><p></p><p>"So the vultures gather to pick over the remains already", snorted the older woman in disgust. Devlin expressed some confusion, not knowing what he had done to draw the widow's ire.</p><p></p><p>"Don't tell me that you don't know anything about the reward", she spoke, the skepticism evident in her voice.</p><p></p><p>"No, Mrs. Archer, they've only been working a few days, and I never heard it mentioned to them. Unless Mr. Archer told them in private."</p><p></p><p>A reward? Devlin had to admit, among other things, he was intrigued.</p><p></p><p>"Come with me", the dark matron commanded, and strolled into what was previously Archer's private office. "Close the door", she ordered once inside.</p><p></p><p>Once Devlin had taken his place opposite her, she began. "Furlong put a provision in his will. He called it his 'safeguard'. It was supposed to protect him. If anyone murdered him in secret, he promised two thousand crowns to whoever brought the killer to justice. When I found out about that, I was furious. I thought he'd ruined me forever...that if he ever got killed, I'd be left penniless. If I'd have known how much he would leave me...well, let's just say he's a better husband dead than he was when he was alive. So, there it is. Go find out who did this and take your money. Unless you had something to do with this, in which case I'll wear my finest to your hanging."[/sblock]</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#370</p><p>04-29-06, 04:00 AM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin listens to the widow's speech, intrigued by the story. Once she finishes, the rogue answers. "I assure you, Mrs. Archer, I knew nothing about the reward before now. Nor did I have anything to do with his passing. We are trying to find out all we can about what happened to your husband, we don't intend to let his killer get away with it." Devlin pauses for a moment, then continues with a small smile on his face, "Besides, this business of his seems too good to let it fade away."</p><p></p><p>Once he's done with the widow he leaves the office to have a word with Eppy. "Miss Perrin, I hope you can help us out here. Have you ever seen Miss Wonder in here before? Or Flodal Thursby? We couldn't find anything in the files, but admittedly we aren't familiar with your filing system. Also, are you familiar with an officer of the City Watch named Vagan?"[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#371</p><p>04-29-06, 04:52 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Courtesy of Western Union</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]The widow looked him over, her skepticism melting ever so slightly. "You do, do you?", she answered. "Well, I suppose I can let you and your friends use this place until you find the responsible party, Mr.?"</p><p></p><p>"Magruder", the rogue-cum-investigator replied, "Devlin Magruder"</p><p></p><p>"Ida Archer", the widow answered in turn. "But don't be taking advantage of my generosity, I'm not softheaded." The lady excused herself, and left Devlin alone in Archer's former office.</p><p>Eppy shook her head. "Yesterday was the first and only time I've seen 'Miss Wonder', if that's her real name. While you were in there with Mrs. Archer, an errand boy came to bring me this. He said it was from a 'Miss Wonder'. Oh, and I've never seen a 'Mr. Thursby' in here, I think I'd remember that." Eppy handed Devlin a folded note which read, "For the associates of Mr. Furlong Archer". He opened it and read.[sblock=Note: ]Gentlemen: </p><p></p><p>I have left the Tower Inn for my own safety and am now staying at the Coronet Inn on Bainlund Street. I am registered under the name of "Miss Lebot". Please come as soon as you can, for I fear I am in great danger.[/sblock] </p><p>Devlin refolded the note."Officer Vagan? Oh, sure. He and Mr. Archer knew each other real well. Kinda young for a Watch Officer, but he works real hard at it. Might even have a watch post to himself in a couple of years, ya know?"</p><p></p><p>Eppy leaned forward on her desk, closer to Devlin. "So, whaddaya think of Mrs. Archer?", she asked. "She's a real rich widow, now. Gonna make some guy a nice catch, if you know what I mean. You think you might be interested?"[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#372</p><p>04-29-06, 01:36 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin smiles at the girl, "Nah, I think I'll pass on that one. Now you, on the other hand, may be able to make an honest man of me." After a little shameless flirting he pockets the note and heads out of the office.</p><p></p><p>Should I go get the others, or head to the Coronet Inn by myself? he thinks to himself as he walks the streets of Orussus.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#373</p><p>04-29-06, 02:59 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Mr. Magruder!</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]"Oh, Mr. Magruder!", Eppy replied in mock indignation. Turning thoughtful, she continued: "You might be right about Mrs. Archer, though. I think she might have had something to do with what happened to Mr. Archer. After all, she did make a lot of money because of it."[sblock=OoC: ]And that is a decision that only you can make.[/sblock][/sblock]</p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#374</p><p>04-30-06, 08:21 AM </p><p>Salix </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p></p><p></p><p>"I'll have a shot of information", he says to the bartender, sliding a gold crown towards the man. "Tell me what you know about Rilla Wonder, Flodal Thursby, or Furlong Archer. Did they come in here the night Archer got murdered?" </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#375</p><p>04-30-06, 01:55 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>Devlin continues his stroll, organizing his thoughts in his head. Suddenly he looks up and around and realizes where he is. Bainlund Street, guess my mind made itself up without telling the rest of me again. The rogue shrugs his shoulders and walks on to the Coronet Inn. I need to pay better attention to my surroundings, or I may find myself ending up like Furlong. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#376</p><p>04-30-06, 05:04 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>The man slid the coin the rest of the way across the bar and into his purse. "Well, by the Underworld, you already know the answer to that question", he began. "Weren't you in here with your taller buddy yourself yesterday? Archer never came in last night after you left, if that's what you mean. And I never heard of the other two." He paused, and smiled. "Care to give me another crown so I can tell you something else you already know? I know some good bedtime stories for little kids!", he laughed mockingly. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#377</p><p>04-30-06, 05:09 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Room Service?</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]A tipped wooden crown signaled the presence of the Coronet Inn, which was only slightly below the standards of the Tower. Devlin presented himself to the innkeeper, who asked what he could do for the rogue, and offered food, drink, and a room for the discerning customer.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#378</p><p>04-30-06, 06:34 PM </p><p>Salix </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p></p><p>"Keep that crown for when you do have something to tell me. Keep your eyes open and you might earn more where that came from. How much do you make in a day? Do you really think you can afford to bite the hand that feeds you ?", the gnome says, shooting the knave a penetrating look. If the bartender has nothing of value to add, he'll head back to meeting place to regroup. </p><p></p><p>OOC: El Jefe:Just wanted to remind you that I'll be out of town and internet communication from May 2-9. NPC Ryland as you need. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#379</p><p>04-30-06, 06:54 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>"Hey, no reason to get all upset", the bartender protested. "You got more questions, I got more answers", he continued.Ooc: I presume that means you'll be heading back to the Tower, right?OoC: No problem, got it covered. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#380</p><p>04-30-06, 07:17 PM </p><p>Salix </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>OOC: Back to the Tower. Probably my last post since I have alot to do at both work and the house before my trip. </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#381</p><p>04-30-06, 07:25 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin makes his way to the bar and orders an ale, looking around the room on the off chance Rilla is in here. After he's served he thanks the bartender before adding, "I hope it's as good as I've heard. This place came highly recommended by a friend of mine. Maybe you know her." He then gives a description of Ms. Wonder.</p><p></p><p>ooc: Diplomacy check = 13, Gather Info check = 26[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#382</p><p>04-30-06, 10:55 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>I can take him!</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Ryland: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Salix</p><p>OOC: Back to the Tower. </p><p></p><p>Ryland made his way back to the Tower Inn, arriving at mid-afternoon. He found the expected collection of well-off travellers...merchant's, mostly from the looks of them...relaxing by the hearth of the well-appointed common room. One of them seemed out of place: a short, baby-faced man, almost slight enough to be taken for a half-elf, who appeared to be sizing up everyone in the room, including Ryland.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#383</p><p>04-30-06, 11:07 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Thank Heaven For Little Girls</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Dungannon: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>Devlin makes his way to the bar and orders an ale, looking around the room on the off chance Rilla is in here. </p><p></p><p>"That'll be half a shield, sir", quoted the bartender. Rilla was nowhere to be seen, although a few other patrons could be seen whiling away the time.</p><p>Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"This place came highly recommended by a friend of mine. Maybe you know her." He then gives a description of Ms. Wonder. </p><p></p><p>The bartender seemed reserved; one didn't maintain a steady customer base by blabbing far and wide what one heard from those whose tongues were loosened by liquor. Still, he allowed, "There are lots of pretty ladies who stop by here every now and then. I'm sure there's been one or two who would meet that description who've been by here in the last week or so." Beyond that, the man refused to divulge specifics.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#384</p><p>05-03-06, 03:53 AM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin thanks the bartender and finishes his drink. He then leaves the bar and makes his way to the front desk. "Good day to you, sir. I'm here to see Miss Lebot, please. She's expecting me. My name is Mr. Magruder."[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#385</p><p>05-03-06, 12:07 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Miss Lebot, I presume?</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"Good day to you, sir. I'm here to see Miss Lebot, please. She's expecting me. My name is Mr. Magruder." </p><p></p><p>"Right this way, sir", answered the innkeeper, and led Devlin to a room upstairs. He knocked at the door, and announced, "A gentleman to see you, Miss Lebot."</p><p></p><p>The door opened to reveal Miss Wonder dressed in a striped dressing gown. Obviously, she had no plans for leaving her room quickly, dressed as she was. "Please come in", she implored, and closed the door behind Devlin.</p><p></p><p>"Will the other two be coming?", she asked, obviously referring to Enialis and Ryland. "It's all right if they don't, but I need all the help I can get." She hung her head. "That story I told you yesterday was just a story", she blurted out all at once.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#386</p><p>05-03-06, 06:46 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin watches the troubled woman, "My associates are otherwise engaged at the moment, why don't we sit down and you can tell me exactly what's going on."[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#387</p><p>05-03-06, 08:33 PM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Regrets, I've had a few</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"My associates are otherwise engaged at the moment, why don't we sit down and you can tell me exactly what's going on." </p><p></p><p>The woman nodded and sat down in a chair by a window. She was nervous, and had a hard time keeping her eyes upon Devlin, preferring to study the exquisite pattern of wood grain in the floor.</p><p></p><p>"It's all my fault", she choked out. "If I hadn't asked him to protect me from that awful man, he might still be alive."[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#388</p><p>05-03-06, 10:56 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]"Go on," Devlin urges, thinking he may just be on the verge of something.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#389</p><p>05-04-06, 03:07 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Walking the floor over you</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"Go on" </p><p></p><p>"What more is there to say?", she said bitterly as she rose from her seat. The woman began to pace nervously around the room. "I told you all he was dangerous, but I didn't say enough for him to understand. I don't know what happened, I just know how it all turned out. I should have warned him more. I didn't even tell you all my real name...I was so afraid that none of you would help me. Now they probably think that I had something to do with it all, when I did...I could have told him to be careful, it was all my fault. I need your help, Mr. Magruder...I can't bear to face this. Won't you help me?" Her eyes finally met the rogue's, filled with sorrow and fright.[/sblock] </p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p style="text-align: right">#390</p><p>05-04-06, 11:18 PM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin approaches the woman, taking her hands in his. "I'd like to help you, miss. But in order for me, us, to be of assistance I'll need to know a few details from last night. Did you ever meet Mr. Archer, and if so, where? And, if you don't mind, what is your real name?"</p><p></p><p>ooc: Diplomacy check = 13, ugh. Hopefully she doesn't present too high a challenge.[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#391</p><p>Yesterday, 12:21 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Hello, it's me</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"Did you ever meet Mr. Archer, and if so, where? And, if you don't mind, what is your real name?" </p><p></p><p>The woman's head dropped as she shook it, whispering the single word, "No". A moment later, she continued, "I didn't." She drew a couple of breaths, and her hands wrung together as she lifted her gaze to meet Devlin's. Finding her voice again, she explained, "I'm...I'm Brigit Oshally. Oh, I'm so afraid. Have you told the authorities anything about me? If they were to mix me up with Flodal...oh, I couldn't bear to think what they might ask."[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#392</p><p>Yesterday, 03:30 AM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin escorts Brigit back to the chair and sits her down. "Do you know for sure that Flodal is the one who killed Archer? And how do you know Flodal anyway, really? It isn't through your sister, is it?"[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#393</p><p>Yesterday, 04:15 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Won't nobody help me?</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"Do you know for sure that Flodal is the one who killed Archer? And how do you know Flodal anyway, really? It isn't through your sister, is it?" </p><p></p><p>Trembling, she spoke: "I'm not sure that I know anything anymore. And I'm not sure what happened last night." Her gaze met his once again. "He first came to Monemvassia as bodyguard to a gambler who had to leave Orussus. I had to hire him - only that sort could have helped me - he's been here a week and probably killed Mr. Archer...Flodal was always heavily armed and carried an extra dagger in his clothing."</p><p></p><p>She got up and started pacing again. "Oh, I'm so alone and so afraid. I can't tell you now, I will later when I can. You've got to trust me, Mr. Magruder. I've got nobody to help me if you won't help me. Be generous, Mr. Magruder. You're brave. You're strong. You can spare me some of the courage and strength, surely. Help me, Mr. Magruder. I need help so badly. I've no right to ask you, I know I haven't, but I do ask you. Help me." [/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#394</p><p>Yesterday, 04:26 AM </p><p>Dungannon </p><p>Registered User</p><p> </p><p>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin tries to coax a little more out of her, "Why, Brigit? Why would Flodal want to kill Archer? I know it's a difficult time for you, but if I'm going to help you I need information."</p><p></p><p>ooc: probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Devlin is Sensing Motive on Brigit. Sense Motive = 21[/sblock] </p><p> </p><p style="text-align: right">#395</p><p>Yesterday, 04:55 AM </p><p>El Jefe </p><p>LEW Judge</p><p> </p><p>Be Generous, Mr. Magruder</p><p></p><p>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p>"Why, Brigit? Why would Flodal want to kill Archer?" </p><p></p><p>Brigit seemed distraught. "Oh, how would I know that?", she fretted. "Flodal had plenty of enemies, maybe he thought Mr. Archer was one of them."</p><p>Quote:</p><p>Originally Posted by Dungannon</p><p><em>ooc: probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Devlin is Sensing Motive on Brigit. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Ooc: Devlin thinks that Brigit is holding something back, possibly something over and above what she says she is holding back.[/sblock] </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>#396</p><p>Today, 02:06 AM </em></p><p><em>Dungannon </em></p><p><em>Registered User</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin senses that he's not going to get much more out of Brigit without giving something in return. "I'll help you, Brigit, as much as I can. What is it you want me to do?"[/sblock] </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>#397</p><p>Today, 03:23 AM </em></p><p><em>El Jefe </em></p><p><em>LEW Judge</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>I have always depended on the kindness of strangers</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>[sblock=Devlin: ]Quote:</em></p><p><em>Originally Posted by Dungannon</em></p><p><em>"I'll help you, Brigit, as much as I can. What is it you want me to do?" </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Still shaking, Brigit answered: "I've no right to ask you this. But I must. I can't get mixed up with Flodal...with what he's done. I'm afraid of the authorities here. Do they have to know about me, I mean - can't you shield me so that I won't have to answer their questions? I need someone to look out for my interests...find out what happened to Flodal...I mean, do you think they killed each other? That's silly, isn't it? Oh, I just don't know." [/sblock] </em></p><p><em> </em></p><p style="text-align: right"><em>#398</p><p>Today, 05:42 AM </em></p><p><em>Dungannon </em></p><p><em>Registered User</em></p><p> <em></em></p><p><em>[sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin smiles, "The authorities are looking for Rilla Wonder, not Brigit Oshally. And I highly doubt Furlong killed Flodal, seeing as Flodal was killed hours after Mr. Archer. Now, I have one question for you, and I need you to answer it truthfully, Brigit. It's very important if I'm going to be effective. Why did you really want to meet with Furlong Archer?"</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>ooc: Devlin is still sensing motive.[/sblock]</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="El Jefe, post: 2814247, member: 19990"] [RIGHT]#361[/RIGHT]04-27-06, 08:23 PM Dungannon Registered User Devlin drops a Crown on the bar, "Thanks anyway." Nodding to the patrons, he heads back out into the streets, at a loss for what to do next. When he sees the notice he growls in disgust and makes his way back to the Tower Inn. __________________ [RIGHT]#362[/RIGHT]04-27-06, 10:16 PM Xaov Registered User ooc: eh nevermind about the side trip then. Besides it appears nothing of interest came up anyways. Though it might have been nice to see that woman's dress bust....... Anyone know her charisma score? hmm Enialis thinks to himself. Not a single thing that could relate to the murder anywhere... Why were Mrs. Wonder and Furlong here? What could've brought them to this part of town? Why would Archer allow himself to be led to this area? Enialis takes one more shot asking the few people that are around about noticing an incredibly attractive woman or a violent looking man within the last couple of days He'll also ask about any local alchemists he could possibly talk to. __________________ [RIGHT]#363[/RIGHT]04-27-06, 11:51 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Ooc: Trust me, there was a reason that woman's dress split. There was a lot of fabric in that thing, just not enough... Enialis was told that of all people, some will appear somewhat attractive or unsavory. But nobody he spoke to could recall a clear standout in either of those categories in the last few days. As for an alchemist, he was once more directed to the Street of Mechants in the southwest corner of the city. __________________ [RIGHT]#364[/RIGHT]04-28-06, 04:32 AM Xaov Registered User hmmm Perhaps a trip to the Street of Merchants would be in order after all. Enialis says to himself. Enialis will pick up the aforementioned supplies and go and talk to one of the more prominent alchemists in the area. He'll ask about the substance found on the dagger. Not knowing exactly what it was made of or felt like. He'll describe it as best as he can. While he is on the street (after picking up his supplies) he'll ask about any strange events in the area. keeping a mark of them in his journal. [RIGHT]#365[/RIGHT]04-28-06, 09:13 AM Salix Registered User St. Arnold's If he doesn't meet up with Devlin he'll aks some questions of his own. __________________ [RIGHT]#366[/RIGHT]04-28-06, 01:15 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Enialis found some ink, a pen, and a book of blank leaves intended as a journal for 16 crowns. No self-respecting wizard would have ever scribed a spell in such a thing, but as it was half the size and weight of a wizard's spellbook, it suited Enialis's purposes well. After a brief search, Enialis found himself in the presence of one S. Boortman, Apothecary, just like the sign outside said. The substance on the knife seemed like it had to be poison, it made little sense that it would be anything else. Mr. Boortman said he couldn't be sure without examining the substance, but judging from the horseman's description, his best guess would be Wyvern poison...rare, deadly, very expensive and highly illegal in most of the civilized world (lawless cities such as Lathirn and Rivenblight notwithstanding). There are no shortage of strange tales to be heard, but none of them strike Enialis as being both recent enough and likely to have anything to do with either Archer's or Thursby's demise to be worth committing to parchment. [RIGHT]#367[/RIGHT]04-28-06, 01:17 PM El Jefe LEW Judge For the second time in less than 24 hours, Ryland found himself in the seedy tavern. Devlin was nowhere to be found, apparently having concluded his business here (or else being so delayed that he hadn't arrived). "What'll ya have, short stuff?", croaked the bartender. [RIGHT]#368[/RIGHT]04-28-06, 11:28 PM Dungannon Registered User Devlin decides on a detour while making his way back to the inn. Quickening his stride, he heads off to Archer's office. [RIGHT]#369[/RIGHT]04-29-06, 02:48 AM El Jefe LEW Judge [sblock=Devlin: ] The weather had warmed up a little at midday, but the unseasonably cool snap resumed in the afternoon. Devlin felt like the solution to his woes was on the edge of his mind, like the object of a dream that disappears as the sleeper wakes. He ascended the steps to Archer's, well, the former Archer's business. He was not surprised to find the door unlocked, after all, Eppy had told him she planned on being in to take care of things. However, he was surprised to find an older woman, dressed all in black, sitting on a chair beside Eppy's desk. "Go away, we're closed", the woman demanded. Eppy quickly intervened. "Oh, Mrs. Archer, this is one of the three young men I was telling you about, the ones that were learning Mr. Archer's business." "So the vultures gather to pick over the remains already", snorted the older woman in disgust. Devlin expressed some confusion, not knowing what he had done to draw the widow's ire. "Don't tell me that you don't know anything about the reward", she spoke, the skepticism evident in her voice. "No, Mrs. Archer, they've only been working a few days, and I never heard it mentioned to them. Unless Mr. Archer told them in private." A reward? Devlin had to admit, among other things, he was intrigued. "Come with me", the dark matron commanded, and strolled into what was previously Archer's private office. "Close the door", she ordered once inside. Once Devlin had taken his place opposite her, she began. "Furlong put a provision in his will. He called it his 'safeguard'. It was supposed to protect him. If anyone murdered him in secret, he promised two thousand crowns to whoever brought the killer to justice. When I found out about that, I was furious. I thought he'd ruined me forever...that if he ever got killed, I'd be left penniless. If I'd have known how much he would leave me...well, let's just say he's a better husband dead than he was when he was alive. So, there it is. Go find out who did this and take your money. Unless you had something to do with this, in which case I'll wear my finest to your hanging."[/sblock] [RIGHT]#370[/RIGHT]04-29-06, 04:00 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin listens to the widow's speech, intrigued by the story. Once she finishes, the rogue answers. "I assure you, Mrs. Archer, I knew nothing about the reward before now. Nor did I have anything to do with his passing. We are trying to find out all we can about what happened to your husband, we don't intend to let his killer get away with it." Devlin pauses for a moment, then continues with a small smile on his face, "Besides, this business of his seems too good to let it fade away." Once he's done with the widow he leaves the office to have a word with Eppy. "Miss Perrin, I hope you can help us out here. Have you ever seen Miss Wonder in here before? Or Flodal Thursby? We couldn't find anything in the files, but admittedly we aren't familiar with your filing system. Also, are you familiar with an officer of the City Watch named Vagan?"[/sblock] [RIGHT]#371[/RIGHT]04-29-06, 04:52 AM El Jefe LEW Judge Courtesy of Western Union -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]The widow looked him over, her skepticism melting ever so slightly. "You do, do you?", she answered. "Well, I suppose I can let you and your friends use this place until you find the responsible party, Mr.?" "Magruder", the rogue-cum-investigator replied, "Devlin Magruder" "Ida Archer", the widow answered in turn. "But don't be taking advantage of my generosity, I'm not softheaded." The lady excused herself, and left Devlin alone in Archer's former office. Eppy shook her head. "Yesterday was the first and only time I've seen 'Miss Wonder', if that's her real name. While you were in there with Mrs. Archer, an errand boy came to bring me this. He said it was from a 'Miss Wonder'. Oh, and I've never seen a 'Mr. Thursby' in here, I think I'd remember that." Eppy handed Devlin a folded note which read, "For the associates of Mr. Furlong Archer". He opened it and read.[sblock=Note: ]Gentlemen: I have left the Tower Inn for my own safety and am now staying at the Coronet Inn on Bainlund Street. I am registered under the name of "Miss Lebot". Please come as soon as you can, for I fear I am in great danger.[/sblock] Devlin refolded the note."Officer Vagan? Oh, sure. He and Mr. Archer knew each other real well. Kinda young for a Watch Officer, but he works real hard at it. Might even have a watch post to himself in a couple of years, ya know?" Eppy leaned forward on her desk, closer to Devlin. "So, whaddaya think of Mrs. Archer?", she asked. "She's a real rich widow, now. Gonna make some guy a nice catch, if you know what I mean. You think you might be interested?"[/sblock] [RIGHT]#372[/RIGHT]04-29-06, 01:36 PM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin smiles at the girl, "Nah, I think I'll pass on that one. Now you, on the other hand, may be able to make an honest man of me." After a little shameless flirting he pockets the note and heads out of the office. Should I go get the others, or head to the Coronet Inn by myself? he thinks to himself as he walks the streets of Orussus.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#373[/RIGHT]04-29-06, 02:59 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Mr. Magruder! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]"Oh, Mr. Magruder!", Eppy replied in mock indignation. Turning thoughtful, she continued: "You might be right about Mrs. Archer, though. I think she might have had something to do with what happened to Mr. Archer. After all, she did make a lot of money because of it."[sblock=OoC: ]And that is a decision that only you can make.[/sblock][/sblock] [RIGHT]#374[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 08:21 AM Salix Registered User "I'll have a shot of information", he says to the bartender, sliding a gold crown towards the man. "Tell me what you know about Rilla Wonder, Flodal Thursby, or Furlong Archer. Did they come in here the night Archer got murdered?" [RIGHT]#375[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 01:55 PM Dungannon Registered User Devlin continues his stroll, organizing his thoughts in his head. Suddenly he looks up and around and realizes where he is. Bainlund Street, guess my mind made itself up without telling the rest of me again. The rogue shrugs his shoulders and walks on to the Coronet Inn. I need to pay better attention to my surroundings, or I may find myself ending up like Furlong. [RIGHT]#376[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 05:04 PM El Jefe LEW Judge The man slid the coin the rest of the way across the bar and into his purse. "Well, by the Underworld, you already know the answer to that question", he began. "Weren't you in here with your taller buddy yourself yesterday? Archer never came in last night after you left, if that's what you mean. And I never heard of the other two." He paused, and smiled. "Care to give me another crown so I can tell you something else you already know? I know some good bedtime stories for little kids!", he laughed mockingly. [RIGHT]#377[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 05:09 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Room Service? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]A tipped wooden crown signaled the presence of the Coronet Inn, which was only slightly below the standards of the Tower. Devlin presented himself to the innkeeper, who asked what he could do for the rogue, and offered food, drink, and a room for the discerning customer.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#378[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 06:34 PM Salix Registered User "Keep that crown for when you do have something to tell me. Keep your eyes open and you might earn more where that came from. How much do you make in a day? Do you really think you can afford to bite the hand that feeds you ?", the gnome says, shooting the knave a penetrating look. If the bartender has nothing of value to add, he'll head back to meeting place to regroup. OOC: El Jefe:Just wanted to remind you that I'll be out of town and internet communication from May 2-9. NPC Ryland as you need. [RIGHT]#379[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 06:54 PM El Jefe LEW Judge "Hey, no reason to get all upset", the bartender protested. "You got more questions, I got more answers", he continued.Ooc: I presume that means you'll be heading back to the Tower, right?OoC: No problem, got it covered. [RIGHT]#380[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 07:17 PM Salix Registered User OOC: Back to the Tower. Probably my last post since I have alot to do at both work and the house before my trip. [RIGHT]#381[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 07:25 PM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin makes his way to the bar and orders an ale, looking around the room on the off chance Rilla is in here. After he's served he thanks the bartender before adding, "I hope it's as good as I've heard. This place came highly recommended by a friend of mine. Maybe you know her." He then gives a description of Ms. Wonder. ooc: Diplomacy check = 13, Gather Info check = 26[/sblock] [RIGHT]#382[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 10:55 PM El Jefe LEW Judge I can take him! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Ryland: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Salix OOC: Back to the Tower. Ryland made his way back to the Tower Inn, arriving at mid-afternoon. He found the expected collection of well-off travellers...merchant's, mostly from the looks of them...relaxing by the hearth of the well-appointed common room. One of them seemed out of place: a short, baby-faced man, almost slight enough to be taken for a half-elf, who appeared to be sizing up everyone in the room, including Ryland.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#383[/RIGHT]04-30-06, 11:07 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Thank Heaven For Little Girls -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Dungannon: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon Devlin makes his way to the bar and orders an ale, looking around the room on the off chance Rilla is in here. "That'll be half a shield, sir", quoted the bartender. Rilla was nowhere to be seen, although a few other patrons could be seen whiling away the time. Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "This place came highly recommended by a friend of mine. Maybe you know her." He then gives a description of Ms. Wonder. The bartender seemed reserved; one didn't maintain a steady customer base by blabbing far and wide what one heard from those whose tongues were loosened by liquor. Still, he allowed, "There are lots of pretty ladies who stop by here every now and then. I'm sure there's been one or two who would meet that description who've been by here in the last week or so." Beyond that, the man refused to divulge specifics.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#384[/RIGHT]05-03-06, 03:53 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin thanks the bartender and finishes his drink. He then leaves the bar and makes his way to the front desk. "Good day to you, sir. I'm here to see Miss Lebot, please. She's expecting me. My name is Mr. Magruder."[/sblock] [RIGHT]#385[/RIGHT]05-03-06, 12:07 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Miss Lebot, I presume? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "Good day to you, sir. I'm here to see Miss Lebot, please. She's expecting me. My name is Mr. Magruder." "Right this way, sir", answered the innkeeper, and led Devlin to a room upstairs. He knocked at the door, and announced, "A gentleman to see you, Miss Lebot." The door opened to reveal Miss Wonder dressed in a striped dressing gown. Obviously, she had no plans for leaving her room quickly, dressed as she was. "Please come in", she implored, and closed the door behind Devlin. "Will the other two be coming?", she asked, obviously referring to Enialis and Ryland. "It's all right if they don't, but I need all the help I can get." She hung her head. "That story I told you yesterday was just a story", she blurted out all at once.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#386[/RIGHT]05-03-06, 06:46 PM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin watches the troubled woman, "My associates are otherwise engaged at the moment, why don't we sit down and you can tell me exactly what's going on."[/sblock] [RIGHT]#387[/RIGHT]05-03-06, 08:33 PM El Jefe LEW Judge Regrets, I've had a few -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "My associates are otherwise engaged at the moment, why don't we sit down and you can tell me exactly what's going on." The woman nodded and sat down in a chair by a window. She was nervous, and had a hard time keeping her eyes upon Devlin, preferring to study the exquisite pattern of wood grain in the floor. "It's all my fault", she choked out. "If I hadn't asked him to protect me from that awful man, he might still be alive."[/sblock] [RIGHT]#388[/RIGHT]05-03-06, 10:56 PM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]"Go on," Devlin urges, thinking he may just be on the verge of something.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#389[/RIGHT]05-04-06, 03:07 AM El Jefe LEW Judge Walking the floor over you -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "Go on" "What more is there to say?", she said bitterly as she rose from her seat. The woman began to pace nervously around the room. "I told you all he was dangerous, but I didn't say enough for him to understand. I don't know what happened, I just know how it all turned out. I should have warned him more. I didn't even tell you all my real name...I was so afraid that none of you would help me. Now they probably think that I had something to do with it all, when I did...I could have told him to be careful, it was all my fault. I need your help, Mr. Magruder...I can't bear to face this. Won't you help me?" Her eyes finally met the rogue's, filled with sorrow and fright.[/sblock] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [RIGHT]#390[/RIGHT]05-04-06, 11:18 PM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin approaches the woman, taking her hands in his. "I'd like to help you, miss. But in order for me, us, to be of assistance I'll need to know a few details from last night. Did you ever meet Mr. Archer, and if so, where? And, if you don't mind, what is your real name?" ooc: Diplomacy check = 13, ugh. Hopefully she doesn't present too high a challenge.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#391[/RIGHT]Yesterday, 12:21 AM El Jefe LEW Judge Hello, it's me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "Did you ever meet Mr. Archer, and if so, where? And, if you don't mind, what is your real name?" The woman's head dropped as she shook it, whispering the single word, "No". A moment later, she continued, "I didn't." She drew a couple of breaths, and her hands wrung together as she lifted her gaze to meet Devlin's. Finding her voice again, she explained, "I'm...I'm Brigit Oshally. Oh, I'm so afraid. Have you told the authorities anything about me? If they were to mix me up with Flodal...oh, I couldn't bear to think what they might ask."[/sblock] [RIGHT]#392[/RIGHT]Yesterday, 03:30 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin escorts Brigit back to the chair and sits her down. "Do you know for sure that Flodal is the one who killed Archer? And how do you know Flodal anyway, really? It isn't through your sister, is it?"[/sblock] [RIGHT]#393[/RIGHT]Yesterday, 04:15 AM El Jefe LEW Judge Won't nobody help me? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "Do you know for sure that Flodal is the one who killed Archer? And how do you know Flodal anyway, really? It isn't through your sister, is it?" Trembling, she spoke: "I'm not sure that I know anything anymore. And I'm not sure what happened last night." Her gaze met his once again. "He first came to Monemvassia as bodyguard to a gambler who had to leave Orussus. I had to hire him - only that sort could have helped me - he's been here a week and probably killed Mr. Archer...Flodal was always heavily armed and carried an extra dagger in his clothing." She got up and started pacing again. "Oh, I'm so alone and so afraid. I can't tell you now, I will later when I can. You've got to trust me, Mr. Magruder. I've got nobody to help me if you won't help me. Be generous, Mr. Magruder. You're brave. You're strong. You can spare me some of the courage and strength, surely. Help me, Mr. Magruder. I need help so badly. I've no right to ask you, I know I haven't, but I do ask you. Help me." [/sblock] [RIGHT]#394[/RIGHT]Yesterday, 04:26 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin tries to coax a little more out of her, "Why, Brigit? Why would Flodal want to kill Archer? I know it's a difficult time for you, but if I'm going to help you I need information." ooc: probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Devlin is Sensing Motive on Brigit. Sense Motive = 21[/sblock] [RIGHT]#395[/RIGHT]Yesterday, 04:55 AM El Jefe LEW Judge Be Generous, Mr. Magruder -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "Why, Brigit? Why would Flodal want to kill Archer?" Brigit seemed distraught. "Oh, how would I know that?", she fretted. "Flodal had plenty of enemies, maybe he thought Mr. Archer was one of them." Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon [i]ooc: probably should've mentioned this earlier, but Devlin is Sensing Motive on Brigit. Ooc: Devlin thinks that Brigit is holding something back, possibly something over and above what she says she is holding back.[/sblock] [RIGHT]#396[/RIGHT]Today, 02:06 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin senses that he's not going to get much more out of Brigit without giving something in return. "I'll help you, Brigit, as much as I can. What is it you want me to do?"[/sblock] [RIGHT]#397[/RIGHT]Today, 03:23 AM El Jefe LEW Judge I have always depended on the kindness of strangers -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [sblock=Devlin: ]Quote: Originally Posted by Dungannon "I'll help you, Brigit, as much as I can. What is it you want me to do?" Still shaking, Brigit answered: "I've no right to ask you this. But I must. I can't get mixed up with Flodal...with what he's done. I'm afraid of the authorities here. Do they have to know about me, I mean - can't you shield me so that I won't have to answer their questions? I need someone to look out for my interests...find out what happened to Flodal...I mean, do you think they killed each other? That's silly, isn't it? Oh, I just don't know." [/sblock] [RIGHT]#398[/RIGHT]Today, 05:42 AM Dungannon Registered User [sblock=El Jefe: ]Devlin smiles, "The authorities are looking for Rilla Wonder, not Brigit Oshally. And I highly doubt Furlong killed Flodal, seeing as Flodal was killed hours after Mr. Archer. Now, I have one question for you, and I need you to answer it truthfully, Brigit. It's very important if I'm going to be effective. Why did you really want to meet with Furlong Archer?" ooc: Devlin is still sensing motive.[/sblock][/i] [/QUOTE]
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