Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[loxmyth]

~ Philander's Clockwork, Rooksbridge

The Elf stepped forward lightly, a crooked smile appearing on his lips. He was handsome in a boyish way, and those eyes like polished brass held mischief. However, he put a slender hand against his human companion to stay the man.

"Greetings, Larina, Froud, and Friend of Larina," he said, greeting the thief, the gnome and Elias in turn. "Alas that we are not friends of Philander's to answer questions of him, though I heard well of him. We do work for the same employer that the good Clockmaker did, however, and it is at their behest we are here. And we are done here, so we must take our leave."

He bowed low, his eyes not leaving Larina's.

 

[Krug]

The old elvish woman stared at Linda for a few moments before cocking her head to one side in puzzlement. "I'm sorry, young lady, but why would you think that the city hall would keep evidence on any case? And if we did that we would show it to just anyone from off the streets?" She regains her smile, skin pearly and almost translucent. "If you are interested in seeing a trial, there are... two, I believe, scheduled for today. Do you know where the Halls of Justice are? I can write you some directions if you'd like?"

But we are the ones paying for your upkeep, miss. We are the public, and we have the right to view it. And the Cockscombe killer... he murdered my cousin. I used to play with her... and that time is past. however, I am not sure if the man that is due to hang is the guilty one. I wish to persuade myself that it is so, and that my cousin's soul can rest in peace. Linda says, trying to persuade the woman to give some more information.

 

[Sixchan]

Larina sighs. "Oh. Thanks, anyway. By the way, where can we find the employer? Maybe he could help..."

 

[arwel]

Seeing that something is afoot Elias steps forward and clears his throat glancing round the ransacked room, seemingly oblivious to the danger that these men could pose. "Ahem. Please forgive my friend for not introducing me. My name is Thomas. Yes, his employer, how is he? I hope he's keeping well. You will send my regards to the old boy won't you?" Elias looks over to the fire and then back at the elf and smiles and winks at him, hoping that his bluff of familiarity with his master loosens the violet cheeked rogue's tongue. "Actually come to think of it where can I find him, I was thinking of talking buisness with him. And Larina is correct, he may be able to help us with a small matter. Oh, and may I ask your name my good fellow?"

OOC: For the duration of the investigation I'll use psychic inquisitor automatically on everyone I meet.

 

[Jemal]

James enters and stands beside and just inside of the door, surveying the room.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Gears try to keep an eye on him. Forge thinks to his heartbond. My lady I do apologise. Linda and I are very interested in what is to become of her cousin's killer. Linda is very intuitive and has had a "sense" that the one who is held for the killings is not the actual killer. Forge begins tugging his right ear absentmindedly, My main reason for coming here was to check the city maps that my father Euber Ironsong had used to see if there was any way someone else could have entered the area with out being seen.

 

[loxmyth]

~ Arcosia City Hall, Crowngate

The owl sitting on Forge's shoulder looks from the druid to the doorway, and in a moment takes to the air, darting out of the hall and presumably after Travar.

"I will get you the address of the Halls of Justice," the matronly elf tells Linda with a wooden smile, shuffling off to her desk. She picks up a brush and parchment and quickly draws up a map and directions.

At Forge's question, she seems to regain her cheer. "Ah, that I can help you with." She turns and screeches out, "REYNOLD! Your services are needed, child!"

From within the corridors came a young-looking man wearing a grey tunic with scarlet trim. Dusty brown hair obscured his eyes, but he seemed unaware of it. "How may I be of service?" he asked in an excited, high-pitched voice.

"Take this young man to the Vault of Maps, Reynold. He would like to enter an area of some sort."

"Of course, Miss Greenleaf. Please follow me." The young man turned without waiting to be followed, and began gliding toward the corridor, back the way he came.

~ Philander's Clockwork, Rooksbridge

The elvish man's smile twists slightly. "My employer? Well obviously your friend 'Thomas' knows him well." Copper eyes twinkle playfully. The man seemed to be purposely ignoring Elias, focusing instead on the young woman. "And my name I do not generally give to those I meet in the homes of dead clockmakers, but for you, my dear Larina, I will make an exception. I am called Ulimar Treebranch."

James looks about the ransacked room. He notices that little was left untouched - shelves were pushed over, tables were overturned, books have been ruined and strewn throughout the room. Because of his out of the way vantage point, he can see that there is another person standing just out of sight in the back room. By the height and build this fourth person is likely to be a human, but James can't be sure without stepping closer.

 

[Sixchan]

Larina lowers her head slightly, almost bowing. "Nice to meet you, Ulimar!" She turns her head to the door as James comes in, "And this is James." She leans over to Elias and speaks quietly "Thomas, you never told us you knew Philander's employer. Who knows, you might be the killer..." She smiles at him.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Sorry all, I took a rather nasty slip/fall and whacked my head Friday night at work, and I haven't been online since, as a result.

IC: Froud steps forward looking about perturbed.
'I say, I do hope you lot haven't destroyed the place with your digging, for that is obviously what has been going on. I am Froud Rimp[lemastle, and the 'Dead Clockmaker' as you refer to him was my 4th Cousin, on my Mother's side.Now, I would ask you all to clear off before you touch something that may 'Go Off'. My cousin worked on more than Clocks, as I am sure you know.'
Froud goes about the room, checking things, though always making sure that his back was NOT to the three strangers.My Spanner, of course, is in my hands, though I will use it to check things here and there to look unassuming.

 

[arwel]

Elias gives Ulimar a venomous look, obviously not pleased that his gambit backfired. Elias turns slightly to Larina, all the while keeping his eyes on the elf. "By the looks of it, arsonists and thieves may well be a more imediate problem than Philander's murderer. Or perhaps we have just come back to witness his killers burning the evidence." Elias directs a wan smile at Ulimar before gently bringing his left hand to rest on the pommel of his sheathed sword.