Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[Jemal]

James nods as he is introduced. "Well met, Ulimar. I don't suppose your friend back there would like to come out and join the party, hmm?" He nods towards the figure without ever looking directly at it, his hands crossed in front of his chest but ready to draw his weapon should the 'unknown' turn out to be hostile.

OOC:
Uriel, I finally noticed how many games we're both in... That's like the 5th time I've seen "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."

I'm starting to think I should stop reading before I give you a concussion.. Every 5 minutes it's like you're whacking your head all over again.. *L*

 

[Krug]

Linda will follow Forge quietly...

 

[loxmyth]

~ Philander's Clockwork, Rooksbridge

"Ulimar, we're done here," the muscular human grunted impatiently. The elf looked to his companions and nodded as if the same thought had just occurred to him.

"You know, I believe you're correct." He turns back to Larina, Froud, James and Elias. "Perhaps we'll continue this conversation another time. Despite your diminutive friend's claims, I don't believe any of you knew Philander well. And since you are definitely not Longstock, I suppose this means you are troublemakers of some sort, so I'm sure our paths will cross again. Trouble follows me everywhere, it seems."

To James he grins. "Party? No party here. And Friend? Not Friends? I'm so very disappointed in your observation skills. Very... lacking."

At this point, the human seems to be fed up, and with the halfling in tow, the two make for the back room. Ulimar turns reluctantly, and then starts to follow. In a few moments, the trio will be out of sight.

 

[loxmyth]

~ Arcosia City Hall, Crowngate

Reynold marched along, Forge and Linda in tow. "Interested in the maps, are you?" he asked with a bright smile. "The map room's one of my favourites. I think only the Royal collection is better... though you may find a few rare charts with various noble estates... Atlus, Tilverton, Marcasa, the like." He came to a stop outside a large arched doorway, and a heavy wooden door. "Ah, here we are." The young man reached for the bunch of keys at his hip and fished around for a big silver one before sliding it into the door's ancient lock. A twist and satisfying click later, the door was open and the trio entered.

Inside, Forge and Linda could see that they were in a long room, walls lined with large cubbyholes which presumably contained the city's various maps. Two long, sturdy wooden tables, scored by age and vandalism dominated the middle of the room. Light filtered in from a large window that sat high on the far wall.

"Maps of the city are kept in this section," Reynold informed the duo, moving to the closest cubbyholes and tapping them. This particular one was filled with iron scrollcases, each embossed with the name of a district. "The subterranean maps are here. They require great care." He indicated another cubby, which held a leather pocket. "If you need any help, I'll try my best to give it."

 

[Sixchan]

Larina stands, her lips moving silently, as if she is talking to herself internally. Quickly, she leans over to the others, and speaks quietly but hurriedly. "Quick! What should we do? Are we going to let them go?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Many thanks Reynold. My friend and I have it from here. Forge starts looking through the maps of the section where the murders took place. He will be especialy vigelent for any hidden doorways. Linda? Could you peruse the maps of the caves? He says blushing at the audasity of him speaking to her.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Jemal, yep...we do seem to be in a lot of shared games

IC:'Let us follow these ruffians and point them out to a Constable perhaps?'
Even as he speaks, Froud is busy looking about for any 'Clues'.

 

[Krug]

Linda doesn't notice Forge's blush. She's not used to urban ways. Gladly. She starts to peruse the maps.

 

[Jemal]

"No, we're not." James moves to follow. "He insulted my observational skills. I dislike being insulted nearly as much as I dislike being blown off."

 

[loxmyth]

~ Arcosia City Hall, Crowngate

Reynold stands aside as Forge and Linda seek out the maps that interest them and lay them down on one of the long tables. Doing so, they manage to make note of a number of out of the way passages that link the undercity to the above-ground. They also discover a number of sewer routes that are close to two of the murder sites; the post man's and the prostitute's to be exact. However, there is no overall pattern, and nothing to suggest that the killer did in fact make use of these secret places.

~ Philander's Clockwork, Rooksbridge

James and Larina move to follow Ulimar and his gang out the back, while Froud takes a moment to give the room a cursory examination before he follows. From his earlier rooting about, the gnome notices that at least some of the valuables that the Clockmaker seemed to own were left, sometimes scattered on the ground, some left in open chests and earthenware jars. With a quick calculation, Froud estimates that there is at least sixty gold crowns just lying here. The young gnome found many a spring or other metal bit that could be scrounged for his own creations, and was even able to find a blueprint for some strange mechanical contraption. That was all the time Froud could afford to searching without being left behind by the two humans eager to follow Ulimar.

James and Larina made their way through the back room, which contained a metal stove and table, a pantry and larder. Narrow steps built for a gnome wound their way up to the second story. The kitchen had been much less ransacked, and though a few drawers had been pulled out and emptied, this section of the house looked much more presentable than the last. The back door hung ajar, and Larina caught sight of movement past it, so the pair made their way out.

The back door looked off to a dirty, narrow alleyway that was carpeted with refuse. Rats scurried between the crates and barrels that lined the rotted fences, searching for food. At one end, they could see the human moving off into the shuffle of a side street. The James and Larina started toward it, and Froud caught up with them.

Elias and Phowett decided to stay at the Clockmaker's for the time being, unsure as to whether or not the criminals might return.