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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 992160" data-attributes="member: 1255">~ ForgeWith a paddle in tow, the Dwarven Enchanter makes his way precariously along a bobbing boat the body is sure to pass.  He was unused to the rocking motion, but managed to keep fairly dry nevertheless.  Swinging the paddle into the water, Forge sighed in relief as the body caught and with a little awkwardness, he was able to pull it onto the boat with Yara's help.  It is indeed a halfling body, pale of complexion and looking quite dead."Poor fool," she whispers somberly her eyes wide with fear, and then looks across at Forge. "The killer could still be at all, mark me.  We should beat a hasty retreat, 'fore we're next!"~ FroudFroud runs down the streets, which seem oddly empty and dark, even for the middle of the night.  A feeling of foreboding wells up in him as he scurries down flawlessly manicured, soulless streets, but passes as he breaks into an oasis of light.  The Gnome finds himself in a lantern-lit cobbled clearing that faces a tall stone building with marble columns; the Hall of Justice.  Two men in the bronze breastplate and plumed helemt of the City Guard are running toward him swords bared, hearing his shouts."Calm down, good man!" the first says, sheathing his sword and grabbing the gnome by his shoulders.  "What's seems to be the matter?  Murder, you say?"~ MiriahMiriah lay in her bed on the campus dorm, unable to sleep.  Was it because she'd need to present some progress to her academic advisor the next day?  It could have been because of the rash of murders; every one seemed jumpy and the nights were unbearable with tension.  Perhaps it was the weather; these days it seemed to shift between unbearably hot and stiffingly hot, and even cooler nights were muggy.  Of course, it could be nothing.</blockquote>

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