CSI: Sharn (Help create 100 corpses)

[Hand of Evil]

75. This was the work of a professional, the gnome was up against the wall of the ally, the only thing holding him up was the crossbow bolt through his forehead and a good six inches into the plank. From the look of him he was a tinker and more than likely an artificer (DC12). Seach of the body turn us (DC 15) the plans of a strange device in the lining of his hat.

 

[Dark Psion]

76) A body sitting against the wall, the skin is blue and the face looks like someone who was strangled and suffocated, but the body, escpecially the neck, shows no sign of abuse.

77) The body is covered in coating slimy ectoplasm. the moment a PC touches the body, the flesh and bone all dissolves into ectoplasm.

78) At first you think you have found a rather fine set of clothing, but then you realize that there is the intact and undamaged skin of an human male within the clothing.

79) You are brought to see a body of a dead changeling, but what is truely disturbing is that he is wearing exactly the same clothing you are wearing right now.

80) Before you is a beautifull gown, but within it is a woman made entirely of ash.

81) At first, you cannot see the body. Then somone points out what you mistook for a child's doll. It is the missing person you have been looking for, shrunk down to the size of your hand.

 

[Imperialus]

82) Arriving at work you find the body of one of your colleagues with his throat slit, crucified to the door with his eyes cut out. He had recently been investigating a case that was leading him to suspect a prominent member of House Cannith.

 

[TheAuldGrump]

83.) A deliscious smell of roasting pork wafts from the window of the little widow ladies pastry shop, while in the barbershop above the barber strops his rasor.

The Auld Grump,
In Fleet Street, that's in London Town
When King Charlie wore the crown,
There lived a man of great renown
'Twas Sweeney Todd the Barber.

One shave from him and you'd want no more,
You'd feel his razor sharp,
Then tumble, wallop!, through the floor
And wake up playing a harp, and singing . . .

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say.
His clients through the floor would slope
But he had no fear of the hangman's rope
"Dead men can't talk with their mouths full of soap,"
Said Sweeney Todd the Barber.

Now underneath the shop, it's true
Where the bodies tumble through,
There lived a little widow, who
Loved Sweeney Todd the Barber.

She made her living by selling pies,
Her meat pies were a treat,
Chock full of meat and such a size
For she was getting the meat from mister

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say.
For many a poor orphan lad
The first square meal he ever had
Was a hot meat pie made out of his dad
From Sweeney Todd the Barber
(spoken)

It was Saturday night in Old Sweeney Todd's shop
And the customers sat in a row.
While behind a screen Sweeney shaved some poor mug
And his sweetheart made pies down below.

Though none were aware, it were "cut prices" there,
They were rolling up in twos and threes,
And his foot got quite sore pressing knob on the floor
And his voice went from saying "Next please!"

Well in came a swell and he asked Sweeney Todd
"Just a shave and a perfumed shampoo,
For I've just got engaged." Sweeney just pressed the knob and
said,
"There, now it's all fallen through."

Well a bookmaker sat with his mouthful of soap, said,
"They're all backing favourites today,
So I 'spect I'll go down," Sweeney said, "Yes you will,"
And he did, he went down straight away.

But what rotten luck, the darn trap went and stuck
For the hinge he'd forgotten to grease,
And a customer started calling out "Police!"
Just as Sweeney was shouting, "Next please!"

Yes, he ran to the door and he shouted out "Police!"
He shouted out "Police!", nine times or ten
But no policeman came, it wasn't no wonder
Police weren't invented by then.

But up came the bold Bow Street Runners (Hurrah!)
And he had to let many a pie burn
And they dragged him to Quad, and next day Sweeney Todd
Was condemned to be switched off at Tyburn.

And there on the gibbet he hangs in his chains
And they do say a little black crow
Made a sweet little nest in old Sweeney Todd's whiskers
And he sang as he swang to and fro . . .

(sung)

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, they buried him underneath the clay
And Old Nick calls him from his grave shouting,
"Wake up, Sweeney, I need a shave,
And Mrs Nick wants a permanent wave from Sweeney Todd the Barber."
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It can be argued that George Dibdin Pitt's "domestic drama,"
Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street (1842), was the
first true crime play. Critics have speculated, without success,
as to the historical characters upon which the hero and heroine
were based. Stanley Holloway credits R.P.Weston, a prolific
writer for the Halls, with the creation of this cante-fabel which
pokes fun at the melodrama which was so terrifying to Victorians.
Recorded on 'Ere's Olloway, Columbia Records, 1956 and on An
Evening At The English Music Hall, Front Hall records FHR-030,
1984.

 

[Shadowdancer]

84.) The sky carriage hovers about 5 feet above and 5 feet to the north of a bridge running east-west between two towers. There is no sign of a driver. Inside sits the body of a male changeling dressed in expensive woman's clothing. The body has no head. A pool of blood is coagulating on the floor and on the seat around the body.

On the seat across from the body is a large, expensive wooden coffer. Inside the coffer is the severed head of a male changeling. Inside the mouth, lodged well down the throat, is the chrysalis of a moth.

 

[Dark Psion]

85) As a garbage collector is picking up a dead dog from the street, the dog suddenly shifts into the corpse of an elven male.

86) A favorite Halfling inn is found with everyone in it dead, torn apart as if by Clawfoot Raptors. Only one survior is found, he has no wounds, but is covered with blood.

 

[Shadowdancer]

87) The High Abode is a cheaply priced three-level inn on the middle level of Lyrandar Tower, located on the Central Plateau. In a suite on the inn's top floor is the corpse of a naked, male half-elf. The body is lying face-down on the bed, with the wrists tied together and to the metal headboard with silk scarves. A bolt from a hand crossbow sticks out of the body at the base of the skull. There is semen on the bedsheets beneath the corpse.

Atop a nearby dresser is a very expensive music box, magically enchanted to repeatedly play an old Karrnathi love song. The lid is open, and the song is playing. Some gaudy clothing lies in a pile on the floor. Inside an inner cloak pocket are indentification papers identify the corpse as a gigalo employed by The Stocking and Gown, a brothel on the lower level of Lyrandar Tower.

 

[Hand of Evil]

88. What corpse? What is before you is the empty clothing of someone, could have been a man, the clothing looks as if the person laid down on the street and just disappeared, just a few feet away a toad was stepped on, flattened into the pavement.

 

[Hand of Evil]

89. A trail of blood, then the tell tail sign of a body being dragged lead you to the corpse before you. The wound is ulgy, the throat torn, the shifter did not die an easy death but that is not what stops you, it is the foam from the mouth (DC 12 spot), the dehydration of the corpse (DC 15 Heal), and the appearance of wildness. Rabies (DC 20 Heal) could start a panic, any shifter would be seen as a carrier...

 

[jerichothebard]

90. Two corpses are found, entwined in the tomb of one of the prominent dragonmarked houses. The younger, daughter of the house, was 14 at the time of her death, apparently by poisoning, a few days prior. However, she lies here, with a dagger wound through the stomach, and enough blood to indicate she was alive when stabbed. Her hands are on the hilt of the blade. Lying next to her is a young man, son of a rival house, whose face is ashen, and whose breath smells of almonds. A small bottle lies on the floor nearby.


(Gotta throw one out there for the Bard...)

jtb