industrygothica
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"The boy," Darian teases as he clasps him on the shoulder, "is Templeton Combledorn, and he seems to have a certain fondness of our friend Ada. He was with her last night."
Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
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Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
"If they think they won't get caught, yeah, most down there are all for profiting on their rivals' misfortune. Problem is, squealing to the constables hardly ever stays quiet, and once they find out you're that kind of squealer, ain't no place safe for you.
"For now, I'll give the watch those hangouts I know Lug used to haunt. At least if we have him, there's a mouth for talking." he says this last while looking to the birdman with obvious distaste.
Ru crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow. "Of course, if she's not a sweetheart, but a conquest, then it's hardly worth the trouble, is it, Temp?"
kinem said:
"If they think they won't get caught, yeah, most down there are all for profiting on their rivals' misfortune. Problem is, squealing to the constables hardly ever stays quiet, and once they find out you're that kind of squealer, ain't no place safe for you.
"For now, I'll give the watch those hangouts I know Lug used to haunt. At least if we have him, there's a mouth for talking." he says this last while looking to the birdman with obvious distaste.
kinem said:
Ru crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow. "Of course, if she's not a sweetheart, but a conquest, then it's hardly worth the trouble, is it, Temp?"
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Perrin helps unload the carriage and brings out a pair of enforcers to escort the bird-man to a cell. Everyone else down a separate flight of stairs into a general purpose room within the headquarters.
"Where are we going?" Templeton wonders aloud. Darian responds by squeezing Temp's shoulder tighter, memories of what he had done there stinging him.
The general room underground.
Torhan digs into his pack and removes Edditomas' journal. "This is our victim's journal...it is about the only thing of interest I could find in his abode..." He offers the book to Abass, figuring the wizard to be most able to make sense out of anything it might contain.
Torhan turns his gaze on Sasha. "I am not familiar with the gnomish culture...is there significance to the locking masks?"
Sasha sighs. "No, unless you consider Alek of cultural significance. He's the only person I know to use them." She returns the gaze into Torhan's eyes. "Thank you for saving me. I wish I could pay you back."
"Alek's a great artist," Templeton adds. "He really works hard on his performances."
Abass accepts the journal and examines it carefully, even going so far as to cast Detect Magic to check for magical auras. When he is convinced that there are no nasty surprises in store, he opens the journal, noting size, distribution of text on the page, number of pages written, any obvious formatting features, and so on.
The journal is written in common, and describes a number of his alchemical experiments, and contains notes on his patients and customers, each one represented by a symbol of some kind. In particular, it appears he had deep involvements with someone represented by brass, and one represented by vitriol.
The symbols of important customers.
Having gleaned an overall sense of the structure of the entries, he then skims the pages.
"The boy," Darian teases as he clasps him on the shoulder, "is Templeton Combledorn, and he seems to have a certain fondness of our friend Ada. He was with her last night."
"Boy or man, that remains to be seen, son" Father Berman addresses Templeton. "A man shouldn't keep silent while his sweetheart's life is in danger."
Ru crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow. "Of course, if she's not a sweetheart, but a conquest, then it's hardly worth the trouble, is it, Temp?"
Abass pauses in his perusal of the journal, waiting on Templeton's reply.
The jester's leer turns to face Fr. Berman and Ru. "Is that a threat? She's not a conquest! She's a real person, very talented, and not interested in the sort of person who just want to... ugh, I don't want to think about it! Where is Ada? What do you want from us? We'll tell you everything about the body... just don't hurt her."
"Where are we going?" Templeton wonders aloud. Darian responds by squeezing Temp's shoulder tighter, memories of what he had done there stinging him.
The general room underground.
Torhan digs into his pack and removes Edditomas' journal. "This is our victim's journal...it is about the only thing of interest I could find in his abode..." He offers the book to Abass, figuring the wizard to be most able to make sense out of anything it might contain.
Torhan turns his gaze on Sasha. "I am not familiar with the gnomish culture...is there significance to the locking masks?"
Sasha sighs. "No, unless you consider Alek of cultural significance. He's the only person I know to use them." She returns the gaze into Torhan's eyes. "Thank you for saving me. I wish I could pay you back."
"Alek's a great artist," Templeton adds. "He really works hard on his performances."
Abass accepts the journal and examines it carefully, even going so far as to cast Detect Magic to check for magical auras. When he is convinced that there are no nasty surprises in store, he opens the journal, noting size, distribution of text on the page, number of pages written, any obvious formatting features, and so on.
The journal is written in common, and describes a number of his alchemical experiments, and contains notes on his patients and customers, each one represented by a symbol of some kind. In particular, it appears he had deep involvements with someone represented by brass, and one represented by vitriol.
The symbols of important customers.
Having gleaned an overall sense of the structure of the entries, he then skims the pages.
"The boy," Darian teases as he clasps him on the shoulder, "is Templeton Combledorn, and he seems to have a certain fondness of our friend Ada. He was with her last night."
"Boy or man, that remains to be seen, son" Father Berman addresses Templeton. "A man shouldn't keep silent while his sweetheart's life is in danger."
Ru crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow. "Of course, if she's not a sweetheart, but a conquest, then it's hardly worth the trouble, is it, Temp?"
Abass pauses in his perusal of the journal, waiting on Templeton's reply.
The jester's leer turns to face Fr. Berman and Ru. "Is that a threat? She's not a conquest! She's a real person, very talented, and not interested in the sort of person who just want to... ugh, I don't want to think about it! Where is Ada? What do you want from us? We'll tell you everything about the body... just don't hurt her."
Rhun
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Torhan pulls Sasha to one corner of the room, away from the others, so that he might have a private word with her. He tries not to appear too intimidating as he speaks to her in whispered tones. "You do realize that your little stunt with the love phial can be punishable by law? However, I am loath to lock a summer flower such as yourself into a dark, dank cell. So, if you are cooperative, and tell me all you know about this Alek, and anything else you think might prove useful, we may be able to come to an accord that both of us are happy with."
InVinoVeritas said:
"The threat to her is not from us" Father Berman tells the boy "but from those who comitted the crime. We are forced to keep her isolated for her own protection. Tell us everything and it may help us arrest the killers. If you don't cooperate, though, I fear I will not be able to protect you - for you have already failed to come forward as a witness."
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Rhun said:
"Oh, Torhan," she whispers playfully, "you know I'd do anything you say. I'll gladly tell you everything about Alek. But..." she adds, looking over to Templeton, "not in front of his kid brother."
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
kinem said:
Temp blinks. "I'm here now. I already told that officer that Ada and I found the body in the clock tower, hanging from a chain, without its head. I still have no idea who it was. It had to be about ten after midnight, the bells had struck. Is that what you want to know?"
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
As Hieran continues to read the book (Brass wants to simulate life, Vitriol wants to simulate emotion, somehow Edditomas uses discoveries from one to further study for the other) he notices something odd about the cover. He checks it, tugs at it, and a false cover opens, like a locket. Inside is a picture of a gnome, front and back, with details about various alchemical markings across his entire body.
