Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

[Rhun]

Torhan is taken a bit off guard by the revelation that Templeton and Alec are related. It certainly seemed as though they had stumbled upon a complex web of lies and deceit. "We will certainly discuss this further, Sasha. There is something quite strange going on here."

 

[Boddynock]

"Well, I think we have seen these markings before," says Abass, indicating the false cover and the now-uncovered alchemical diagram to his colleagues.

"Most interesting."

 

[jkason]

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

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?"

"And you left Ada to take the brunt of responsibility why, exactly?" Ru says with a frown.

Even as he waits for a response, he's distracted by Abass' discovery. "Do you think that's our victim, or a map from making him?"

 

[Boddynock]

"From his notes, I suspect that this may have been the blueprint for his own transformation - at least initially. As to who took the final steps in the gruesome process, I am as yet at a loss to say."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Sasha nods and returns to join the others and Hieran's discovery in the journal.

Templeton, however, is distracted more by the questions. "Ada told me to go. She knows that the Combledorns aren't particularly popular with the police, and didn't want me to be implicated. I didn't do it, after all. She stayed to make sure everything was okay."

 

[industrygothica]

"Ada told me to go. She knows that the Combledorns aren't particularly popular with the police, and didn't want me to be implicated. I didn't do it, after all. She stayed to make sure everything was okay."

"Well how very noble of you," Darian snickers. To the others, he adds, "Seems everywhere we turn we're encountering another Combledorn." He leers at the two as he strikes a match and puts it to a fresh cigar. "I think we should bring in the lot of them, and give them a proper interrogation."

He exhales a think cloud of the pungent smoke, and the light filtering though casts casts an ominous, swirling shadow upon his face, and the Combledorns may think they see the faint beginning of a twisted smirk form on Darian's face.

 

[Rhun]

Torhan wrinkles his nose at the potent smell of Darian's cigar, and then moves a few feet away from his well-dressed companion to avoid the worst of the smoke.

"I wanted to mention as well, when I was in Edditomas' place and found his journal, someone of something was watching me from the window. I meant to pursue, but whatever it was climbed up the side of the building to the roof like a spider monkey. There is obviously many people involved in whatever plot we have stumbled upon." The paladin looks around at the faces of his fellow constables. "The question is, what is our next step?"

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Your next step," Gis replies as he strides into the room, "will be to inform your new member on the goings on in the Clocktower District."

Gis, clean and polished as always, appears--quite quickly from the time you left him to deal with the gawkers and scene cleanup--in the doorway with two enforcers and one more odd individual, clearly an archer of some kind.

"This is Calahan, and he will be joining the investigation. I've pulled Perrin off the case, as his skills are needed tracking down someone associated with a park disturbance." Gis turns to the enforcers. "Please show the two gnomes to our waiting areas until we are ready to next speak with them. Thank you."

The two enforcers lead Temp and Sasha out of the room. They are clearly nervous, but offer no resistance.

"Now then, let us cover the briefing. First, what is the case we are studying? Second, what have we since learned? Third, what theories as to what happened do we have? Fourth, how are we going to determine which if any of our theories holds?"

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

Calahan, a haggard man of undefinable age, silently greets his new companions.

His voice sounds raspy, as if he was a strong smoker, as he addresses them. "Hi, fellas."

 

[Boddynock]

Abass, without taking his nose out of the diary, glances at the newcomer over the top of it. He nods distractedly, then returns to his perusal of its pages.