Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)

[jkason]

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

"He's gone, but I won't be leaving what's left of him here, not if I can help it. Deserves a proper burial, something besides this infernal pit."

Darian will attempt to carry Torhan's body out of the area.

Ru helps lift and carry the body, saying, "No one on this squad should have to carry a burdon alone."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Perrin is right; the bucket brigade has damped down the flames in most of the building, allowing for a risk-free retreat to the entry courtyard. Combledorn Manor lies in ruins, with even the embers dying down.

The night sky is refreshingly cool, cloudy and starless. Mist will descend tonight, blanketing the area in fog by the morning.

 

[jkason]

Ru Brike, barbaric human monk

As the group stands looking at the ruins of the manor, their companion's body in their care, Ru's face darkens.

"They'll have already sent for the coronor, Father," he says to the priest. "He can see to it that Torhan's body is cleaned and respectfully prepared for burial."

Ru turns away from the manor, looking in the direction of the precinct.

"Torhan killed our monster, but we still don't know why it cares so much about the Cobbledorns." Ru tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck as he punches his right fist into his open left palm. "But I wouldn't be surprised if Alek does." The last has a tone that's an odd mixture of wrath and mirth.

 

[industrygothica]

Darian tries to hide his rage at the mention of Alek's name. He has no doubt that the terrible little gnome is involved somehow, and aims to prove it... one way or another.

 

[Rhun]

Perrin clears his throat, and then speaks. "We should find that little blighter and see if we can't convince him to tell us the rest of this tale." It is cler by his tone that he isn't dismissing the possibility of bodily harm as a method of extracting information from Alek.

 

[kinem]

Father Berman places his hand on what's left of Torhan's forehead. "Lady Ezra, take this one into Your care. His fate is come, and so he proved his valor."

After a short while he stands.

"Callahan, you are a fool. We could have killed that monster without taking such a risk. I trust you have learned your lesson now, and if so we need not speak of it again.

Now ... what? I don't think we can find more clues here. Back to the station?"

 

[Le Noir Faineant]

"Callahan, you are a fool. We could have killed that monster without taking such a risk. I trust you have learned your lesson now, and if so we need not speak of it again.

Calahan had been quietly smoking a pipe next to Torhan's smashed body.

Hearing Father Berman's words, he raises his head, and spits a brownish substance (tobacco?)
over the ruins and grunts.

He seems to want to answer in an aggressive and insulting manner, but then seemingly gets a grip on himself.

 

[industrygothica]

With no words, Darian lets the others take over the handling of their partner's body until the coroner arrives, and heads towards the carriage.

He pulls a cigar from pocket of his coat as he removes it and tosses it on the carriage seat. The sound of the match striking seems to echo through the perceived silence; everything else around him is a blur.

A thick puff of smoke leaves the cigar tip, and Darian rolls up his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, friend."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

The carriage trip back is fast, and relatively silent, save for the chanting of Fr. Berman. (spend 14 charges, everyone is healed).

Gis is at the front gate of the police department. "I heard the news. Do you want to talk about it now, or would you rather get a night's sleep and discuss it then?"

The gnome carriage sits nearby, its horse-masked driver cocking his head to one side.

 

[kinem]

(ooc: Sorry, Father Berman would not use the wand so generously at this point. In particular, he would not heal Callahan unless specifically asked to do so.)