Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Cthulhudrew]

Vanden blinks, the dawning of realization coming to him. "I... I'm not certain that I'm reading this correctly," he says, looking at Maugra and Garnet. "If I understand truly, then these murders are some kind of sacrificial offering... to Coraithe's spirit."

He shows the others the entry in the tavernkeeper's journal. "Coraithe's murder was nearly a century and a half ago," he ponders aloud, "Perhaps we aren't dealing with the real Longcoat killer after all..."

[sblock=ooc]Knowledge (local) check to see if Vanden might know when the Ten Bells closed down, whether it was recently or waay back in the days of Coraithe's murder. Just trying to pin down the timeline here.[/sblock]

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

[sblock=ooc]The tavern went out of business several decades ago.[/sblock]

 

[Erekose13]

"Some races are particularly long lived. Many of my people can live to be much older than that. but the possibility does exist that this is not the original killer." replies Maugra.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Downstairs, something stirs in the darkness of the fireplace.

 

[Dave Turner]

Downstairs, something stirs in the darkness of the fireplace.

Akilu emerges from the last door behind the bar, satisfied that there are no squatters or cutthroats who could cause trouble when someone's back is turned. He stares at the hole in the wall that he and his companions broke through. His thoughts stray past the opening, through the hovel on the other side, and out into the wet sandy alley beyond. His shoulders tighten and the back of his neck tingles as he imagines a patrol of Watchmen approaching in the rain.

You haven't done anything wrong. You can probably bribe your way out of any trouble. Whatever you do, keep hold of your anger. You have nowhere else to run. Those damned saugahin await you in the deeps.

The darfellan inhales sharply, flashing his pointed teeth in a brief snarl. A small, dusty fragment of broken glass nicked the bottom of his foot. Muttering a curse in his native tongue, he delicately plucks the small shard from his sole and tosses it down the length of the bar. The sound of movement from the fireplace freezes him in place for a moment and he cautiously turns his head towards the sound, still balanced on one foot with the other in his hand.

 

[Trollbabe]

Vanden blinks, the dawning of realization coming to him. "I... I'm not certain that I'm reading this correctly," he says, looking at Maugra and Garnet. "If I understand truly, then these murders are some kind of sacrificial offering... to Coraithe's spirit."

He shows the others the entry in the tavernkeeper's journal. "Coraithe's murder was nearly a century and a half ago," he ponders aloud, "Perhaps we aren't dealing with the real Longcoat killer after all..."

Nodding to Vanden: "I agree it would seem some depraved lover is behind this. Perhaps there are more answers in the cellar?"

 

[Wrahn]

Rat! Has to be a rat. Jossen thinks to himself as he scrambles back, regretting unstringing his bow. With a smooth practiced motion, he produces the wood handle, connect to a solid metal bound club: his flail.

Still retreating backwards, he hisses toward his emerging companion, "There is something in the fireplace."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The huge rat the size of a good sized dog emerges from the fireplace, hissing at those in the common room, its eyes blazing with fury. It advances slowly on Jossen, lashing its tail back and forth.

 

[Erekose13]

Nodding to Vanden: "I agree it would seem some depraved lover is behind this. Perhaps there are more answers in the cellar?"

"Let's check all the rooms up here first. I guess the next one on this side of the hall is as good a place as any." replies Maugra as she leads the other two out into the hallway and down to the next door.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Let's check all the rooms up here first. I guess the next one on this side of the hall is as good a place as any." replies Maugra as she leads the other two out into the hallway and down to the next door.

The door opens to reveal a bedroom that looks as though it was occupied by blissful newlyweds during its last night of use. A large double bed is draped with white fabric that has yellowed with age, while the dust-shrouded nightstand beside it supports a glass vase filled with dried roses and a slender silver ring sitting atop a silk pillow. Across the room stands a wardrobe, its doors open to reveal a collection of women's clothing, all simple but not unattractive. Unfortunately, it looks as though the wedding night may not have ended happily: The bride, still dressed in her finery, the fabric clinging to a skeletal frame, reclines lifelessly upon the bed.