Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Voadam]

"I'll be fine when I get my hands on whoever did this. Do you see my spiked beater around here?" Garn looks around for his morningstar. "Caught me in the back of the head when I came in the window. The !@#$er."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"And," the man says quietly, as his sobs subside once more, "I saw Coraithe. S-she was standing over Amara and s-screaming."

 

[Voadam]

Once Maugra frees his hands Garn sets to work on his leg bindings. He snarls at the other bound man's sobs "Quit your whining you worthless pile of offal and tell me what he looked like. I was right that it was worth checking here to hunt Jack, but he sapped me before I could see him."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"H-he was a man, a short man. He had that knife on a pole thing. He had a long dark coat on and a-a hat or some sort, it was shiny."

 

[Wrahn]

"A scythe," Jossen says absently, "A slashing weapon, could have easily caused this." He turns and looks Maugra in the eyes, "But it is not an instrument of butchery, you would have a very hard time cutting up something precisely with it. Could mean nothing, he could carry a knife with him for instance."

"Whoever he is, he is stealthy."

 

[Erekose13]

"Calm down. We're all after Longcoat this man has seen him and we need all the help we can get." says Maugra to the half-orc who is railing against the poor pick pocket.

"Sir, we are truely sorry for what has happened to you and yours. All of us here are after Longcoat before he can get any more Dockers. Many have lost loved ones lately and we are going to put a stop to it. Please can you help us? Anything else that you can remember will do us some good." asks Maugra of the poor guy, trying to speak in a quieter calming voice than that of some of her companions.

To Jossen, "Yes I agree, stealthy he is given that we didn't hear him leave despite having been here when he spared these two."

 

[Voadam]

Garn slips the rope off his legs and begins rubbing his chafed wrist where the binding bit into his flesh. The half orc stands up and peers around looking for where his stuff would have fallen when he was bushwacked. "Shiny hat and short?" Garn wrinkles his crooked twice-broken nose in distaste "Your sure he was manfolk and not a gnome. Never mind, no gnome could've got the jump on me."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

As Garn collects his gear, the other captive sighs.

"I don't know what he was," the blind man whispers. "He t-taunted Coraithe. I didn't understand wh-what he was saying, his language, I didn't understand it."

He shudders, suddenly looking incredibly tired.

"I don't know what else I can tell you."

 

[Erekose13]

"Thank you, everything you can remember is helpful. Where was it that you saw Coraithe?" replies Maugra.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"O-over Amara!" He sobs, waving a hand in the general direction of his beloved's corpse.