Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

"Gods above," Vanden colors at the sight of the carnage. Turning his head, he hands Klina her gold. "Take it, ma'am, and take care now. 'Tisn't safe on the streets with such a one that can do... this."
 

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Jossen fights down his nausea at the gruesome sight. After a steadying breath, Jossen looks over the site as dispassionately as he can.

"How long ago did you find the body? Did you see or hear anything around here?" Jossen asks the prostitute, not bothering to look her way as he studies the scene.

OOC:
[sblock]How was the victim dismembered? Cleanly, like a blade or roughly like someone tore it apart? How much blood is there? Any foot prints in the blood? Is there anyway else out of the alley?[/sblock]
 

Staring at the dismembered body, Grants silver tongue is struck silent. His guts try to rise up from his stomach but he disguises it by coughing into his hands. Shaking his head to clear the image from his mind, he turns around and tries to casually lean against the wall.

[sblock=ooc]Is it anyone Grant knows? Maybe a knowledge local check[/sblock]
 

Akilu takes a couple of slow steps forward. Memories flash unbidden to mind.

High tide in the pre-dawn light...they came with their harpoons and serrated spears...blood splashed the walls of the darfellan huts...wide, shark-toothed mouths overwhelming the village...dismembered and disembowled family and friends...a mother gripping his young hand too tight, pulling him through the smoke and screams to the sea..."

The gruesome reverie ends and Akilu refocuses on the scene before him. Seeing Jossen focused on the remains, Akilu keeps an ear to what is said, but watches their surroundings. His eyes wander over the rooftops and the dark corners, just in case Longcoat still lurks nearby.
 

Swallowing their revulsion, the group inspects the scene, while Klina smokes her foul-smelling stub of a cigar.

"Klina found it a little while ago. I had to take a squat and this was here, in my usual spot."

The body has probably been here a few hours at most. The pool of blood around the body parts is undisturbed by any footprints that Jossen or any others can find.

[sblock=ooc]It takes Jossen a moment to mentally reconstruct the victim's appearance, but when he does, he's in for a shock: The victim is a man named Halbrand Nachtmann, a member of the City Watch stationed on the Docks best known for having a hard time separating business from pleasure. Jossen realizes that a red lump of what he thought was another bit of flesh is, in fact, Halbrand's blue Watch tunic, soaked with blood and piled off to the side.[/sblock]
 

Jossen's jaw clenches and slowly releases as he finally figures out who he is looking at. After doing a moment of mental assessment, he turns to their guide, "Do any girl use this area for business?"

After getting his reply, he then turns to the rest of those assembled, "This just got more complicated. That man," he says indicating the mutalited corpse, "Is a member of the watch. Halbrand Nachtmann, stationed here in the docks. They aren't going to take kindly to one of their own being murdered, even one who has a reputation of mixing business with pleasure."
 


"Call me a liar again, whoreson, and I'll make you a match for your eunuch friend."

Angrily Garnet mutters: "Keep it up hag... Its too bad this fate has not visited you." His eyes are drawn to the carnage and he finds it difficult to look away.

[sblock]Is this how Garnet's mother was found?[/sblock]
 

Klina snarls something in Orcish, spits a thick wad of mucus at Garnet's feet and stomps off, rearranging herself as she goes.

[sblock=Garnet]This is much more methodical than the way Garnet's mother was murdered. Although parts of her were removed as well and piled up to the side, in comparison, she was hacked apart violently in just a few strokes. The killing of Halbrand took a great deal of time and, apparently, thought.[/sblock]
 

Quietly Jossen whispers, "What can do this and leave no sign of their passing?"

When Klina begins to leave, Jossen looks startled and then almost yells, "Wait!"

"Someone needs to get the Watch. They are going to be looking for answers and we need to tell them what we know or we could become suspects. That means you too Klina, if you aren't here when the Watch comes, then they are going to come looking for you and you don't want that kind of interest, do you?"

"Before that though, let me tell you all what I see, and see if anyone else has contradictory or additional observations."

"A man was precisely, vivisected here, his organ set out on display. It would take time to do this and would be very bloody. Yet there are no signs in the blood where something knelt to do this, no foot prints where the killer walked away. Also someone would have to jump into the sea to clean themselves of this much blood and walk in the streets."

"It is possible "Longcoat" had a change of clothes and wiped themselves down with a cloth, or the watch tabard there,"
he points to the bloody cloth, "but it seems too soaked with blood to be used that way."

"Perhaps they did this elsewhere and brought him here, but it seems unlikely given the amount of blood. Perhaps we are dealing with some supernatural killer, in which case I am out of my depth."
He looks at the more magically savvy members of their band.
 

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