Resurrection City III: The Breconshire Horrors

[Old Fezziwig]

Diggory, wearing his pants and an undershirt, answers the door. His knife is still at his belt, and he's holding onto the piece of iron in his hand, ready to use it as a bludgeon, if need be. He looks both ways. "Walsingham! What're ye doing?" He says this in a harsh whisper.

 

[JimAde]

Diggory, wearing his pants and an undershirt, answers the door. His knife is still at his belt, and he's holding onto the piece of iron in his hand, ready to use it as a bludgeon, if need be. He looks both ways. "Walsingham! What're ye doing?" He says this in a harsh whisper.

Trevor, standing near Edward's door with a finger over his lips, beckons the inspector over. "Langan's got a visitor," he hisses.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Does he know we're here?" asks Dr. Hewitt, who is also creeping into the hall, like the others hurriedly shrugged into some rumpled clothes. "I should hope not. Should we try to enter?"

As Hewitt asks this, you hear a rustling, and then the thin slam of the window.

 

[JimAde]

"Does he know we're here?" asks Dr. Hewitt, who is also creeping into the hall, like the others hurriedly shrugged into some rumpled clothes.

"I think not," the Baron replies in a whisper, shaking his head.

"I should hope not. Should we try to enter?"
As Hewitt asks this, you hear a rustling, and then the thin slam of the window.

Trevor pauses a moment with his hand on the doorknob, then says in a normal voice, "Edward, we're coming in." He tries the door.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Trevor pushes open the door, careful to stand back a bit. Diggory hefts his piece of iron, just in case. The door swings back, creaking, all of the three safely to the side of the doorway. Diggory cautiously steals a glance inside. There is apparently nothing in the room.

The men cautiously crowd into the room, and find it empty, with no sign of Langan. The window hangs slightly ajar, shutting and opening alternately in the night breeze.

 

[JimAde]

"Damn fool boy!" Trevor mutters through clenched teeth. "From what he was saying I was under the impression he'd be joining his visitor somewhere a bit later. Perhaps he heard us. So do we go after him or let him get himself killed?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"I suppose we go after him. It's not like we've shown any sense so far in our associations." Diggory attempts a smile, but he seems a trifle frightened. "Also, if he goes and gets himself killed, the local authorities, should there be any, would likely consider us as prime suspects in his death, despite or because of the presence of the wee folk. Us being his last known associates and all."

 

[JimAde]

"Right, then," Trevor says. He looks around the room quickly.

[OOC: Do the rooms have oil lamps or candles or any other portable light sources? We didn't pack a torch (flashlight) did we? (Were they even available then?)]

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

No flashlights. There's a lit paraffin lamp sitting on the nightstand.

 

[JimAde]

"Bring that light, please, Inspector," Trevor says, sticking his head out the window to see what he can see.