Six Nights to Yearsend (Ptolus Group B)

[Lorthanoth]

"From the inside..." Verosh mutters to himself, his earlier rashness now calmed by his intellect. His determination to avenge Kaira now becomes steely and cold rather than molten hot.

He also tests the air for any suspicious or particularly recognizable odours OOC: Scent ability and tries to divine if the blood spatter is human.

"Glau, Kantris," he says after a while, "Do you think something could have been called or summoned here? I'd appreciate your knowledge on such matters. I cannot think that the killers could have created such destruction without supernatural aid."

He turns pensive and his dark brows become furrowed with concern.

This is most curious and perhaps there is more here than meets the eye. Someone wishes us to think something other than the truth, that much is certain. But what? And how?

 

[Ilium]

Kantris nods at Verosh's question and passes his hand before his face. His eyes glow faintly for a moment and be begins slowly prowling the scene, scrutinizing everything carefully.

OOC: Cast Detect Magic and start prowling around the scene, looking both for residual magic auras and anything more mundane that might jump out as unusual.

 

[ethandrew]

Bobbaros had been silent the whole trek around Ptolus, much as he usually is when out in the city. This time, however, he seemed brooding, iritable. He looks around the doorframe of the citadel, muttering to himself under his breath. He dabs his finger in the smeared blood, the hours of exposure to the night air congealing it onto the decimated door. Moving his finger to his mouth, he touches the blood to his tongue, finishing with a noncommital shrug. To no one in particular he states flatly, shaking his head, "Tis a shame. Tis a damned shame." He uses his hands to four-prong walk, examining everything his eyes can note, registering it as trivial or vital.

OOC: He will do a search check, on the door, doorframe and exterior stairwell, taking a 20.

 

[Lorthanoth]

"Is there a possibility of finding a priest of some stripe who might be able to converse with one of their spirits?" Verosh asks Glau. "I profess my ignorance of such matters. Maybe the nature of the crime renders them unreachable?"

His blood boiling, but outwardly collected he goes over to Skrymer, "Have you picked up on anything, old friend? I confess, I've not been so disgusted since we fought those Chaos cultists that time." he snarls in contempt.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The 25th of Yearsend Month, 7:22 AM

Skrymer smells the pungent remnants of three different people's blood in this first room alone and he theorizes that these were likely Knights. Strangely, he also smells the scent of a lot of water vapor, though nothing in the room is damp or wet. The werebear would describe the smell as something akin to what he had once experienced when near a tornado.

Verosh is unable to verify Skrymer's belief, but he does feel comfortable in guessing that the blood that is splattered on the door is that of a gnome. The rest of the various blood splatters seem to be a mixture of human and elven.

When Kantris concentrates on the threads of magic that he instinctively feels is around, he finds the lingering traces of a fairly strong conjuration effect.

Bobbaros notices that the largest amount of blood doesn't start until the center of this foyer, as if the violence did not start until after the assailants were allowed up the outside steps, through the door, and then near the steps leading upwards.

 

[Ilium]

Kantris turns to Verosh. "I think your theory is correct. Something was conjured or summoned into this area, with a fairly powerful spell." He examines the door again, thoughtfully. "But why bash the door out?" he asks of no one in particular. "If our killers were inside, and summoned something with a typical summoning, it should have vanished soon after. Perhaps it was Called..."

Returning to the guard, he asks without preamble, "Have your superiors warned you men of anything strange in the area tonight?"

 

[Lorthanoth]

Verosh ponders this, "Excellent; thank you, Kantris." says the litorian, "So we have something that was brought into this room that then tried to get out. Bobbaros, Skrymer: found anything?"

Verosh pounds one fist into the palm of his other hand, "Grrraahh! Maybe we should split up to investigate both locations, so as not to waste time?"

 

[ethandrew]

Bobbaros listens intently to Kantris, ”Perhaps someone escaped, crushing the door from the inside. They say no one survived, so if we follow that reason, maybe it was the killers breaking their way out, and if we follow that reason further, why would the door the killers entered in be sealed? Unless they were pawns I can’t see them sealing the door on themselves, some food for thought. Anyway, the action started here,” he states, pointing the center of the foyer, ”They didn’t come in blasting, maybe our victims knew the attackers in order to be letting them in and having them get this far toward the stairs.”

 

[Tychus]

"Is there a possibility of finding a priest of some stripe who might be able to converse with one of their spirits?" Verosh asks Glau. "I profess my ignorance of such matters. Maybe the nature of the crime renders them unreachable?"

"I had hoped we might." Glau gestures towards the gore splattered across the room. "But where would we direct the questions?" He turns to the watchmen.

"Sergeant, where have the bodies been moved?"

 

[bedford]

"no nothing more than the strange scent.. " the werebear keeps searching.