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Message: <blockquote data-quote="mcnathan80" data-source="post: 3282059" data-attributes="member: 40529">You begin to search the apartment in earnest looking for signs or clues as to who Haris was, and who this mysterious roomate is.  It's always odd rooting through the home of a dead man, you keep expecting them to just show up and say 'hey, get out of my house!', but you know that's just nerves.  Haris isn't coming back, he's still lying in a broken heap of coagulating blood at the foot of your door.[sblock=Zenthil]You begin to look through letters trying to find a name.  Most of them are by Haris for various classes - nothing by a teacher.  However, one paper has the name Athar Jomri -sounds Cyran.[/sblock][sblock=Reech] You begin going through the bedrooms, first Haris's, then the roommate.  In Haris's room you find the definition of oppulance.  Silk sheets, fine tapestries, and thick woven rugs dominate this smallish bedroom.  Rifling through the drawers, and closets reveals equally fine clothes.  In the top drawer of his dresser is a note, it reads: Son, I have to say again how dissapointed your father and I are of your choice to go to Morgrave University.  It is a joke of a school, and you have made us a laughing stock among our friends.  We could have talked to the dean at the University of Wynarn, you could have gone back.  Sometimes I think you do these things on purpose to spite us and make us look bad, and now you get that filthy apartment in lower menthis of all places.  Oh, to answer your question: no, we will never come to see your place even if you ask us a hundred times we will always say no.  Please reconsider your decision, come home for a month or two, as long as it takes for you to sort out what you need to do.  I have enclosed a letter of credit for 300 galifar's for rent, don't think I'm giving this to you because I approve of your lifestyle, the only thing more embarassing than having a son who thinks "slumming it" is an appropriate way to live is to have a son that is homeless.  Please, please come home. Mom.That is all for this room.  The roommate seems to live a much more spartan lifestyle with a hard bed, and a desk in the corner. There are papers in the desk bearing the name Athar Jomri bythe looks of it, he's is a fairly good student earning A's and B's for his papers.  There is a picture of a rather attractive woman under his pillow it looks as if it has been handled a lot.  Other than that there is nothing else in this room, not even books.[/sblock][sblock=Anders]After everyone has done their cursory examination you begin the tedious task of maifesting your psychic power.  A low hum begins to eminate from your position, as the room begins to seep a thin slick sheen of ectoplasm.  Finally, an hour later you can see what happened here.  The scene is almost like a dream, hazy and unfocused.  You see someone scrambling franticly around the living room tipping things over, breaking glasses, and generally making a mess.  oddly enough throughout the entire process the person doesn't seem to ever stop and look for anything.  If they were robbing the place they certainly weren't concerned with finding anything.  Suddenly the person stops and cocks their head as if listening for something and bolts out the front door.  Soon your vision returns to normal, and you can see the room for what it is.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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