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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Trevalon Moonleirion" data-source="post: 253821" data-attributes="member: 492">Hey, I updated this thing!  Hopefully it's a bit better!==============================================“This is most disturbing,” Saeunn muttered to herself under her breath.  “Most disturbing…”“We should probably go look for witnesses,” suggested Traithelir as he turned towards the street.“Wait!”  Saeunn exclaimed.  “Why don’t you just head right over to the Bright Blade Brandished?  The place is always busy, so perhaps someone noticed something out of the ordinary last night.  And…since you are now on official Silverymoon business, in addition to compensating you, I should probably give you a liaison to the city watch, someone who can help out and keep you out of legal trouble.”  She turned around and called over a tall, pale blue skinned woman, “Rielle!”  Turning towards the heroes as the guard came to Saeunn’s side, she introduced her, “This is Rielle K’estarin; she will be assisting you in any way that she can during this investigation.”The tall, blue-skinned woman nodded her head and rather haughtily examined the Hands, turned to Saeunn, nodded her head again and saluted her promptly.  “Why don’t we head for the tavern and try to gather some information, then,” she said crisply.Turning towards the nearby tavern, Rielle was soon trailed by all of the Hands.  Walking through the doorway, they found the place to be bustling on the chilly late autumn day—though Silverymoon’s latitude made it seem more like winter, with a thin blanket of snow over almost everything.  Splitting up in the cheery and warm common room, Ossondrea, Kyri, Bladewin, and Aramil headed straight for the bar, while Traith and Rielle questioned several people.(DMs note:  Now where the heck did I put Morrus’ drinking rules…)Finding themselves at a bar, with a bartender only too willing to help them out, Bladewin and Aramil decided to settle a bet:  Who can out drink who?  In a five-minute test of wills and guts, they both downed five mugs of dwarven spirits.  Not surprisingly, both promptly fell off their barstools and passed out, Bladewin sending a fountain of vomit above him as he fell.  Most of the bar didn’t really seem to notice.Traithelir and Rielle walked up to the bar after questioning several people; they both gathered essentially the same information:  there had been a strange figure in the bar last night, heavily cloaked and very tall; and the woman, a prostitute, hadn’t been seen in the bar for a while, though several people saw her in the streets early in the night.  Deciding that with two members passed out on the taverns floor they were not in the best of shape to fight anyone, everyone went their separate ways, acknowledging that there was little to be done other than wait and see what the light of morning brought.It unfortunately brought nothing but more death…Waking up with hangovers that would almost incapacitate a dwarf, both Bladewin and Aramil decided to just roll back over and sleep; Kyri volunteered to keep an eye on them.  Leaving the inn, Traithelir and Ossondrea set out to find Rielle; they didn’t have to search long.  Her face grim, she informed the duo that the murders had continued.  She carried with her another note, this one scratched out in barely legible common; it taunted “Miss Boss Lady,” telling her the details of the killer’s “double event.”  In a back alley in the northern part of the city they found the next victim suspended by lengths of rope to nearby buildings; her neck had a thin line running across the windpipe from garrote wire, and upon examination, more organs had been perfectly removed.  Ossondrea’s keen elven ears perked up.  What was that noise…?  She quietly moved further down the alleyway, looked left and right, and proceeded left, followed by Traithelir.  Rielle motioned them on and headed off to the right.  The streets were filled with fog, and it was eerily quiet in this part of town; keeping her sword drawn, Ossondrea squinted through the haze.  Suddenly, she felt cold steel plunged into her side; whipping around, she stood face to face with a cloaked figure, his short sword dripping with blood.  Enraged by the stealthy attack, Ossondrea brought all of her strength into her blows, quickly dropping the assailant to his knees.  Begging for mercy, he swore he wasn’t the fiend responsible for the murders; he had only plundered the bodies that were left lying helplessly on the streets.Disgusted and disappointed, Ossondrea, along with Traithelir and Rielle who had been drawn by the sound of battle, brought the cutpurse to the West Garrison barracks.  How did the letter get past the guards and onto Saeunn’s desk where Rielle found it?  Searching the outside of the guardhouse, it was rather easy to see that someone had forced their way through Saeunn’s window the previous night.  One question was answered, but another remained: why wouldn’t the guard on duty have noticed the noise?Rielle’s brow furrowed; when she left for her home last night, where had the guard been?  Rushing in and asking the morning-shift guard, her worries were confirmed—the late shift guard had never shown up.  Perhaps it was time for a visit to the guard’s house…</blockquote>

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