The Xen'drik Chronicles Chapter 1: Murder at Morgrave

[DEFCON 1]

Pohl turns from hammering away at the door and his eyes fall upon the window. To his surprise, he catches sight of a piece of brown wool caught on the stonework around the metal bars. "What the?!? What is that--"

He moves over to the window and reaches out to grab the cloth. Pulling it off where it is caught, he does a quick evaluation of the window, the bars, the wool, and the stonework itself. "No man could fit through these bars. Are we dealing with a fey of some sort?" He puts his head up to the bars and looks through the window to the outside to see what he can see. "Although I don't see how a fey could cause a bookcase to fall down or open the door above. Too small. Are we dealing with a man who can shift his size perhaps? Odd".

He begins doing a complex search of the bars and the window, checking to see if perhaps any of the stones are loose or there is a door hidden in the window. Where the wool was snagged is a prime place to begin.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Should you be doing that, man? Disturbig the scene like that? When the city watch gets here, they're going to search this place, Anything you disturb could affect their work,' says Joskar, his gaze nonetheless looking around the room for anything that may be of interest. His voice is low, and it is difficult to tell if he is jesting or being serious. Giving the situation, one would hope he is being serious...

 

[reel_big_gish]

The two guards glance at each other for a moment, their good moods melting off their faces. The smaller guard of the pair turns tohs companion and barks out a quick order. "Haar, you get down to the post and tell the Sarge. I'll go along to Morgrave and try and sort this all out." Nodding, Haar trots down the street

On the short walk back into the library, the watchman talks little, and seems mildly displeased with having his otherwise uneventful patrol disturbed. Upon reaching the body, theguards look changed to exasperation. "I mean no disrespect, but I thought you said someone had been murdered. The bookshelf fell on him plain as day. Unless one of you saw someone push it on him, I can't say as I see the need for the Watch to get involved."

Meanwhile, Pohl conducts his search of the window and environs, but finds nothing of interest beyond the torn wool.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Joskar takes a step back, the relisation dawning that the guard might just have a point. He scolds himself for his rashness and momentary loss of logic, and makes to return to his desk, though something keeps him there. For all the evidence in defece of the guards' claims, he cannot but help think that there is something more to this than casual thinking would reveal. 'Someone heard hurried footsteps and a door closing quickly after the... ah, incident, watchman.'

OOC: a silly question probably, but is it possible to tell whther or not the Devram was reaching for a particular book on the shelf?

 

[Watus]

Telan shakes his head. "No, not at all." He rolls Devram on his side and points to the wound on his back. "See here? A stab wound: cauterized, as though from a hot blade - probably magical."

 

[ByteRynn]

Ethan turns to the watchman who just questioned his intelligence.

"See? Murder. I wouldn't have brought you here if it was simply an accident."

 

[reel_big_gish]

Seeing the wound in Devram's back, the guard nods his head. "Ah. that wasn't immdiately apparent. Now then, I don't suppose any of you will give me problems over this, but I have to ask that no one leaves until Private Haar returns with reinforcements. It shouldn't take but a few minutes, but I'm sure the sargeant will have questions for all of you."

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Joskar shrugs at the comment. 'I have resach left to do: i was not planning on leaving anyway,' he says, returning to his desk. A shadow seems to have come over his face, as though the gravity of what had just happened has finall sunk in.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Grabbing the bars with both hands, Pohl gives a frustrated yanking on them... as though he's expecting the bars to suddenly pop out for some reason. "Bahhhhh! Stupid! Stupid! Who get's their cloak caught on a wall?" He lets go of them, releases a long breath out from between his teeth, then goes back over to the door. He'll give it one or two more whacks with his warhammer to see if he can indeed break the door open, but if it turns out too strong he'll give up and return back up to the library.

If the door does indeed bust open, he'll quickly continue on past and see if he can pick up any hint of a trail of someone who has just recently passed that way.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Assuming the loud banging is audiable by those surrounding the body, Se'ket listens to them for a few breaths before speaking up to the Watch. "Just after I heard the crash of the bookcase, I heard footsteps and what sounded like a door opening and closing. Another man, a rather large one, apparently heard that as well, and went that way," here she points towards where Pohl went, "to see if he could catch the source of the noise. I assume he's either found it or is trying to."