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Message: <blockquote data-quote="gideonpepys" data-source="post: 6229768" data-attributes="member: 79141">Session 95c - RHC HQOn the way out of Delft's office the unit was  button-holed by a dapper, charismatic young journalist named Bartholomew  Pryce.  The late Johann Grimm (Korrigan's contact at The Flint Tribune) had mentioned him before - he used to rent an office in the same building and published an anti-establishment paper called The Pryce of Progress  that was heavily critical of the monarchy and the RHC.  Pryce pressed a  copy of the latest issue into Korrigan's hand, along with his card  (which had the address of the Tribune building scribbled out, his home  address scribbled on).  The paper was inexpertly pressed using some  cobbled together equipment (now that the Tribune press was gone).  Pryce  confessed his left-leaning tendencies, but offered Korrigan the same  'mouthpiece to the people' Grimm had given him, in return for access.   Pryce had heard Korrigan's speeches and read his articles and felt sure  that, if anyone, Korrigan could win him around to a more positive view  of the constabulary. Later, Korrigan read the lead story which criticized the recent crackdown in Parity Lake.  The editorial suggested this was a pointless exercise in tidying up the city before the Peace Talks.  Police manpower had been drawn away from the pursuit of the dwarven terrorists and from the hunt for a 'child-killer' in the  Cloudwood.  Pryce also went to visit Professor Ludo Marcione, and offered him a similar deal. He was interested in finding out how Ludo and his team felt about being replaced on the 'Kell case'. Down in the evidence room, the bronze golem housing Alexander Grappa greeted the unit with an enthusiastic HELLO.  He had a typewriter connected up to a gramophone speaker, and was able to haltingly broadcast what he  typed.  Justin Rollins stood behind his chair, beaming proudly at his new invention.  Uru was fascinated and congratulated the big man.  Making one for poor Khoomrung Morkanstall was mooted until they realised he had  no fingers to type with.  Fashioning hooks or mechanical fingers or something similar was discussed before Grappa gave a loud AHEM! He asked what if any progress had been made with the golem eye, and whether access to his old workshop had been arranged.  The latter was easily sorted - Grappa would be escorted from the building incognito and taken there by carriage.  As for the eye - well, the unit could only confess that they were doing their best, as yet to no avail.  Grappa told them  that the signals he was receiving from the eye were out of date.  Designed only to transmit a few inches, the weak signal was taking days  to reach him and sometimes gave out entirely.  He now thought the eye was surrounded by twisted metal, somewhere that felt 'both inside and out'. Prompted by their  meeting with Grappa, Korrigan was reminded to submit a request that Harkover Lee attempt to dispel his geas.  He also called in a favour with the Flint police, releasing a citywide APB for the dwarven cultists, with descriptions of key figures provided by Kvarti Gorbartiy.  The Drakren gunman was only too eager to help.  He felt his debt to Rumdoom was yet to be paid.  The unit considered deputising him, but Kvarti was not keen.  He had no reason to kill Kell Guilders or fey.  The eschatologists however - they were fair game.  He and Rumdoom patched up their differences in traditional dwarven fashion (which to non-dwarves looked very much like a cuddle).  Kvarti promised he would fashion a 'great weapon' for Rumdoom. Malthusius went to the morgue where he conjured the spirit of Thered Kharngraft.  To say he was the more talkative of the brothers was like gauging the comparative loquacity of two stones, but Malthusius judged that he would respond if sufficiently provoked.  He began by telling the angry spirit that 'your end comes when I say it does' and dismissing his petty 'doomsday cult'.  Thered corrected him: "Doomsdays. Multiple days of doom.  Zubov will grind your city into the dust."  Malthusius then tricked Thered into showing off about the bomb they had constructed, learning that its timing was precise (26 minutes, 18 seconds) and that it was almost impossible to defuse.  But the cultists had been more guarded than Malthusius thought: when it came to questions about  their next attack, or their current whereabouts, Thered did not know the answer.</blockquote>

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