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Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

"Suicide is the gravest form of cowardice," grumbles Storn as he looks over the body, trying to keep back any militia with angry glares.

"If Gorum wanted us to kill ourselves we'd all be living in Taldor, God bless those poor bastards."

Storn takes a moment to say a prayer for all the poor bastards in Taldor while he examines the body.


Yelena:

The morning started out well enough, with breakfast and getting started at the shop. Work proceeded well, though you did hear some odd rumors about Rodrik Grast. At about ten o'clock, a messenger arrived, and told you that Kurst Grast wanted to meet you at the Ramblehouse as soon as possible. "Actually, he said 'right damned now' when I asked him, but I can't say that, now can I?"

Ramblehouse:

"See? Even these folk can see that Roddy couldn't have done this. Even the lady who just met him last night. I don't know why you clods would jump to suicide. Go tell my father. And be sure to tell him that I will be investigating this. Rodrik was a pain in the ass poet at times, but he was my brother and I will have vengeance or justice, whichever comes to hand!"

The two militia troopers left, tossing irritated glances at everyone in the room. As Storn and the ladies moved in to investigate, Kurst moved aside. He called a runner, and asked for him to go and bring the previous day's companions here so that he could get their statements.

Storn and the ladies found no signs of magic in the room, nor any signs of a struggle.

Quill and Yelena will come in after this post.


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

Vashta steps up as others clear out, watching Storn, Mariana and Molly examine the room.

"What do you think you'll find here? If someone was able to force him to do this to himself, he won't have left a clue."

"Who would want to hurt your brother, Kurst?"

Brothers... I wonder if mine is still looking for me, or if he's given up by now.


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Despite the dead body on the floor, Storn smirks at the retreating militiamen before he glances over irritably at Vashta.

"Someone could have slit his wrists for him, it's not complicated."

The big Kellid steps back, shaking his head. "But I don't see that. No big bruises from a struggle. I dunno. Weird way to kill yourself. He -" Storn looks over at Kurst. "Whoever did this to him wanted to send a message. Could have done a favour by writing it down. S'why it doesn't make sense. Suicide is shameful; private. And a poet would probably write a damn poem about it."


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

"Pain is not always expressed," Molly says as she squats by the body, looking at it from up close. "But yeah, a lively lad like him should have at least left a note. Hmmm. Did Rodrik mention meeting any special people lately? Ones he was more involved with than average?"


Yelena steps through the front doors of the Ramblehouse, still wearing her smithing apron and wiping soot from her hands with a rag. "Where's Kurst and what's all this fuss about?"

I'm purposely not reading other posts, I have no idea what is happening.


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Storn glances up as Yelena walks in, and steps back. He steps back to reveal the body of Rodrik Grath in the middle of the room, both wrists slashed, his hopeknife still in hand.

"Bad scene. This is Rodrik and he's dead, both wrists slashed by his own hopeknife. Looks like a suicide, if a weird one. No signs of a fight, no magic thingamajigers."

Storn grumbles something and stands, muttering a quick prayer to Gorum over the body.


F
Vitals:
HP: 29/31 | AC: 17 T: 13 FF: 14 | Fort +4 Ref +8 Will +5 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | Init +3 | Archaeologist's Luck 11/12 | Spells: 1st Level 3/5 2nd Level 3/3
Human
Skills:
Disable Device +15 | Perception +13 | Know: Arcana +12 Religion +11 | UMD +11 | Diplomacy, Spellcraft, +10 |
Archaeologist Bard 4
Skills Pt 2:
Know: Hist/Local/Nature +9 |Know:Dun/Eng//Nobility +8 | Acrobatics +7 | Linguistics, Perform (Oratory) +6 |

Taking notes in her journal, she begins sketching the scene as best she can. She has no really talent for it, but she is trying.

With that mindset firmly filling her, she almost doesn't hear anything else, "I am sure there are ways it could be done, but I do not know how to check for them..." she says softly as she looks about quietly, once more.


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Molly squats by the body, heedless of the blood she is getting on her feet, and looks to Kurst. "D'ye mind if we search his body?" she asks in a gentle tone. "Might be some clue on it."

If poor Rodrik's brother agrees, Molly gently and respectfully starts to search the corpse. Afterwards, she unthinkingly wipes the blood on her fingers off on her blanket.


As Yelena bursts into the room and gets the rundown from Storn, Quill shows up. he too is quickly brought up to speed and Kurst takes them aside to question them about Rodrik's mood the day before and if they had seen or heard anything that might explain his brother's death.

After he had done so, he looked at everyone gathered. "There are too many questions for me to write off Rodrik's death as a suicide. My brother would not do such a thing, yet with no obvious signs of foul play the militia cannot get involved. Especially as my father, as Commander of the militia is not going to handle Roddy's death well. The militia isn't a police force. It's more of a standing army that is geared towards fighting the orcs, and occasionally breaking up a tavern fight. That's why I asked Quill and Yelena to join us."

"I want you to look into Rodrik's death. Find out what you can, and report to me every day with what you have learned. My brother was killed, I am sure of it. And yet, I have no idea where to start looking for his killer. You have shown yourselves resourceful, and some of you have skills that cannot be found in the militia. You've already taken an interest in this. Will you help me further? I can pay. Not much, true, but some."


Yelena kneels beside the body with a pained expression on her face. She lightly touches his temple with her fingertips. "Of course we will help you, Kurst. Rodrik was one of our own, and we will not suffer such evil."

Know (local): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Does Yelena know anything about Rodrik? His friends? His enemies? His business dealings?


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Storn grumbles in his lilting accent.

"It will be done. This is harm to the community no matter what, and should be explained."

Storn then looks around at the others gathered.

"I know most of you, but not all." He indicates Molly and Mariana. "I am Storn."


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

Investigate? Me? I hardly know how to do that. And while I feel bad for the man, can I really spend that time away from the Grimoire? On the other hand ... if it was magic that made this man take his life, perhaps an investigation will lead me to the source ...

Vashta looks indecisive initially but then her expression firms into one of resolve.

"Very well. I will help. You deserve justice."

She blinks.

"So, where should we start?"

Perhaps that Carrin woman from outside yesterday. She clearly had powerful magics and clearly preferred to avoid us when we went to celebrate.

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill looks at Rodrik's body a long time before his mind processes what has happened and what is going on. Others might be explaining things to him, but he doesn't really hear them...losing time in his own thoughts and his remembrances of Rodrik.

He was always good to me. And I liked his poetry.

Quill looks about at the hive of scum and villainy assembled heroes, both local and new, and tries to push his sorrows aside. He listens to Kurst and nods, agreeing.

"I will help, Kurst. Ain't nothing I wouldn't do to help you or this town," Quill vows solemnly. He doesn't consider asking Cavinton for permission on this...but does feel a pang of guilt in not telling his 'father' what his work might not be done this day.

I got some back reading to do.


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

"I've got family in town, so I'd feel a bit squirrelly about leaving while there's a mystery killer on the loose," Molly says.

She rises, casually holding her blanket closed, and nods.

"Yeah, I'll do some digging, some looking around," she says, then glances down at herself. "Um. After I've had a brief wash and put on some clothes."

Shouldering her crossbow, she saunters out the room and returns to her own, to deal with personal hygiene and sartorial issues.


"Um...all right then... Kurst trailed off as Molly walked out of the room in her blanket. He shook himself slightly before continuing.

"The rest of you can fill her in afterwards, I suppose. You asked about Roddy's relationships and such. I suppose the secret doesn't matter now, but he was seeing Brinya Kelver. She's a half-orc - you probably already know that - and Father is too much of a bigot - hard to say, but it's true - to let him see her openly. Roddy wasn't to be dissuaded though, so he took their relationship out of open sight. It's why he lives here and not at home, I think. Easier to get to see her that way. Father and he had a huge row about it a few months back, and forbade any of the family to see her. I'd thank you if you could look in on her for me. Someone's bound to tell her of Roddy's death, and she'll take it hard."

"As for anything else, well, you know that white sword graffiti that's been painted everywhere? Roddy told me he was looking into that, seeings how no one can scrub it off. Some kind of magical hoojoo, and not something he'd seen before. Maybe Vashta might know something about that?" He quirked an eyebrow at the sorceress.

Graffiti:

White swords have been painted in various locations all over town, including in some of the rooms of the Ramblehouse. The perpetrators have not been caught, and no matter how hard or long someone scrubs, the marks won't come clean.

As he was talking, the pair of guardsmen returned with a stretcher. They were obviously there to take the body away. Kurst nodded to them, and they efficiently, but respectfully, rolled Rodrik onto it, covered him with a sheet, and hauled him away.

"Please, stay and look over the room for clues if you need to. I'll tell Cham you're to have the run of the house. You might ask her if she saw anything strange? I don't know. I can shoot a bow and swing a sword, but knowing what questions to ask...? anyway, she'll not like it, but she loved Roddy as much as everyone else, I think. That's what makes this so damn difficult. I mean, Rodrik's run some criminals in, but we all have. Until this morning I'd have said not a soul in town would have a serious problem with him."

He checked on the militia's progress and coughed. "I, um, need to go. I have to be there when Father sees him. This is going to be hard on him." Kurst excused himself, and began to walk from the room, already lost in grief once more.


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

Would Vashta know anything about the graffiti? The seemingly magical nature means she likely would have looked into it.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16 +4 more if it should be Know (arcana)


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Molly comes back before Kurst is able to leave, properly dressed this time, and stops him with a hand to the chest.

"Look," she says, "it's a horrible thing to be thinking of, but... If your town has an alchemist, it might be worth a shot to have them, um, look the body over. See if there's anything funky in his blood, if you catch my drift. He might've been poisoned to uh, go out of his head."


F
Vitals:
HP: 29/31 | AC: 17 T: 13 FF: 14 | Fort +4 Ref +8 Will +5 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | Init +3 | Archaeologist's Luck 11/12 | Spells: 1st Level 3/5 2nd Level 3/3
Human
Skills:
Disable Device +15 | Perception +13 | Know: Arcana +12 Religion +11 | UMD +11 | Diplomacy, Spellcraft, +10 |
Archaeologist Bard 4
Skills Pt 2:
Know: Hist/Local/Nature +9 |Know:Dun/Eng//Nobility +8 | Acrobatics +7 | Linguistics, Perform (Oratory) +6 |

Nodding slowly as she listens to Kurst, she makes a few more notes, and as she looks up to ask a quick couple of questions, the militia have left. Shaking her head she curses herself under breath, not liking the fact that she so often gets distracted like that.

With the task at hand, she thinks about what she has learned in town since her arrival...
Know Local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Then she goes about looking the room over, nice and detailed, checking everything.

Take 20 on Perception of the room. Result: 27


Vashta:
You probably looked into it, couldn't figure out how it was done, and then sniffed and decided it probably wasn't worth knowing anyways ;-)

Kurst nodded to Molly as he left, signifying that he would take her words under advisement.

Mariana scoured the room, looking for anything out of place. Rodrik was apparently a bit of a stickler for neatness. Other than the blood pool on the floor, nothing appeared out of place. She was on her hands and knees, looking under the bed when she saw it. A piece of paper was stuck between the bed frame and the wall. Pulling it out, she saw that it appeared to be a receipt.

Mariana mulled over the receipt, handed it to the nearest person, and continued to look over the room. She had an epiphany, remembering how the desk in her own room had a drawer with a trick bottom. She moved to the desk, and sure enough the second drawer had a false bottom, though the compartment there was empty.


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Molly has a good look at the receipt.

"Well, I don't think someone about to slit his veins would pick up a purchase and tuck away the receipt just beforehand," she mutters.


F
Vitals:
HP: 29/31 | AC: 17 T: 13 FF: 14 | Fort +4 Ref +8 Will +5 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | Init +3 | Archaeologist's Luck 11/12 | Spells: 1st Level 3/5 2nd Level 3/3
Human
Skills:
Disable Device +15 | Perception +13 | Know: Arcana +12 Religion +11 | UMD +11 | Diplomacy, Spellcraft, +10 |
Archaeologist Bard 4
Skills Pt 2:
Know: Hist/Local/Nature +9 |Know:Dun/Eng//Nobility +8 | Acrobatics +7 | Linguistics, Perform (Oratory) +6 |

"True, but why would someone order a hopeknife with their own name on it? That, too, seems odd. We should check the hopeknife that was used...see if it was that hopeknife...or if he had not picked it up yet, we should check out Morninghawk's..." she then goes about checking each of the drawers in the room for further false bottoms, just in case.


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

"And have a chat with ole Roddy's ladyfriend," Molly adds. "Look over that knife, too, just to be sure."

She frowns, pensive. "'Ere. Did daddy bigot have a bride set up for Roddy before he fell in love of his own accord? Does anyone know?"


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

"Probably 'daddy' would know," Vashta muses. "This reminds me of a tale from back home. There was a fine lad who liked a girl from a neighboring caravan, but neither of their parents were all too keen on each other. Both had a different person in mind, for each of their children. Some fifth cousins if I remember correctly. Well, the two ran off with each other. They found their bodies a few weeks later. Never did find out what killed them, probably because they were half-eaten by wild creatures ... or something.

"The smith seems like a good place to start, and maybe from there go talk to Brinya. Make sure nothing's eaten her too."

I'm assuming it's tradition to give a beloved a hopeknife with your name on it, meaning they love you enough to use it on you or something. Would Vashta know if that's the case.

Knowledge (local) untrained, if needed: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill finally catches up to the details and people's experiences so far.

He takes a moment to survey the scene for things others might have missed, looking for different things.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Survival - probably no tracks, butyouneverknow

He then goes to Cham.

"Hi Cham, you remember me, right? Quill? I come here to, you know, not drink sometimes?" Quill asks tentatively of the halfling. "Was anyone in the rooms next to Rodrik's? Can we look at those rooms?"

If there are keys, Quill will grab them (and knock on the doors before entering) and see if anyone heard or saw anything during the night.


"May I see that?" Yelena reaches out and politely takes the receipt to inspect it. "This is from my shop..."

I work at the Clamor. What do I know about this order, or the smith Urnsul?


Vashta:

Yes, trading hopeknives is a tradition in Trunau for the newly engaged.

Yelena:

Urnsul is a half-orc woman who was another of Sara Morninghawk's apprentices at Clamor. She up and left without notice a couple of days ago. You weren't close, and Urnsul had only been an apprentice for a few weeks. You don't know the circumstances, but Urnsul obviously convinced Sara to give her a job somehow, despite her lack of talent.

Quill:

The female halfling glared at Quill for a moment, then relented. "Yeah, okay, I knw you. Of course I know yuo. You only ever oder water, you sit at table four with your back to the wall, and you can't seem to take your eyes off of Marigold Pottersmoot whenever she's about. Kurst asked you to look into Roddy's death, did he? Well, I'll tell you what I told him. I don't recall anything out of the ordinary last night."

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill smiles at Cham.

"Yeah, that's me," Quill replies with an embarrassed titter.

Stupid Quill! STUPID!

Quill quickly turns to the task at hand and grabs the keys to the rooms surrounding Rodrik's. He goes to room on the left of Rodrik's.

*knock**knock*

If someone answers:

"Hi. I'm Quill. I'm detectiving what happened to Rodrik last night. Did you hear or see anything unusual last night?"

No one answers:

Quill lets himself in and carefully takes a look around.

Take 20 Perception = 30.

He will repeat the process with the right side room.


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Storn blinks stupidly as there is a whirlwind of activity around him as people explore the room and Quill rushes off to start opening doors. He nods over at Vashta.

"Good story. Everyone story should involve someone being eaten by wolves."[b/]

He looks Yelena's shoulder at the receipt, mouthing the words as he tries to read them.

[b]"Morn...in... oh, the weapon place. Engrah... engraving should read. Wait." He scowls at the receipt. "He bought a hopeknife for himself that said To Rodrik my Love on it? Even if it was to be given to a sweetheart to give back to him why wouldn't he just finance the gift? I'm so confused."

Grumbling, Storn squats down by the body to stare it over once more. He examines the hopeknife closely.

"Maybe there's something weird about this knife. You could say that he tried to do some romantic gesture, was spurned, and then killed himself in a hissy fit. Do we know his activities from last night? Who was the last person to see him alive?"


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

Vashta smiles at Storn's compliment and continues to look around.

"Trading hopeknives is a tradition here for the newly engaged. It appears Rodrik's relationship with Brinya was farther along than anyone realized.

"Something weird, though? Maybe...

Vashta casts a quick cantrip and looks around the room. Detect magic; I know Molly did already, but what does a strange, naked woman actually know about magic?


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Oy, I was wearing a blanket! :p Besides, a woman carrying a loaded crossbow is never naked.

"Maybe his girl can't make ends meet," Molly says in reply to Storn's grumbling about the hopeknife. "Sometimes, folks need a bit of pretense to be able to look 'emselves in the face in the mirror.

He didn't seem the type to slice himself in a 'hissy fit', though. Also, if he'd killed himself for lost love, don't you think there'd be a note?"

Molly taps her lower lip with one finger and looks pensive.
"I want to have a look at some of these 'white swords'. Rodrik was looking into them. I want to know what's what."


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

"White swords, the blacksmith's, the girlfriend. We have quite a full schedule, don't we?"


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Molly shrugs. "There's plenty of us," she says. "And poor Roddy's not getting any deader, sad to say. We can split up into two teams; one of our more ah, diplomatic members to go see the girlie, the other to head to the blacksmith's. Just in case the swords are dangerous, we tackle those together, pool our knowledge. Everyone okay with that?"

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14
Molly Blackfoot wrote:
He didn't seem the type to slice himself in a 'hissy fit', though. Also, if he'd killed himself for lost love, don't you think there'd be a note?"

"Or a poem. He was a poet, right? If this was a suicide, wouldn't there be an ode to cruel petunias or something?" Quill chirps in as he moves to explore the adjacent rooms.


Cham looks at Quill oddly, though she doesn't relinquish her keys. "Here, now! This is a prime establishment. You can't just go barging into to the rooms. There's a process. You gotta sign the guestbook, so's I can tell the militia if something goes missing!"

Vashta found no traces of magic in the room, as she, Molly, and Storn continued to talk. Storn looked at the hopeknife that Kurst had left with them and noticed something odd. The blade was of middling quality, and unmarred by etching of any kind.

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

"The only thing missing is your ability to realize who is a bad one and who is not, you old crank," Quill says under his breath.

Quill signs the log book, intending to return the keys as soon as he is finished.

He checks the names for the adjacent rooms and proceeds as his post above.


As Quill signs the book, and collects the keys from a still-miffed Cham, he noticed that the room beside Rodrik's has "human male" written, rather than a name.

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill makes a note of the 'human male' and continues on as two posts above.


Yelena raises her eyebrows. "Urnsul is a half-orc woman who was another of the apprentices at Clamor. She up and left without notice a couple of days ago. We weren't close, and she had only been an apprentice for a few weeks. I haven't a clue how, but Urnsul convinced Sara to give her a job. She was a terrible. How did she make this hopeknife? She couldn't smith a horseshoe, let alone a proper blade!"

Yelena would like to inspect the hopeknife. She has ranks in Craft (weaponsmithing). Does the workmanship appear to be something outside the abilities of someone with no skill or talent? Does Yelena remember watching Urnsul make this item? Did Urnsul need additional supervision due to her lack of skill?

When Urnsul "up and left," did she leave the Clamor or did she leave town?


Yelena:

Looking at the knife, it looks like a standard blank. Sara usually works with an apprentice to make the blanks, then either the apprentice finishes the knife or Sara does, depending on its use. Fancy knives with decorations go to Sara, while basic utility ones go to an apprentice. This knife appears to have had little done to it after the blank was made. Basically a bare polish and a simple haft affixed.

As for Urnsul, you don't know if she left town or not, though you haven't seen her since her last day at the smith's.


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Storn passes the hopeknife over. "Mediocre quality, and no engraving. I think we need to find this Urnsul. There's a story behind this knife."


F
Vitals:
HP: 29/31 | AC: 17 T: 13 FF: 14 | Fort +4 Ref +8 Will +5 | CMB +2 CMD 15 | Init +3 | Archaeologist's Luck 11/12 | Spells: 1st Level 3/5 2nd Level 3/3
Human
Skills:
Disable Device +15 | Perception +13 | Know: Arcana +12 Religion +11 | UMD +11 | Diplomacy, Spellcraft, +10 |
Archaeologist Bard 4
Skills Pt 2:
Know: Hist/Local/Nature +9 |Know:Dun/Eng//Nobility +8 | Acrobatics +7 | Linguistics, Perform (Oratory) +6 |

"There is always a story. That's why people like me exist," she practically whispers. This had shaken her slightly. She had not really been exposed to such things in the past. She wanted to explore dead places...not dead people. But, with a deep breath, she looks about the room one last time and then looks to the rest. "I think the idea to split up is likely a sound one. We should get to work on this as quickly as possible."


"Besides spit and polish, there is little done to this blade beyond affixing a haft. Which, by the way, is a task performed by dwarven children to earn extra allowance... It's not hard. We need to find Urnsul."

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill quickly turns to the task at hand and grabs the keys to the rooms surrounding Rodrik's. He goes to room on the left of Rodrik's.

*knock**knock*

If someone answers:

"Hi. I'm Quill. I'm detectiving what happened to Rodrik last night. Did you hear or see anything unusual last night?"

No one answers:

Quill lets himself in and carefully takes a look around.

Take 20 Perception = 30.

He will repeat the process with the right side of Rodrik's room.

Im totally with you guys on the split up plan, but wanted to finish Quill's investigation first.


Male CG Human Warpriest 10 | HP: 75/75| AC: 24 (13 Tch, 21 Fl) | CMB: +12, CMD: 22 (+2 bull rush, +4 vs disarm) | F: +9, R: +2, W: +10 | Init: +2 | Perc: +3, SM: +7 | Speed 20ft | Spells: 6/6 5/5 4/4 1/1 | SW 10/10 | Blessings: 8/8 | CLW: 21/50 LR: 47/50 Fervor 8/8 | Active conditions: Beautiful

Storn nods affirmatively as he looks around the room.

"Good. I think we can do three groups then. Two to retrace his steps from last night. Two to find this Urnsul and look at the knife. Two to look at these magic sword things. Make sense? Vashta and..." He stares at Molly, not knowing her name. "Weird-eye should do the magic stuff I think. Yelena obviously should look into the knife. I dunno about me or the others."


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

"No, we tackle the swords together and then split up, Blood-'n-Guts," Molly corrects Storn. "If they're serious bad nees, we might need the numbers."


Quill:

Quill found no occupants in the rooms to either side of Rodrik's room. The left one held nothing of note, the last occupant apparently having left days ago. In the right room, however, the bed showed signs of having been used last evening. In addition, one of the white sword graffiti marks had been left on the wall. Thinking about Rodrik's hidey hole in the desk, Quill checked the desk. The surface of the desktop was badly marked with dagger marks, and the top drawer was difficult to open. But, the drawer did indeed have a secret compartment, and inside was a scrap of parchment.

Silver Crusade

Quill Wand of CLW: 24/50 (6612) HP 57; AC 21 (23vgiants)/15/16; F+8,R+8,W+11;Init +5; Perc +18;Kn Eng+5; Rel+12,SenseMot+7,Spllcrft +13;Surv +14

Quill reads the letter with increasing excitement.

"Hey guys..." Quill mumbles...reading more.

"Hey guys..." Quill says louder.

"Hey guys!!! I found something!!" Quill holds out the note and explains, inviting people into the room adjacent to Rodrik's.

"It was in the secret desk compartment. Cham mentioned that a human male took the room last night."

Quill proudly looks to answer any questions people might have.

"Oh...and that. That's there...on the wall." Quill points to an sword graffiti on the wall in white paint.


Female Gnome Witch 9/Brawler 1: Init +1; Perception +4; AC 12 (+1 Dex., +1 natural); hp 69; Fort +5; Ref +5; Will +6

Molly tsks, but looks the letter over anyway.

"Well, that's another strike against the idea of suicide," she says. "Right, then. I'll take a magical peek at that piece of graffiti; you all stand ready to catch me if I fall over or hold me down if I start trying to stab folks."

Unless there are any objections, Molly chants a single Word of Power and makes a gesture. She then looks at the white sword...

Detect magic & Spellcraft 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22


HP 125, AC 32, F +20, R +22, W +21, Per +20 Sorcerer 13

Vashta steps up next to Molly, not willing to be outshown.

"Let me," she says, quickly saying her own incantation and looking at the white sword.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

"Hmmph. She's right," Vashta nods as Molly recounts what she sees.

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