DM Wicht |
The grisly corpse is a very bady mangled body of a young girl.
Mitnal, after carefully searching for tracks does indeed find that there are the remnants of wet footprints near to the river, as if someone swam up to the lumber-mill from the river and then climbed in.
Searching the rest of the lumber-mill provides little more.
As you complete your investigations, the sheriff asks, "Thoughts?"
Gerhardt Eilif |
The grisly corpse is a very bady mangled body of a young girl.
Mitnal, after carefully searching for tracks does indeed find that there are the remnants of wet footprints near to the river, as if someone swam up to the lumber-mill from the river and then climbed in.
Searching the rest of the lumber-mill provides little more.
As you complete your investigations, the sheriff asks, "Thoughts?"
Gerhardt stares at the body in disturbed silence. Finally, he managed to speak. "Who is this?"
Gyorgy Elberion |
The grisly corpse is a very bady mangled body of a young girl.
Mitnal, after carefully searching for tracks does indeed find that there are the remnants of wet footprints near to the river, as if someone swam up to the lumber-mill from the river and then climbed in.
Searching the rest of the lumber-mill provides little more.
As you complete your investigations, the sheriff asks, "Thoughts?"
"There needs to be a reason for the killings. How was the Mill doing, financially? Was this an affair?"
I scratch my cheek thoughtfully and look around the room: "And what is that smell of rotten meat?"
DM Wicht |
Gerhardt stares at the body in disturbed silence. Finally, he managed to speak. "Who is this?"
The sheriff answers, "We're fairly sure its Katrina. Which means there was likely an affair. At least one. I don't look forward to having to tell her father. If it wasn't for the other killings, I would have said that jealousy was a motive."
Gyorgy Elberion |
Mitnal is stumped.
Here's a place where having read the adventure means I should keep my mouth shut. (Or, have all of you read it already?).
That is a good point, I have also read, and GMed, the adventures and was just thinking about how Gyorgy would respond. Unfortunately he has a rather bad head-cold today and can't concentrate... Over to you, Gerhardt
"Aaachooo!"
Gerhardt Eilif |
Gerhardt shrugs. "The smell is...hm. Goblins? Very smelly goblins? The bodies aren't that old."
Knowledge (nature) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
How quickly do bodies rot? Gerhardt is grasping at straws.
"Or it could be undead. That makes a bit more sense than your theories. Zombies, perhaps."
Mitnal |
The sheriff thinks for a moment and then says, "Sounds like you lot are as stumped as I am. But we do have a witness, as I think I said earlier. Problem is he's gone plain crazy and none of what he says makes any sense to me."
"Let's talk to him then ...," says Mitnal. "Who is it?"
Gyorgy Elberion |
Walking out of the Mill, they run into Kenzo, who is jogging up. "What's going on? I heard something's up, he asks. "Gerhardt, Sheriff," he adds with a nod.
It looks like you could still use a player or two.
Damn, Straight! High-fives all round!
"Oh, um, hey Kenzo." I drop my voice: "You'd best come inside. Brace yourself, it's pretty horrendous in here."
Mitnal |
"You look a little pale, Gyorgy," the monk says as he pats his friend on the back.
What can I say, I missed Mitnal's sense of humor. That, and I need a fun distraction. For what it's worth, btw, I have not read this adventure and am flying blind here.
Okay, well, we've got some odd clues ... You could read back for them if you wanted. There's rotted flesh on the axe; Blood on the handle of the axe (not the head of the axe, I believe); footprints coming up from the water; gnawing on the bodies ... (Does that sound about right?
DM Wicht |
DM Wicht wrote:The sheriff thinks for a moment and then says, "Sounds like you lot are as stumped as I am. But we do have a witness, as I think I said earlier. Problem is he's gone plain crazy and none of what he says makes any sense to me.""Let's talk to him then ...," says Mitnal. "Who is it?"
"The man's name is Grayst," says the sheriff, "He's a bit of a thug and I've always suspected he's more than a little willing to put the hurt on people if someone pays him enough, but he's always kept out of trouble when he's in these parts. He's currently at Habe's Sanitorium, south of town."
Kenzo |
Okay, well, we've got some odd clues ... You could read back for them if you wanted. There's rotted flesh on the axe; Blood on the handle of the axe (not the head of the axe, I believe); footprints coming up from the water; gnawing on the bodies ... (Does that sound about right?
Thanks, "Gerhardt." (nice bit, that) I've been reading along and am current, but for know, Kenzo will keep thoughts to himself. Mostly because I'm not sure what to make of it.
Gyorgy Elberion |
"Hey, thanks Sheriff."
I rack my brains to see if I know anything about Habe's Sanitorium:
knowledge (local) (1d20+6=21)
Mitnal |
Mitnal wrote:Okay, well, we've got some odd clues ... You could read back for them if you wanted. There's rotted flesh on the axe; Blood on the handle of the axe (not the head of the axe, I believe); footprints coming up from the water; gnawing on the bodies ... (Does that sound about right?Thanks, "Gerhardt." (nice bit, that) ...
Thanks. hehe.
Mitnal is ready to go.
Gerhardt Eilif |
"I suppose?" Kenzo says to Gerhardt. "I thought you were looking for some excitement and adventure? Now while I wouldn't make light of the death of our good citizens, it does seem like something foul is afoot."
Gerhardt frowns. "Of course. But obviously I would have some disinterest, since it looks like a typical murder/suicide, or perhaps a serial killer. It has little to do with me. But I'm helping, so I don't see what you're complaining about."
GeraintElberion |
Kenzo wrote:"I suppose?" Kenzo says to Gerhardt. "I thought you were looking for some excitement and adventure? Now while I wouldn't make light of the death of our good citizens, it does seem like something foul is afoot."Gerhardt frowns. "Of course. But obviously I would have some disinterest, since it looks like a typical murder/suicide, or perhaps a serial killer. It has little to do with me. But I'm helping, so I don't see what you're complaining about."
"Well, it means a lot to me. My Aunt Luba lives here, and some of my best childhood memories are from Sandpoint. It seems a bit futile to save the place from goblins and then leave a serial-killer stalking the streets."
I slap Gerhardt on the arm: "I know you'll help a buddy out."
Then I turn to Kenzo: "Hey, on our side is good enough for me. Let's get to this Sanatorium."
I taker the letter from the Sheriff and wish him well: "You can rely on us Belor. You've got a whole town relying on you, we can handle the investigations."
DM Wicht |
The house is not so far away as to require horses, though its far enough away that the idea of purchasing horses to facilitate travel becomes more appealing.
Habe's Sanatorium, more properly called, The Saintly Haven of Respite,is a two story building in a dale south of Sandpoint. The building, once it comes into sight is a fairly pleasant looking place, located at the end of a well kept drive. There is a small cottage just off the drive about three hundred yards before the front door of the sanatorium. A lone man sits on a stool outside the cottage, whittling. He watches you as you approach but says nothing at first. There is a servicable looking ax leaning against the wall behind the stool and the man looks quite muscular, and just a little weather-worn.
Finally when you are close enough, he volunteers a grunt and a nod of greeting.
Gyorgy Elberion |
I nod back and stop next to the man: "Hello, I'm Gyorgy."
I offer him my hand: "This is Mitnal, Kenzo and Gerhardt."
I nod in the direction of each of my fellows as I say their name.
DM Wicht |
Mitnal's initial knock draws no immediate response. A few minutes later, after another loud knock, the faint sounds of movement can be heard within.
Finally, the door opens and a man, late middle-aged, stares out. "Can I help you gentlemen?" He seems slightly put out and not altogether happy to see you. He is also just a little winded as if he had just hurried up a flight of steps in order to answer the door.
Gyorgy Elberion |
"I am he," says the man, a certain wariness in his eyes, despite Mitnal's winning personality "The sheriff sent you did he? I don't suppose you could come back. I was just in the middle of something and it requires constant attention."
"Well, we're not really here to see you anyway," I pause and smile: "Sheriff Hemlock asked us to come and speak to the gentleman he brought here a few days ago."
I flash another encouraging smile: "You'd really be helping everyone a lot if we could just have some time with the poor fellow. The Sherrif said we could rely on you."
DM Wicht |
"Oh, you're here for... Well you know he's really not,... That is to say that I was just,..." the man stammers for a bit trying to collect his thoughts as he moves out of the way to allow you in the door.
"The thing is, actually, I was just down with the poor fellow. I doubt he lasts another day. He's very sick and I was, well I was, that is, I was monitoring his condition."
"I don't know what good you can do. He's pretty delirious with fever. Ranting and raving and not really up to being questioned."
He motions for you to follow him as he talks.
Gyorgy Elberion |
"If his mind has gone then perhaps time will serve as his healer."
I pause for a moment before noting: "Although time is something we probably don't have agreat deal of at the moment."
DM Wicht |
He leads you through the first floor of the building to a set of stairs descending down to the basement. There is a faint suggestion of someone yelling from below.
"I am afraid he may be beyond even the aid of magic, at least any available to me. And he is still burning with fever. I doubt time is going to help him. Fortunately he's constrained with a jacket, so he's not a danger to himself. His symptoms are all very troubling. More than mere madness, such as I am accustomed to seeing."
Sense Motive?
GeraintElberion |
He leads you through the first floor of the building to a set of stairs descending down to the basement. There is a faint suggestion of someone yelling from below.
"I am afraid he may be beyond even the aid of magic, at least any available to me. And he is still burning with fever. I doubt time is going to help him. Fortunately he's constrained with a jacket, so he's not a danger to himself. His symptoms are all very troubling. More than mere madness, such as I am accustomed to seeing."
Sense Motive?
"Well, I'm sure you've done your best."