None.
Larissa looks at the window, finally rejoining the present after her moment of rage, and asks, "Sir, what is the best route for one to get outside that window? The nearest door, that is?"
He has a page show you.....it's a bit of a tidy step.
N'kai will check the bloodless skin: looks like it could belong to a flesh golem? Or some other creature?
It's definitely a flesh golem's hide.
Just to avoid red herrings,....no there weren't adamantium nails to flense the thing's skin. It tore the flesh, but probably didn't do a hp's worth of damage to the tuff bastard.
As Larissa gets outside the window, it starts drizzling. There's pour off from the roof as well. The page starts shivering under his umbrella.....he offers it over her, but looks hesitant. He's seen her tantrums.
"Thank you, no. We must learn what we can before it washes away."
He stares at Larissa; looks at her hands.
"The ground. Look at the ground. You have nothing to fear from my hands - unless you don't look at the ground!"
It's been too rainy of late, to see any tracks outside this window.
Damn Ustalav, and its incessant moody drizzle!
Seeing rain starts to pour outside the window, N'Kai also sprints outside with Larissa to search for clues before they disappear
The ground's too wet, it's been raining too long.
Somebody dropped something though.
It looks like a folding pocket knife.
MMMMMM TIME TO EAT
Huzzzzzah!
Hizzzurp!
N´kai searchs for markings or inscriptions on the knife
There are none.
Larissa nods, "Good eyes, I missed that. Can you tell would it have been used by a burglar, possibly?"
Edwin stands back, observing the entire scene. Looking nonplussed at the investigations of the 'amateurs'.
But he is obviously SO distracted by their bumbling attempts, that he is completely thrown off of his own game.
Yeah, that's his story. :/
It has a knife, a fish scaler, and a hook puller.
It would've been used by a fisherman.
"A fisherman's tool? What would an intelligent golem be doing with a fisherman's tool?" Edwin muses aloud.
He looks at the others.
"I wonder if one of our helpful, friendly swamp guides is missing a tool?"
"Excellent idea, mr. Drood. I doubt this belongs to any employee of the university, although we can ask professor Crowl about it.
May I also suggest we investigate the local docks?? That is, if all of you are willing to take me along... Maybe the owner of the knife is closer to home that one would think. Hopefully he or she can shed some light on the otherwise puzzling events that took place here."
Upon being shown the knife, Crowl just scratches his head, but doesn't know anything about it.
Huzzzzah!!!!!
Edwin rubs his still-aching head. He KNOWS that the clues are right there in front of him. But the leftover ache from the mental (attack? Spell? Glyph? He's not even sure) prevents him from focusing properly.
mwahahahaha
right on.
It looks like the thing went in there under control. How else could it open a window to hand the effigy to someone outside? Someone who dropped a fisherman's pocketknife perhaps? Then,....the beast went berserk.....
Huzzzah!
Huzzzzah!!!!!,
"The beast calmly enters, hands this evil thing to someone outside the window, and goes crazy. Why did he go crazy? OR maybe, why was he able to calmly enter?"
mwahaha!
back in an hour
huzzzah!
"It may posses intelligence, but it is still a golem. Perhaps it can be controlled as any other creature could? That would explain it's entering under control, and THEN 'going beserk' as you so quaintly put it."
"Or perhaps the loss of control was unplanned. It is my understanding that controlling such things is far from assured. It may even be possible that the capture of the creature was unplanned. While I surmised that the captured creature makes for an excellent scapegoat, as a free-ranging threat, to be destroyed on sight for it's supposed crimes, It would have been far more difficult to examine the evidence and make the discoveries that we have." Edwin points out as a lecturer to a class.
"Aren't there magics that can locate, or at least look in on, the knife's owner?" Rholf asks the group at large...
Alinya looks up at Rholf's question. "There are indeed, friend Rholf. The school of divination are rife with them. Unfortunately the only such spell that I know requires a drop of lost blood rather than discarded cutlery. I am hopeful that our investigators will lead us in the right direction despite my arcane failures."
Rholf looks hopeful, then slightly crestfallen as Alinya speaks... Then, he brightens once again. "Is the necessary spell one that we could purchase here in the city, either as a scroll or as a service? Not that I doubt the skill of our investigative prowess, of course. Just seeking the path of least resistance."
It was too long ago anyway.
Huzzzzah!!!
Weird; I don't see any spells like that up to legend lore.
"It may posses intelligence, but it is still a golem. Perhaps it can be controlled as any other creature could? That would explain it's entering under control, and THEN 'going beserk' as you so quaintly put it."
"Or perhaps the loss of control was unplanned. It is my understanding that controlling such things is far from assured. It may even be possible that the capture of the creature was unplanned. While I surmised that the captured creature makes for an excellent scapegoat, as a free-ranging threat, to be destroyed on sight for it's supposed crimes, It would have been far more difficult to examine the evidence and make the discoveries that we have." Edwin points out as a lecturer to a class.
Riddles inside of enigmas, tied up in a tidy little bow of catgut.
It's Christmas time, in a timeless place called....the Twilight Zone.
Huzzzah!!!!!
Edwin paces back and forth, rubbing his chin so hard it looks as though he might wear it out. He muses over the clues, trying to find a new way to fit the pieces together,...
Edwin paces back and forth, rubbing his chin so hard it looks as though he might wear it out. He muses over the clues, trying to find a new way to fit the pieces together,...
d20+9
It's not a very unique thing, and there's no "maker's mark" on it.
Your roll succeeds, and you realize that it will be next to impossible to figure that out.