Asher approaches the others. "Got a lead. You won't like it." He says, his voice a low growl.
When it seems they have a bit of privacy (he won't mind about the regular police) he explains that Xambria had come to visit before Bergeron's death.
"Not sure if that adds towards being his killer, but she's our only suspect just now."
Johnathan nods. "We've done all we can here..."
Nem... was all that he wispered
"Sure" Asher agrees with Falko.
"What's our current theory of what happened at the site, and how it fits here? Who stole the seal? Is the seal the energy you are feeling around here that scaled the wall outside? Maybe the energy is from one of the creatures that attacked us before. It climbed or flew up the wall and... Just went THROUGH the window and wall, ate Bergeron's brains and then left. Why? Who sent it, Xambria? Does she have the seal? Why would she need to assassinate Bergeron? We should interview her for certain, esecpially about the star-maps overheard by the other guests here, but I'm doubting she is immediately responsible."
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The group splits up each going to his apartment, Chretien still thinking he is Sarya makes his way to the Dream Merchants Compound but is not allowed entrance.
Asher
In addition, I will also like to discuss your potential career advancement be it in politics, the RHC or even a return to the military of Risur.
Sincerely yours,
Lord Viscount Inspector Niles Price-Hill
Falko
The letter reads Dear Constable Escheus,
We know you are one of us, a Docker a hard working man in this city where none of us can get a fair shake, whether it be the lockins in Parity Lake or such. The situation is such, although you were there when the Fair went awry and a man one was inadvertently shot, the local police are still holding the great entertainer, Rock Rackus, under guard and we seem to think that someone may have put out a hit on him.
Please could you speak on his behalf or at the minimum could you meet me at the Thinking Man's Pub at 7pm, I am there with almost every night.
Respectfully,
Thames Grimesly
Angus
the writer were so used to signing and sealing his letters that he almost mailed it with his name affixed. There is no return address, but it reads: By Decree of the Old Stag:
You, servant of Srasama, have been chosen to strike
a blow for our order. The swine Rock Rackus has
insulted us for the last time. At our latest secret
gathering, the Old Stag said he thinks the man deserves
to die, and we must carry out his desires, because
he speaks for the Unseen Court. The pig deserves to
die, and you are to do the deed!
Do it however you want, but make sure it makes the
news, so we can verify that you did it. Your actions
will earn us both favor.
— A Fellow Hand of the Goddess
Chretien
Lovely to meet you outside of official University business where we can talk. I must add that it was fascinating to be able to see the Staff of the Ancients as well as the sword and the medallion as well. I am enclosing an invitation to you and your team as a reminder.
By the way, I spoke with a colleague here at the University, a Colonel Harlock, who sometime teaches here at Pardwright but mostly does his teaching at the Battalion on Pine Island. Anyway, he said he used to be a teacher of a colleague of yours who is on assignment, a Constable Savan Harn. He would like to speak with you at the university at around noon. He will be here for the next few days or so.
Best of Luck!
Professor Hans Weber
Johnathan
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Asher reads the letter, and his mouth drops slightly agape as he reads the potential offer to rejoin the military. He gets himself a bottle of something and sips at it straight as he attempts to compose a letter.
Honorable Lord Viscount Inspector Niles Price-Hill,
Assuming I live through the duties facing me in the Royal Homeland Constabulary, I will be attending your ball. I don't yet know about bringing a guest, but I shall make a cursory attempt at acquiring one.
I'm eager to attend a gathering of old soldiers without having to suffer the casual nature to which the rest of the upper-class seem to think of a soldier's death, and share drinks and stories in good company.
...
...
As far as my political advancement. I think for now my desires are to stay in the RHC for the foreseeable fut-
....
It is my wish that I return to the Risur Military at the soonest convenien-
....
He tears the letter up and rewrites it, this time leaving out anything to do with his opinion on his career. He signs it:
LeMond Asher, Former Cheif-Engineer. RHC
He puts the letter with his outgoing mail and finishes the bottle.
Cretien, when next the team gathers, hands out invitations to the team. It is from Prof. HANS weber who would like to talk to us.
Day 10 Autumn, 500 AOV
Angus
The five of you make your way to HQ to report in to Delft. He notices right away that some of you look a little worse for wear and says, "Hmmmm, I've heard that they party rough down in Bole but damn, what happened to y'all." as he spits out the chaw he has in his mouth.
"You get back and fifteen seconds later, you find one of our suspects dead. Any leads?"
"I'd rather not go back there, Delft. It's a bad place," Johnathan says a bit pleadingly.
"What?! How?! When?! The cops that arrested him better not have anything to do with it! It's absurd that he's still being held, it was clearly an accident!"
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"Rough? ROUGH? Hah! Rough is a hail of gunfire in a jungle. Rough is the sea trying to tip your ship over at night. What we found was hellish!!"
He tries to keep himself more or less composed, but his hands shake as he remembers the fey titan. "ACI, it was bad. As you can tell, some of us have been burned by some kind of acidic shit, and we're lucky for that. I don't suppose we have any healers that can put us back in fighting conditions? I feel like Constable Holbrook here could shove me over right now."
Delft responds to Falko, "Son, you must be in really bad shape by calling me 'Sarge.'"
He then chews on Falko's words, "Hmm, the Slatian archaeologist. Paying her a visit should definitely be in the cards for today."
Delft then moves over to Asher and puts his hand on his shoulder and says, "Ok, I might be able to help with that."
"Yes, yes... yes... let's go see her," Johnathan says a bit distractedly, eager to get moving.
No a bad idea Falko, let go and have a chat with the man. Let's see if that threat is real before we head out again
he looks at the others
if you don't mind
Cretien remains quiet and introspective, occasionally seen looking at his hands or tugging at clothing to see it better.
Asher turns to the group before separating. "If you find Xambria..." he says, pointing at the others and addressing them gravely. "... GET HER to tell you what she was talking to Bergeron about, and anything odd she saw in his room. Witnesses overheard her say something about star maps so if she doesn't speak on it you know she's lying!"
Delft says, "You should definitely follow up on that."
The party splits with A+A going to first Cippriano's and the rest going to Pardwright University to go find Dr. Xambria Meridith.
Angus and Asher
He sees Angus and says, "Buenosera, a Caribinieri who took down the mayore... hmm, I ah don't knows you so good. And whosa your Amico."[/ b]
The Rest
The Rest
'I haven't seen her is several days' he explains, 'and she won't answer her door. The university has a spare key to her suite, so earlier this morning I used it to enter and check if she was okay. The rooms are empty: she's gone.' He wrings his hands. 'I don't know where.'
The rest
Either John or Falko cast the ritual: it detects strong energies here, that came and entered through the doorway.
In the middle of you searching the room, Dr. Weber pulls Chretien aside.
Chretien
Once you bypass security and are frisked several times, the Colonel takes you through some tunnels and security doors to a huge underground room covered in crates of ice and bizarre machinery. 'Colonel Harlock, pleased to meet you Chretien'[b], he introduces himself. His uniform is highly decorated for such a young man, and he has a fantastically-styled moustache.
He chuckles to himself and says [b]'I still find this all interesting, you being a Danoran after all." and then continues "You probably recognize these", he points to the iced palates and the autopsied bodies of the tentacled monsters you fought at the fair ground. 'The study of newly-discovered creatures or magic is crucial for the Risur military', he explains. 'Im writing a thesis called Methods of Extricating Warriors from a Variety of Tentacled and Tendriled Monsters,' He tells you over a small glass of sherry later in his small clean office. 'I'd appreciate if you can tell me everything you remember about the staff and the monsters'. He writes it all down methodologically, forgetting nothing, asking pertinent questions throughout. 'Excellent. I'll stay in touch with you, and give you a copy of the thesis when its done. If you find out anything else please keep me informed.'
AA
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Johnathan
A+A
Chretien
Asher arcs an eyebrow at Cippriano, but otherwise let's Angus talk to him.
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A+A
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A+A
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Chretien