Splatterman? Kendra, what happened? Spugnoir looks at the book.
"My name. Written in the book. In blood." she stammers visibly shaken.
Spugnoir looks worried. The book might be haunted, we best wait for the others before anything more is done.
As she slowly calms down her eyes fixed on the book she explains. "The Splattermann was a murderer too. He spelled out the name of his next victim in blood in public places. Sometimes over weeks. Before he finally murdered them."
Well we certainly have to see about your safety, get this book examined that is for certain.
Brother Vasrk closes his book and puts down his pen.
He looks intently at the book and says to no one in particular:
Yes, Need to keep her protected... Letters in blood, why does that...
He sits up straighter and suddenly lifts his eyes to meet Kendra's and Spugoir's
There was a large V written in blood on the monument this morning. Is this the first disturbance you have had of this type? Is it possible that the spirit of the murder has taken control of someone and is leaving messages for people again?
Anyone with a name that starts with V?
"Oh no!" Kendra burst out. Going through the names of the people she knows only one comes to mind. "Vashian Hearthmount, the councilman that read the last will of my father!"
Oh dear, we should visit him right away
Hmmm, Councilman Hearthmount is hosting a town hall tonight for citizens to discuss the events that are going on in town. At least you Miss Lorrimor should attend and keep an eye on him. I will be more then happy to accompany you to keep you safe and be of aid if needed.
"I was hoping you all would come to the meeting. As it seems, you're the only ones who actually have an idea what is going on here." Kendra says.
The Meeting is for citizens, I worry our presence may cause resentment or draw the blame of the events discussed in the meeting to the newcomers.
After a little more small talk Darius wishes Father Grimburrow farewell and heads back to the Lorrimor home to meet up with the rest of the gathered party.
"It's a public meeting. No one checks at the entrance. You will probably be eyed with suspicion by one or the other. But Father Grimburrow knows you and the Sheriff knows you too. Just don't shout at the councilmen and you should be fine."
"And as for being blamed. It's much less probable to happen when you're there." Kendra replies.
Indeed, we can perhaps use this as an opportunity to show our willingness to help the town.
True... Then it sounds like we both agree we should go with you to the town hall.
We need to help the people get out safely! Spugnoir begins making sure nobody gets trampled.
Looking around at the fire Grergof's eyes widen.
Damn, no time for niceties.
Miss Lorrimor we are going to need a bucket line. Try to arrange it. Mr. Redgrave, help her. I'm going to make sure the councilman and people near the front are OK.
With that he forces his way near the fire to make sure nobody is hurt or on fire.
Darius rushes up to Kendra "We'll have to push through the crowd and get the line going from outside." he says and if Kendra agrees he'll make his way with her and try exit the building and look for the fire buckets. "Theres only one exit. This is gonna be difficult. Some of you try get the fire under control! Use the curtains to smother the spreading flames!"
Spugnoir's hand twitches near a bomb, but he suddenly remembers that hurling fire is a bad idea and so hurls a vial of holy water at one, hoping they are undead.
Try holy water or holy power!
Hearing the window crash Grergof redirects his action heading to intercept the creature.
As he sets himself between the skull and the people he draws out his flail.
You are not getting to them you abomination!
Jominda rips down the curtains and starts beating the fire out with it.
Father Grimburrow helps by casting create water over the curtain and the fire.
"Dammit all, get the other curtains!" Darius says to ayone who hears, and uses the flask of holy water on the other skull. Pulling it from a pouch at his side he takes careful aim and throws it at the flaming skull. "Iomedae guide my hand to strike true." He says at it sails through the air.
Er... you're welcome Grergof... Darius says embarrassingly, and awkward smile on his face.
Anyone have more holy water? I am a good shot
Assuming that Grergof is now in a clear area - Greggof swings his heavy flail at the skull.
If there are still people close (because the councilmen are still on the stage or still in the press of people trying to get out.)
Spugnoir gets to work helping to beat out the fire.
Jominda drops the curtain moves over to Grergof grabbing a chair on the way and beats the flaming skull with it.
Almost hitting Grergof she sends the skull to the ground where it breaks to pieces and is destroyed. "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Would you please help putting that fire out?" She turns around to get the wet curtain again.
Darius runs to Jominda and helps her with the wet curtains to put out the fire. "May I?" He says to Jominda as he takes hold of the curtains to help.
"Great. So much for calming down the people and dispel their fears. What are you going to do now?" the sheriff asks the council.
"How should I know? Do you want to get to the bottom of this?" Councilman Muricar replies.
"That's way above my pay grade." Sheriff Caeller gives back.
As the room falls silent Grergof steps up and says.
Sirs, I know we are outsiders, but your people are clearly in danger. As such my companions and I are ready to assist this village in any way we can.
Indeed, I will certainly offer my healing skills to treat burns.
"Thank you for your offer. But I think Father Grimburrow has the healing covered. But we need someone to put an end on these horrible attacks of undead!" Councilman Muricar replies desperately.
"And I don't even know where to start."
During this exchange Darius is strangely quiet. Carefully watching the sheriff throughout.
Then suddenly as if snapping out of a haze he turns to Jominda and the tension falls from his shoulders and a smile spreads across his face.
"Jominda, are you alright? You did some great work in there. Both on the flaming skull and the firefight."
Jominda wipes her sweaty forehead. "Thank you. But I guess I was just lucky with that hit." Checking herself she adds "I seem to be alright."
"And thank you for being here and not running away." she says with a smile and frowning towards the Sheriff and the Council she adds "Or standing around uselessly. You and your friends keeping a cool head really saved the day. I'm glad our town hall didn't burn down."