Azubah |
Azubah tries his best to think of a question that would make this turn of events clearer but he comes up with nothing. The others are better at divining the pattern of thinking in regard to this robbery and murder. Perhaps I will be more useful once we meet with others who played a hand in this. And I still think the widow knows more than she is saying.
Borax Bohan |
"So do we still want to see the body or track down the two humans?"
Borax posed the question to the group.
Talgil Larathian |
"Since it would seem we're not welcome investigating the body itself, I think we should track down the dealers." Turning to the skulk, "You mentioned Kymeth and Onamae 'come around when they need something'. Where do they 'come around' to? And do you know any local businesses they frequent?"
Diplomacy (Gather info): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Follow up: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Talgil Larathian |
"Can you show me on a map where abouts or give me some directions?" After that, "Then I think I'm done and ready to see the scene of the crime, if everyone else is."
If I assume that the local shiver dealer is using a legitimate business as a front, then that would imply that Kymeth and Onamae aren't the source since someone else would have to run the business. It would also give this particular business a potential connection if it's a front. Too bad the best person to ask is dead.
Azubah |
"Yes, I think there is nothing more to be done here." With that, Azubah falls in with the rest out to the other murder scene.
Gareth Shrike |
Gareth nods. "Let's be outta here," he says. "I doubt there's more to be learned. But Sheriff? I'd take it kindly if you had your local healer in to see to Rogi. Get him cleaned up; give him back his dignity before whatever else happens."
To the Skulk, he says: "You care to have a word sent back to yer kin? Maybe spare them this kind of sad fate? Ye gotta see this is no way to live. The shiver's reaming out your people like a gourd, makin' 'em easy marks fer bastards who need expendable labour."
GM Espri |
The skulk explains the general direction of where the other skulks lives, but says nothing to Gareth—he simply looks to the floor in shame.
The sheriff directs one of her deputies to take the skulk to the jail to get him cleaned up, and then motions for you to follow her to the scene of the crime.
She leads you out of the building and in the direction of the circus—she explains that Mr. Walder was likely coming home from the circus when he was attacked. You arrive at a spot on the path which is clearly the scene of the crime, blood all around.
"Well, here it is, as you can see," the sheriff says.
Azubah |
Survival
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Azubah looks about the area intently but nothing declares itself noteworthy beyond the blood and disarray of the bushes. With a questioning expression he looks to the others, shrugs, and raises his palms outward as if to convey that he sees nothing.
Durnim Hornblower |
Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
"Anybody see anything." Durnim asks the group. "I see clawed tracks of a big creature. Interestingly enough, there is no indication where the creature came from or where it went. The tracks just start out of nowhere—as if the creature could have flown to the spot. However, the evidence has a very different context—showing where sections of the ground have been swept to remove tracks of other humanoids while leaving just the paw prints. Furthermore, the clawed tracks are not leonine, and not nearly deep enough to belong to the sphinx Jherizhana, who should weigh approximately 600 pounds. Interesting."
Borax Bohan |
Survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Add +2 for human so that would be a 19 to identify human tracks
Borax raises an eyebrow at the depth of Durnim's analysis.
"It sounds like it was a set up. Someone is clearly trying to make it look like the sphinx was involved."
Azubah |
"Who benefits from Walder's death? Or who benefits from blaming the Carnival? Perhaps he was just a convenient target, rather than particular target."
Borax Bohan |
"The carnival could just be a convenient scapegoat: out-of-towners, sketchy to begin with, no local allies. But it's clear this was planned. The plan was dependent on the sphinx being in town. And the planning would have taken time.
Perhaps we should try and track down the humans?"
Talgil Larathian |
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Is there anything to indicate the way in which Mr Walder fell (marks in the dirt/chalk lines even). Essentially, I'm trying to figure out which way he was heading when he fell and if there's any indication of a struggle.
Talgil stares intently at the ground, lost in thought.
Durnim Hornblower |
"The carnival could just be a convenient scapegoat: out-of-towners, sketchy to begin with, no local allies. But it's clear this was planned. The plan was dependent on the sphinx being in town. And the planning would have taken time.
Perhaps we should try and track down the humans?"
"Agreed. What humans? I thought the skulk's contacts were other skulks that left their tribe to work for humans, no?" Durnim replies.
Gareth Shrike |
Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12.
"The Skulks don't make their own shiver," Gareth says. "Someone's cooking it up for them as pay, and this is a human town. That being so, I doubt the ones who make the filthy stuff use the addicted Skulks for really important work; ye can't trust someone with dandelion fluff on the brain to do everything right. I reckon the Skulks were, first and foremost, set up to fail and get caught."
GM Eric |
It would be very difficult to tell which way the body fell, but remember that the sheriff believed that he was heading home from the carnival.
Dennie, no one else seems to be around right now, but the sheriff certainly looks interested after hearing the others' analysis of the scene.
Dusk begins to settle as you survey the scene. Sheriff Feldane looks around intently at where the body was found, puzzled.
"This whole situation is beginning to seem strange, that's for certain. Where are all of you good folks staying? It's getting dark."
Azubah |
"I am also staying at the witch's brew. Do you frequent the inn?"Azubah's question comes across as awkward and somewhat beside the point being discussed. It is not hard to notice that his gaze lingers a bit too long on the sheriff.
Gareth Shrike |
"The inn," Gareth says, shrugging. "I'm not so sure we should be after sleep just yet. Dark is when the sneaky folk come out. Maybe someone will try ta incriminate the Sphinx and the rest a' the Carnival again?"
Talgil Larathian |
"I've been staying...around." After a brief pause, "Then let's set up a patrol. If we split our group we'll be able to cover more ground."
Talgil forgot to procure a room last night and so spent it sleeping in the stables' hay loft.
Durnim Hornblower |
"That is certainly your prerogative," the sheriff says, seeming somewhat pleased to have some other lookouts.
"Is there anything I can do to assist you?"
"Yes. Who's the biggest crime boss in this town?" Durnim asks.
Azubah |
Once again Azubah snaps to attention from what had seemed to be a daydream in which he had been talking to himself.
"Have there been any other slayings in recent years that left no clues? The skulk said they do work for others .That is to say, they commit murders for others around here."
"Did anyone make stronger objection to the Carnival's arrival than you would have expected?"
Borax Bohan |
Turning back to Durnim, "Onyx and Thermo were skulks? I thought they were humans..."
Borax was having trouble remembering the names.
Durnim Hornblower |
Durnim replies, "I thought they were the two that left the skulk tribe to work for the humans, no?"
Borax Bohan |
Borax shrugs, "You may have the truth of it. In any event perhaps we should try and find those two?"
Azubah |
"If these skulks can blend in with their surroundings then they would be almost impossible to find. I think it would be better to see who knows anything about their human contacts. Didn't they mention some place around here that sells there drug? If we go there we might see something that leads to their contact."
"Or, if the Carnival has any real fortune tellers they might be able to direct us, but I doubt it."
Once Azubah is done speaking he looks expectantly at the others for a moment. Then he becomes distracted by a pattern in the floor. He cocks his head to one side while looking down and points at it. "Doesn't that look like a froghemoth?"