D&D Adventure #3: Vicious Circle

[Dog Pants]

Well there's an incentive if we didn't already have one. Which I did, but hey the money's cool. Also, that's the same bit of parchment I put the Blood Bowl league on. Nice prop Grimmie!

[Roman Totale]

All I ask is the chance to prove that money can't make me happy.

Well, I'm going to offer my services to the militia - anyone else interested? Thor, I'm sure they'd appreciate a sturdy fellow such as yourself. Thoroar, I'm sure they'd appreciate someone to, er, read things for them?

Ooh ooh, should we make uniforms? I want peacock feathers in my hat! And a badge!

[Dog Pants]

Err, look I'm not going to be working for the Militia. But I'm happy to keep helping you guys out. Anyway, I'm not sure they're after new members, they don't have a clue what they're doing so they've put out a call for bounty hunters and adventurers. We're going to have every hairy-arsed thug and bored wizard for miles sniffing around and muddying the waters here pretty soon.

[Grimmie]

So, where's everyone heading today?

[Dog Pants]

I'll have to rely on my inferior people skills for this bit. I'm going to try to walk back down the route Enkah took to trace it back to his originating location. Which I'll do by asking street sellers, tramps, and anyone else hanging about if they saw him around the time of the murder yesterday.

Oh, did the autopsy report have his address on?

[FatherJack]

I guess Thor will see if the militia can use him.

[Baliame]

I suppose I'll tag along if someone needs a relatively uncharismatic weirdo.

[Grimmie]

As predicted, there are already a few people checking out the murder scenes, with a small collection of people crowding outside Emma Pyn's home and a larger group muddying the alley between Prince's and the Infirmary. The promise of a small fortune in return for finding a serial killer on-the-loose has spurred everyone around the town in to trying to sniff out a clue.

Can I get a Gather Info roll for Forenrond, please? Remember your +2 for being a helf.

The autopsy papers you snatched didn't have his address on, no.

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The militia being somewhat of a nebulous child-organisation of the town guard doesn't have a regular meeting place, but its organiser, a Human female by the name of Francesca Abell, operates out of the guardhouse in the north-east of Orhedge. It's a bare wooden-framed building with a stone chimney stack poking out of the top and a heavy front-door. The interior's simple but cluttered with all manner of junk. At mention of volunteering a couple of guardsmen point you down the hall to Francesca's office.

She's a somewhat stocky woman dressed in a military tunic, her dark brown hair's tied in a bun and she carries a fiendish smirk when both a wild-man and a robe-wearer enter her cosy little office, presumably looking to join up at the first mention of gaps in the militia's register.

Gentlemen.. How can I help you?

Edit:
Assumed Bali meant he was tagging along with Thor, correct me if that's not the case!

[Roman Totale]

Glib is also at the militia. However as I'm at work, Glib will defer to Thor for talkies

[Dog Pants]

Can I get a Gather Info roll for Forenrond, please? Remember your +2 for being a helf.

Heh, the racial modifier is counteracted by my inherent creepiness (but I have 2 points in it).

Roll(1d20)+2:
11,+2
Total:13

Could have been worse.

[Dog Pants]

Greeemeeee? I'm going to make a macro.

[Grimmie]

Grimmie's weekends are busy as balls. Will update tomorrow at lunch.

[Joose]

Grimmie's weekends are busy as balls. Will update tomorrow at lunch.

THERE ARE NO EXCUSES!

[Dog Pants]

I hadn't realised it was only friday I last posted. My weekends are long and uneventful. How dare you have a life Grimmie?

[Grimmie]

I know! Me and my bastard life. It really is rather troublesome.

Total:13
Could have been worse.

Good enough for the information you want though. Most people aren't able to say whether or not Enkah passed them by yesterday, but the owner of The Orhedge Apocathary confirms his actions right away. He's a stout human male with round glasses and a clean white apron, currently filling a conical flask with a bright green, viscous liquid.

Apparently Enkah visited twice a week to collect medication for a bad back and breathing difficulties (bought about by a love of smoking dried fogweed), and often strolled through the grassy, airy area behind the Infirmary on his way to Prince's in the morning instead of taking the main road.

'Always claimed that his oral suppository went down sweeter with a glass of white wine.

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FJ, Bali, Roman, just gonna stand there and creep poor Francesca out?

[Dog Pants]

Oh dear, he didn't get far then. Poor chap. Did you notice any strangers in the store while he was here? Anyone who left shortly after Enkah without buying anything? Oh, and do you know if he had any other errands previous to yours?

EDIT: Random brainwave; what if there's nothing linking the killings and they're just targets of opportunity? If Enkah was ambushed it might have been simply because he was passing through where the attacker was hanging out. Right next to the morgue. Don't ghouls use claws? Mind you, I think ghouls also eat decaying flesh, not fresh meat.

[Grimmie]

The man's expression changes to one of concentration, as if he was trying to decipher what he saw on the day.

Strangers? No.. Not.. Not exactly. There was, well.. No. No strangers. You'd think me mad if I told you.

[Dog Pants]

After all this talk of vampires and blood cults? Try me, a lot of people are saying a lot of mad things.

[Grimmie]

He looks positively startled.

Vv.. Vampires?! No, nothing as strange as that! I just swear that I saw that Mister Pyn lingering by the window, just out the corner of my eyes. Just for a second. Thought I was seeing things, didn't want to make a fuss of it.

[Roman Totale]

Ooh, intrigue!

At the militia, Glibberig will thrust forwards his chest and address Francesca. A flourish of the hat will also be in effect.

Good lady, we are three intrepid adventurers come to offer our service to this most renowned militia. My name is Aramis, and these are my companions Porthos and Athos.

He gestures at Sweetlips.

And this is Dogpanion - it's a portmanteau of 'Dog' and 'Companion'. He is the famed hound that defeated the dread werewolf of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. A more noble and fearsome attack dog you never did see.

Sweetlips rests his head on his paws and goes to sleep.

So madam, do you have room for such dashing folk as we?

Bluff: 2,+5 = 7


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