Hair we go again
Ahh, young Felica Sweet. A fine lady in extraordinary circumstances. As we questioned her, we found that she had not seen the killer, but merely discovered poor Sandra Bartello after she had expired. But now we started to wonder; why was the killer taking body parts? My had he tried to take the hands this time? Why had he not killed Felica? and why had the vigillance Commitee not interviened?
As the other constables arrived, Kelios and I went inside to question the members of this so-called Vigillance commitee. It seems that they had only been vigilance about the level of their brandies. It was dispicable! These leaders lounge around while people are getting mutilated almost under their noses. We were able to find very little, it seemed that no one was missing and many of them seemed too drunk to be able to perform the grisly duties. I don't know how deeply my speeches stirred them, but their were many cheers as I finished and left. Hopefully we shall see the commitee members patrolling the streets alongside the constables. Almst any action would be justified if it would stop this killer.
There was even talk of using Kelios or myself as bait for the killer. We have to ask why bother disguising ourselves since the killer (or killers) have made a nightly habit of attacking us. And this night was no different. As we travlled back towards the inn, with a pair of constables to guard us, the killer materialized out of the mists and knifed Bernard in the stomach. I am constantly amazed at Bernard, he seems to never shirk from any task, always putting himself in harms way. The light of Ezra shines brightly in him. It was a quick battle, with the fiend once again escaping into the mist. We tried to give chase, but the night had swallowed him and we searched in vain. Kelios seemed to have some plan as she sent her pet bat to chase after him. The rest of the travel to the inn was quiet, although the inn keeper and his wife were once again arguing. Such a strange man. He will beg to be let in, but refuse entrance when I offer it to him.
Morning brought us joy in the form of a flying rat with a clue. Somehow, Kelios's little companion had managed to snag a piece of the killers' cloak. Perhaps this would lead us to him and stop these brutal killings. After listening to the tale of the shape-shifters that are now following us in the night, it seemed prudent to protect ourselves as best as possible. I unwrapped the blessed hammer of lord Dorvin and stepped out to face the day.
Ahh, the work of an investigator is necessary, but hardly noteworthy. We spent much of the day travelling the city, questioning and seeking answers. The mortician, Mortan Van Keller, was able to provide us with a physical view of the body, but very little. I must be rattled by the killings, for the small man sends shivers down my spine. Once again Bernard proved that he is more of a man than I. He suggested that we try to draw our visions of the killer and thus give the constables something to work off of. Although he claimed to have no artistic ability, he produced 3 master pieces, capturing the very essence of the killer, the coachman and the dead changeling. We gave these to the constables to copy and then went to talk with the tailor. The lady of the mists had smilied on us doubly. The fabric that Kelios had retrived bore the mark of the tailor that had created the garment. As we talked with her she seemed to be unable to recall many details, but once Bernard started to explain the matter to her she was able to quickly supply us with a list of people who had purchased such a cloak in the past months. Although she refused it, I still believe that we should follow Bernard's idea and post a few constables outside of her doorway. She is a valueable resource and should be protected. She seemed almost violently opposed to this idea for some reason.
We confered with the inspectors and gathered our clues together. The list provided by the tailor gave us three leads to track down; a physician, a ruffian and a butcher. All 3 seemed to have a reason and sufficent facilities and training to pull off these killings. And as we compared to the lists to the schetchs, we noticed that the picture of the killer bore a striking resemblance to Dr. Arturus. We set out to question the doctor. Bernard decided that it was best he not join us. He was to meet with the vigilance committee tonight. No doubt, to try and fire their spirits and rouse them into activities. We wished him much luck and we went our seperate ways.
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Bernard steped into the smoke filled room and quickly procured and brandy and a cigar. He began mingling with the crowd, sowing his seeds of distrust. He had taken the wanted poster and with some quick tearing and folding, changed it into a brilliant plan. As he regalled the sods with wild tales of his imagined bravery, he produced the scrap of paper and indicated that we believed this to be the next victim. Unfortunately the drunken sots could not help and he only managed to attract the attention of a waiter. A suspicious sort of fellow who would occasionally slip into a strange accent that sounded frightenly similar to the voice of the large beast that they had encountered last night. They watched each other for many hours through the crowd.
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As we arrived at the home of doctor Arturus, inspector Watson ordered his men to surround the house and we inquired at the door. The butler seemed almost determined to keep us away from the doctor, even though we had quickly identifed ourselves as the law. It seems that these people have little respect for thw law, perhaps I will have to see what I can do about that some day. After waiting for many minutes, Kelios opened the door. After being assured by the inspector that we were within the law to enter, we started searching the house. The house was mostly empty, although I found a recently used book entitled 'Anatonly and dissections' in the study, with looks of having been recently abandonded. We approached the stairs to hear a hideous howl from upstairs. It seemed to chill the constables and slow their movements. I rushed through the house and burst out onto the balcony to encounter a being that appeared to be the coachman. I did not hesitate and brought lord Dorvin's hammer about in a blow that would have fell any normal man. For a moment I feared that the hammer was cursed, for as it touched him he grew in size and became a large hairy beast outlined in a sparkling blue light. We had encountered another shapchanger. He slashed at me as he retreated towards the balcony's railing. I continued to pummel him, with Kelios's dagger flashing beside me. As he reached the edge, he crashed through the railing and leapt to the ground. The heat of battle was upon me and I leapt after him, Kelios only a step behind. As we landed we saw that Peotr and the other constables were embolied in a battle with some dogs and large hairy horses. A second look revealed the horses to be wolves, although the fiends were larger than any wolf I had ever seen. The constables, aided by what must be Peotr's dogs seemed to be winning the battle, so I turned my attention to the doctor. He was trying to retreat and fight us off at the same time and having little success in either. I saw
him start to sag and the desperation flare in his eyes and I rushed into finish him off. Some foul tricks were played that night as I tripped upon a piece of the railing and missed. However, his counter attack did not miss. His claws ripped into me once again and I finally sucome to the darkness.
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Tyro collapsed in a bloody heap as the inspectors crossbow bolt dropped one of the dire wolves. The doctor transformed back to him human form and begged to be spared. Kelios stepped forward and bound Tyro's wounds, saving him for dying. Peotr called out to the remaining wolf and commanded him to stop. The wolf simply sat down, recognizing the greater power of Peotr over his former master. As the constabled looked around in a panic the doctor started trying to edge away and escape. Kelios simply pressed her dagger into his groin and he ceased having any thoughts of
escape.
As the other constables arrived, Kelios and I went inside to question the members of this so-called Vigillance commitee. It seems that they had only been vigilance about the level of their brandies. It was dispicable! These leaders lounge around while people are getting mutilated almost under their noses. We were able to find very little, it seemed that no one was missing and many of them seemed too drunk to be able to perform the grisly duties. I don't know how deeply my speeches stirred them, but their were many cheers as I finished and left. Hopefully we shall see the commitee members patrolling the streets alongside the constables. Almst any action would be justified if it would stop this killer.
There was even talk of using Kelios or myself as bait for the killer. We have to ask why bother disguising ourselves since the killer (or killers) have made a nightly habit of attacking us. And this night was no different. As we travlled back towards the inn, with a pair of constables to guard us, the killer materialized out of the mists and knifed Bernard in the stomach. I am constantly amazed at Bernard, he seems to never shirk from any task, always putting himself in harms way. The light of Ezra shines brightly in him. It was a quick battle, with the fiend once again escaping into the mist. We tried to give chase, but the night had swallowed him and we searched in vain. Kelios seemed to have some plan as she sent her pet bat to chase after him. The rest of the travel to the inn was quiet, although the inn keeper and his wife were once again arguing. Such a strange man. He will beg to be let in, but refuse entrance when I offer it to him.
Morning brought us joy in the form of a flying rat with a clue. Somehow, Kelios's little companion had managed to snag a piece of the killers' cloak. Perhaps this would lead us to him and stop these brutal killings. After listening to the tale of the shape-shifters that are now following us in the night, it seemed prudent to protect ourselves as best as possible. I unwrapped the blessed hammer of lord Dorvin and stepped out to face the day.
Ahh, the work of an investigator is necessary, but hardly noteworthy. We spent much of the day travelling the city, questioning and seeking answers. The mortician, Mortan Van Keller, was able to provide us with a physical view of the body, but very little. I must be rattled by the killings, for the small man sends shivers down my spine. Once again Bernard proved that he is more of a man than I. He suggested that we try to draw our visions of the killer and thus give the constables something to work off of. Although he claimed to have no artistic ability, he produced 3 master pieces, capturing the very essence of the killer, the coachman and the dead changeling. We gave these to the constables to copy and then went to talk with the tailor. The lady of the mists had smilied on us doubly. The fabric that Kelios had retrived bore the mark of the tailor that had created the garment. As we talked with her she seemed to be unable to recall many details, but once Bernard started to explain the matter to her she was able to quickly supply us with a list of people who had purchased such a cloak in the past months. Although she refused it, I still believe that we should follow Bernard's idea and post a few constables outside of her doorway. She is a valueable resource and should be protected. She seemed almost violently opposed to this idea for some reason.
We confered with the inspectors and gathered our clues together. The list provided by the tailor gave us three leads to track down; a physician, a ruffian and a butcher. All 3 seemed to have a reason and sufficent facilities and training to pull off these killings. And as we compared to the lists to the schetchs, we noticed that the picture of the killer bore a striking resemblance to Dr. Arturus. We set out to question the doctor. Bernard decided that it was best he not join us. He was to meet with the vigilance committee tonight. No doubt, to try and fire their spirits and rouse them into activities. We wished him much luck and we went our seperate ways.
--------
Bernard steped into the smoke filled room and quickly procured and brandy and a cigar. He began mingling with the crowd, sowing his seeds of distrust. He had taken the wanted poster and with some quick tearing and folding, changed it into a brilliant plan. As he regalled the sods with wild tales of his imagined bravery, he produced the scrap of paper and indicated that we believed this to be the next victim. Unfortunately the drunken sots could not help and he only managed to attract the attention of a waiter. A suspicious sort of fellow who would occasionally slip into a strange accent that sounded frightenly similar to the voice of the large beast that they had encountered last night. They watched each other for many hours through the crowd.
----
As we arrived at the home of doctor Arturus, inspector Watson ordered his men to surround the house and we inquired at the door. The butler seemed almost determined to keep us away from the doctor, even though we had quickly identifed ourselves as the law. It seems that these people have little respect for thw law, perhaps I will have to see what I can do about that some day. After waiting for many minutes, Kelios opened the door. After being assured by the inspector that we were within the law to enter, we started searching the house. The house was mostly empty, although I found a recently used book entitled 'Anatonly and dissections' in the study, with looks of having been recently abandonded. We approached the stairs to hear a hideous howl from upstairs. It seemed to chill the constables and slow their movements. I rushed through the house and burst out onto the balcony to encounter a being that appeared to be the coachman. I did not hesitate and brought lord Dorvin's hammer about in a blow that would have fell any normal man. For a moment I feared that the hammer was cursed, for as it touched him he grew in size and became a large hairy beast outlined in a sparkling blue light. We had encountered another shapchanger. He slashed at me as he retreated towards the balcony's railing. I continued to pummel him, with Kelios's dagger flashing beside me. As he reached the edge, he crashed through the railing and leapt to the ground. The heat of battle was upon me and I leapt after him, Kelios only a step behind. As we landed we saw that Peotr and the other constables were embolied in a battle with some dogs and large hairy horses. A second look revealed the horses to be wolves, although the fiends were larger than any wolf I had ever seen. The constables, aided by what must be Peotr's dogs seemed to be winning the battle, so I turned my attention to the doctor. He was trying to retreat and fight us off at the same time and having little success in either. I saw
him start to sag and the desperation flare in his eyes and I rushed into finish him off. Some foul tricks were played that night as I tripped upon a piece of the railing and missed. However, his counter attack did not miss. His claws ripped into me once again and I finally sucome to the darkness.
-------
Tyro collapsed in a bloody heap as the inspectors crossbow bolt dropped one of the dire wolves. The doctor transformed back to him human form and begged to be spared. Kelios stepped forward and bound Tyro's wounds, saving him for dying. Peotr called out to the remaining wolf and commanded him to stop. The wolf simply sat down, recognizing the greater power of Peotr over his former master. As the constabled looked around in a panic the doctor started trying to edge away and escape. Kelios simply pressed her dagger into his groin and he ceased having any thoughts of
escape.
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