Post by Flax on Jan 14, 2007 14:50:15 GMT -5
DAY 1
It all began on a pleasant summer midday in Mordenshire. Blake Mortimer, my trusted associate, had guided us to an establishment of ill repute with claims of it being “aptly suited for me”, I must admit his incessant tirades about me and who I bed are getting quite tiresome. Nonetheless, it was fortunate as it permitted us to uncover part of a very intriguing mystery, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
As we sat in the downtrodden inn waiting for our meal, something rather odd happened. One of the patrons seemed to recognize someone in the streets and I suspect he was rather surprised. Intrigued, but not excessively so, I sent out Ludovich see what all the fuss was about. I would find out mere moments later as the patron and a man came in to the inn, trailed by our bodyguard. The man in question looked haggard and frail, but when his eyes crossed mine I had a feeling of profound discomfort and dread of the likes I had never experienced before. Before I even had time to fathom what it all meant, they went to the room of the patron, I can only guess here, to discuss some matter or another while waiting for the meal they had just ordered. Blake was also quite intrigued and inquired about the two as soon as the serving girl came back from bringing them their meal. It seems the patron’s name was Arthur, that he had been here for a few days and that he resided in room seven. Unfortunately, the girl, disgusted by the lewd actions of Blake, promptly left us with haste while pocketing the silver I had given her for her trouble. Also, from what we had overheard, Arthur’s companion was named Marcu.
I assumed that was all we would learn of this, but I was wrong, as soon as we started to eat a rather bland meal, only worsened by Blake’s endless ranting, we were interrupted by a ruckus which originated from the second floor. Knowing this to be a rather rare occurrence in such a civilised land, Blake and I rushed to the second floor with Ludovich not far behind us. The door of room seven was ajar and the sounds of struggle came from within, but nothing could have prepared us for what we saw in that room, especially in the case of Ludovich it seems. Marcu was strangling Arthur and had his mouth clamped on the side of his victim’s head. Blood was visibly trailing from his mouth as he swallowed something; it was then that our bodyguard emptied his last few meals on the inn’s floor in disgust. As Marcu released Arthur, whose skull had been visibly punctured by his aggressor, he asked us to take him to the man who saw, Blake and I readied ourselves to fight for our live while our stalwart men at arms was otherwise engaged.
Fortunately, the Law arrived at that moment, a sheriff and three deputies stepped in the room and attempted to arrest Marcu on a charge of murder. The accused only replied with a twisted grin and a nightmarish blast which I identified as a power of the mind. I had no time to reflect on this as the waves of nightmares were upon me. Knowledge of what this was didn’t diminish the potency of those dreadful visions and I was quickly overwhelmed. As my vision faded I saw the sheriff putting on a lead helmet on Marcu and then I saw everyone around slowly collapse. Seconds or minutes later, we were all back on our feet and I for one was quite surprised to see that Marcu was still here and quite docile with the helmet on. Yet I knew that even if such a helmet blocked the science of the mind, it could be easily removed by the practitioner at anytime unless bounded.
Marcu was then promptly shackled and arrested, then taken away as the sheriff gave us some information about him, before questioning us and asking us to attend the trial in the morrow. Thus we learned that Marcu was on his way to the nearby sanitarium with his two companions, Arthur and Lydia, when he ran away. It was Arthur who had informed the Law about Marcu’s flight, fearing for public safety since the man was supposed to be quite mad. Of Lydia we could not learn more, but we answered the sheriff’s questions as best we could, agreed to participate in the coming trial and gave our names.
Then, Blake and I decided to eat our now cold meal and inquire around about Lydia. We didn’t find much information, except a brief description and that she was the bodyguard of Marcu, like Arthur, and problaly his lover as well. We did learn more of Marcu though, it seems he was a pretty notorious gambler, accused many times of cheating, but that was never proven. Tired and disturbed by the day’s events, we decided to end our inquiries and retire to our rooms. Blake rushed ahead, leaving me to pay for both our rooms and once in my room I tried to meditate and reflect upon the many mysteries of this day, but I was overcome by my weariness and fell asleep in little time.
It all began on a pleasant summer midday in Mordenshire. Blake Mortimer, my trusted associate, had guided us to an establishment of ill repute with claims of it being “aptly suited for me”, I must admit his incessant tirades about me and who I bed are getting quite tiresome. Nonetheless, it was fortunate as it permitted us to uncover part of a very intriguing mystery, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
As we sat in the downtrodden inn waiting for our meal, something rather odd happened. One of the patrons seemed to recognize someone in the streets and I suspect he was rather surprised. Intrigued, but not excessively so, I sent out Ludovich see what all the fuss was about. I would find out mere moments later as the patron and a man came in to the inn, trailed by our bodyguard. The man in question looked haggard and frail, but when his eyes crossed mine I had a feeling of profound discomfort and dread of the likes I had never experienced before. Before I even had time to fathom what it all meant, they went to the room of the patron, I can only guess here, to discuss some matter or another while waiting for the meal they had just ordered. Blake was also quite intrigued and inquired about the two as soon as the serving girl came back from bringing them their meal. It seems the patron’s name was Arthur, that he had been here for a few days and that he resided in room seven. Unfortunately, the girl, disgusted by the lewd actions of Blake, promptly left us with haste while pocketing the silver I had given her for her trouble. Also, from what we had overheard, Arthur’s companion was named Marcu.
I assumed that was all we would learn of this, but I was wrong, as soon as we started to eat a rather bland meal, only worsened by Blake’s endless ranting, we were interrupted by a ruckus which originated from the second floor. Knowing this to be a rather rare occurrence in such a civilised land, Blake and I rushed to the second floor with Ludovich not far behind us. The door of room seven was ajar and the sounds of struggle came from within, but nothing could have prepared us for what we saw in that room, especially in the case of Ludovich it seems. Marcu was strangling Arthur and had his mouth clamped on the side of his victim’s head. Blood was visibly trailing from his mouth as he swallowed something; it was then that our bodyguard emptied his last few meals on the inn’s floor in disgust. As Marcu released Arthur, whose skull had been visibly punctured by his aggressor, he asked us to take him to the man who saw, Blake and I readied ourselves to fight for our live while our stalwart men at arms was otherwise engaged.
Fortunately, the Law arrived at that moment, a sheriff and three deputies stepped in the room and attempted to arrest Marcu on a charge of murder. The accused only replied with a twisted grin and a nightmarish blast which I identified as a power of the mind. I had no time to reflect on this as the waves of nightmares were upon me. Knowledge of what this was didn’t diminish the potency of those dreadful visions and I was quickly overwhelmed. As my vision faded I saw the sheriff putting on a lead helmet on Marcu and then I saw everyone around slowly collapse. Seconds or minutes later, we were all back on our feet and I for one was quite surprised to see that Marcu was still here and quite docile with the helmet on. Yet I knew that even if such a helmet blocked the science of the mind, it could be easily removed by the practitioner at anytime unless bounded.
Marcu was then promptly shackled and arrested, then taken away as the sheriff gave us some information about him, before questioning us and asking us to attend the trial in the morrow. Thus we learned that Marcu was on his way to the nearby sanitarium with his two companions, Arthur and Lydia, when he ran away. It was Arthur who had informed the Law about Marcu’s flight, fearing for public safety since the man was supposed to be quite mad. Of Lydia we could not learn more, but we answered the sheriff’s questions as best we could, agreed to participate in the coming trial and gave our names.
Then, Blake and I decided to eat our now cold meal and inquire around about Lydia. We didn’t find much information, except a brief description and that she was the bodyguard of Marcu, like Arthur, and problaly his lover as well. We did learn more of Marcu though, it seems he was a pretty notorious gambler, accused many times of cheating, but that was never proven. Tired and disturbed by the day’s events, we decided to end our inquiries and retire to our rooms. Blake rushed ahead, leaving me to pay for both our rooms and once in my room I tried to meditate and reflect upon the many mysteries of this day, but I was overcome by my weariness and fell asleep in little time.