Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-29 08:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !npc: karras duhl, !plot: fear of the dark |
What: Trouble underground.
Where: Sewer maintenance tunnels entrance.
When: Today.
Rating: PG-13; descriptions of murder.
Captain Tuvaille watched in dismay as two of his finest patrolmen were carried out from the entrance of the sewers, a stained sheet over both their bodies to hide the severity of their wounds. They had been carved apart down in the depths of the tunnels and the report from the medical examiner was still crushed tightly in the captain's fist. A brutal butchering of two seasoned, well-armed knights? It was nearly unthinkable. But these were troubling times, after all, and the little information they did have made it perfectly clear. A new element had presented itself down in the tunnels, and it had no qualm with confronting the EKP. When the replacement patrol had found them, they were covered in lacerations and strange markings--bled out, left as a sacrifice. All the troubling, telltale signs were present: a profane ritual had been administered upon the two victims. There was a third victim as well, however, for the Captain watched as another body was carried from the tunnels, this one identified as a highly infamous local thief (not the first to be found dead down below, and as such had come as less of a shock to the authorities--or perhaps they simply refused to care as much for yet another dead criminal). Caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, this one was found unlike the others, his head carved clean from his body. They were dealing now with much darker elements. Karras Duhl approached the man, his expression somber from the news. The Riskbreaker strode through the crowd of fighters like a giant, his title only seeming to add to his already formidable size. Not so many years ago he had been a member of the EKP himself, after all, and the appointed leader of the Fighters Guild could sympathize. "At attention," he said, rousing the Captain from his thoughts. Tuvaille handed over the reports without hesitation, keeping himself ready for a reprimand. After all, how little could he explain? |