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gondolindrim2013-01-15 07:24 pm
gondocase1) wrote in gondolindrim2013-01-15 07:24 pm
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And the first body is found
The day is beautiful, perfect for going out and wandering through the city. There's a market she enjoys visiting; a bazaar where they sell an assortment of things, from food to garments to decor. To follow the main road would take some time, but she'd learned of an alley that would get her there quicker. Perhaps not the safest route, but her father isn't there to chastise her so she takes it anyway.
The alley curves rather than turning sharply, and as she walks through she begins to notice an odor. Is that... blood? She picks up her pace, lifting her skirts slightly so she can hurry along, until she rounds a corner and sees the figure crumpled there. For a moment, she freezes at the sight, before running to check on the young man. When she crouches beside him, it becomes quickly obvious that no amount of healing magic will do him any good. He isn't breathing. No pulse, either. She looks up and down the alley, but there is no one else in sight, and no sign of a struggle. It didn't seem like he'd been killed here, but that didn't mean his killer wasn't still nearby.
Hopping to her feet, she runs the rest of the way to the mouth of the alley, face paler than usual, until she spots the now familiar livery of Turgon's guards. She approaches one and flags him down, looking shaken.
Luthien: Guard! Please, come quickly. I think-- Someone's been killed.
Angwen: *turns around, may look masculine from behind, but...* Where? *stubs out her cigarette on the ground*
Luthien: *gestures back to the alley* I'll show you. *she turns and leads the guard, but hangs back once they come near the body* I found him like this, only moments ago.
Angwen: *crouches down, looking over the body, noting that the marks seem to be the same on both sides of the body* Huh. Don't see that this often. I need you to do something for me, princess. *looks up at Luthien* Go and find another guard. Tell them to go straight to the Captain about this.
Luthien: *nods* Yes, of course. *she leaves to find another guard, passing along the information that word needed to be sent to Ecthelion immediately*
Angwen: *slips supplies out of her pack to start marking off the area*
The alley curves rather than turning sharply, and as she walks through she begins to notice an odor. Is that... blood? She picks up her pace, lifting her skirts slightly so she can hurry along, until she rounds a corner and sees the figure crumpled there. For a moment, she freezes at the sight, before running to check on the young man. When she crouches beside him, it becomes quickly obvious that no amount of healing magic will do him any good. He isn't breathing. No pulse, either. She looks up and down the alley, but there is no one else in sight, and no sign of a struggle. It didn't seem like he'd been killed here, but that didn't mean his killer wasn't still nearby.
Hopping to her feet, she runs the rest of the way to the mouth of the alley, face paler than usual, until she spots the now familiar livery of Turgon's guards. She approaches one and flags him down, looking shaken.
Luthien: Guard! Please, come quickly. I think-- Someone's been killed.
Angwen: *turns around, may look masculine from behind, but...* Where? *stubs out her cigarette on the ground*
Luthien: *gestures back to the alley* I'll show you. *she turns and leads the guard, but hangs back once they come near the body* I found him like this, only moments ago.
Angwen: *crouches down, looking over the body, noting that the marks seem to be the same on both sides of the body* Huh. Don't see that this often. I need you to do something for me, princess. *looks up at Luthien* Go and find another guard. Tell them to go straight to the Captain about this.
Luthien: *nods* Yes, of course. *she leaves to find another guard, passing along the information that word needed to be sent to Ecthelion immediately*
Angwen: *slips supplies out of her pack to start marking off the area*
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