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gondolindrim2013-02-21 02:34 pm
finrod) wrote in gondolindrim2013-02-21 02:34 pm
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Another body...
Cristaer: *makes sure the way is clear out of the manhole and leads out his followers, along with the ex-elf*
Rae: *climbs out last and looks around* Right over here. *points to a follower* And make sure the feet are pointing this direction.
Finrod: *late leaving work tonight, hears voices and pauses*
Cristaer: *takes his pot of blood from the drained elf and starts writing their symbol on the wall, the tentacle and the eye*
Cristaer: Rae, you are truly a blessing to us.
Rae: *smiles, blushes* Thank you, my lord. I'm happy that you think so, and I'm doing my best to please the city.
Finrod: *brow furrows, trying to make out what they're saying; steps quietly around the corner where the voices are coming from*
Cristaer: I can tell that this elf has truly pleased it. It wants power, and our race brings it so much more... it just will take us time to acclimate to giving it our own.
Finrod: *can't see clearly what they're doing in the glare of the torches, only silhouettes, but what he can make out makes him shiver*
Rae: *nods approvingly* I can tell that, too. *positions the body just so*
Cristaer: Thank you for coming, to feed the city. *bows to the body*
Rae: *kneels beside the body and arranges the elf's hands* Bless you, dear one, for the sacrifice you made. The city is pleased, indeed.
Other followers: *bow and repeat after Rae*
Finrod: *jaw drops; tries to quickly count how many of them there are, then turns and dashes off*
Rae: *stands and looks to Cristaer* But one is not enough. The city still demands more.
Cristaer: *head snaps up at the sound of Finrod's feet and takes off after to see who witnessed them*
Rae: *shocked, turns round and points to another follower* Follow him!
Finrod: *just a flash of golden hair as he turns a corner*
Cristaer: *loath to leave the shadows to follow all the way, but continues*
Follower: *runs after*
Follower: *follows behind*
Rae: *alarmed* Quickly, back down the manhole! *climbs down*
Finrod: *disappears, making for the guardhouse*
Other followers: *scurry away, some down the hole.*
Boromir: *is at the guardhouse doing routine paperwork*
Cristaer: ... turn back. But I believe the city has told us who it wants next. *escapes with the follower*
Follower: Yes, my lord. *scurries behind him*
Nyel: *just getting off her patrol* 'lo, Boromir.
Boromir: *raises his head* Hi, have a good day?
Nyel: Oh yeah. Completely routine, but someone gave me a free pastry. For doing my duty. *grins* How's the paperwork?
Finrod: *bursts into the guardhouse; spots them as he enters* You. *struggles for a name, then hears Nyel* Boromir and...
Boromir: Pastry, hmm? Nice! *shuffles his papers* It's boring as usual, but I can't delegate it.
Boromir: *spins in his chair* Yes?
Nyel: Constable Nyel. Are you okay?
Finrod: Nyel. I need both of you to gather what backup you can, quickly. Another murder has happened, and if we are quick, we may catch them this time.
Nyel: *darts off to grab guards*
Boromir: *leaps to his feet* Nyel, grab whoever you can! *looks at Finrod* What are you waiting for! Let's go!
Finrod: *leads them at a quick clip to the alley*
Boromir: *follows closely behind, sword drawn*
Nyel: *follows behind, with mostly elf guards*
Finrod: *curses when they find the alleyway empty but for the body* Search the surrounding area. You two, see what you can find here by torchlight.
Nyel: *already climbing up a building to see if she can spot anyone escaping in the streetlights*
Guards: *spread out*
Boromir: *kneels down to look at the body, then points at one of the guards* Scan the area for a symbol...the one I showed you.
Boromir: *frowns* Just like the other bodies...no blood.
Nyel: *shouts down once she's done a quick run around* No one in the streets, sir!
Boromir: *scowls* Damn it!. Not fast enough. *turns to Finrod* What did you see?
Finrod: *pacing around the perimeter, refrains from another curse* Thank you, Nyel. There must be something we're missing.
Guard: *finds the symbol and points at it* Here!
Finrod: *turns to Boromir* I heard voices, and saw elves placing the body, but they were there before I came along, so I do not know where they came from, nor where they went.
Boromir: Can you give me a description of the Elves? Were they Vanyar? Sindar? How many of them?
Nyel: *drops down beside them* They must have run fast.
Finrod: There's no way to guess. I counted six. *handwave* I'll fill out a report when we're done here.
Boromir: Fine. *frustrated, walks over to the symbol* It's the same as the others. *notes that it's fresh* If only we had been a little quicker.
Nyel: At least we have a witness now, sir.
Finrod: *frustrated* Aye, we have that. *runs his toe along the stones, trying to discern what they're missing*
Boromir: Yes, that is true. *turns to Finrod* Is there anything else, anything at all that you can remember?
Finrod: *grimly* It's a sacrifice. Though I know of no Eldarin religion which would practice such a thing.
Boromir: *eyes wide, turns back to look at the body* A sacrifice?! *horrified* That means that anyone could be the next victim. *had hoped for a trend*
Finrod: Exactly. It's only a matter of time before the next person disappears. *disgusted with the idea* I'll speak to Ecthelion about doubling up watch inside the city. It might be the walls are the least of our worries right now.
Nyel: No one's been the same race yet. Maybe they're going through everyone.
Boromir: *nods, worried* That's a frightening thought, Nyel. Looks like we'll all be pulling double shifts for a while. In fact, any able-bodied guard needs to be included in the rotations.
Nyel: Oh good, I've missed Dred.
Boromir: *nods, thinking that he has missed him, too* I think we all have. He's a good soldier.
Nyel: That too, sir.
Finrod: *nods* Yes, it'll have to be all hands on deck, as it were. *no idea who Dred is* There's nothing else here you two have noted?
Nyel: Just that this is another dead end alley, so they would have had to enter from the streets to get here, sir.
Boromir: *kneels down beside the body* The hands are arranged differently than the previous bodies...almost like the Elf is praying. *stands and looks around* What is that? *walks over to the manhole and tugs it open*
Nyel: Sewers. That's where our plumbing goes.
Finrod: *kneels next to it* To the city's water system.
Boromir: *peers down into it and notices the ladder* I think we just found their escape route.
Finrod: It's possible they escaped this way. Though if they came through them, there should be wet footprints, and there are none.
Boromir: They could have dried by now, though. Even if they didn't come this way, they could have left this way.
Nyel: *tugs at the ladder* It's part of the manhole. Might be a coincidence. Want me to go down?
Boromir: *nods* Yes. Go with her, Rath.
Rath: *nods* Of course.
Finrod: *considers a moment* No. They're long gone now. I won't risk you coming upon them so few.
Nyel: *stops reaching for a torch* You sure? I'm not afraid.
Boromir: Go down. We need to at least see what is down there.
Finrod: *shakes his head* Of course not. But if you find them with just two, we'll only have two more victims. We'll go down tomorrow.
Nyel: Yes, sir. *pretty sure Finrod outranks so steps back*
Boromir: *takes the torch and steps down into the hole* No, we're going down now. Rath, back me up. *slowly climbs down into the sewers*
Nyel: *unsure and looks at Finrod*
Rath: Yessir. *climbs down behind him*
Boromir: *is standing ankle deep in foul muck, raises torch and looks around* I can see some handprints here. *points with his torch* They look like female prints, small hands.
Finrod: *ire rising* And I am giving you a direct order to return to street level. We wait until morning.
Rath: *looks at Boromir, unsure of what to do* Sir, maybe we should go back up...?
Finrod: NOW.
Nyel: *decides to look very busy looking for footprints*
Boromir: *angry* If we had waited, we would have missed this clue. But if you insist, I will return to the surface...and include in my report that you hindered the investigation.
Rath: *climbs back up and takes torch from Boromir*
Nyel: *wrinkles her nose at their smell* There wasn't a pathway down there?
Finrod: *thinly* While I appreciate your dedication, I cannot tolerate willful disobedience of an order, whatsoever you might think of it. *straightens as they climb out* You may include whatever addendum you wish in your report.
Boromir: I take orders from Echthelion. *turns to Rath and takes the torch* When we get back to the guardhouse, we'll begin working on new expanded duty rosters.
Finrod: You are both dismissed until morning, to do whatever your leisure may be. *to Nyel* As are you.
Nyel: *little nod* Yes, sir.
Boromir: *turns back to the guardhouse* After me. We still have much work to be done.
Finrod: Thank you for your quick assistance. I must speak with Ecthelion.
Boromir: *curt nod, then keeps walking*
I must speak with Ecthelion. *rubs his forehead, a headache steadily growing*
Rae: *climbs out last and looks around* Right over here. *points to a follower* And make sure the feet are pointing this direction.
Finrod: *late leaving work tonight, hears voices and pauses*
Cristaer: *takes his pot of blood from the drained elf and starts writing their symbol on the wall, the tentacle and the eye*
Cristaer: Rae, you are truly a blessing to us.
Rae: *smiles, blushes* Thank you, my lord. I'm happy that you think so, and I'm doing my best to please the city.
Finrod: *brow furrows, trying to make out what they're saying; steps quietly around the corner where the voices are coming from*
Cristaer: I can tell that this elf has truly pleased it. It wants power, and our race brings it so much more... it just will take us time to acclimate to giving it our own.
Finrod: *can't see clearly what they're doing in the glare of the torches, only silhouettes, but what he can make out makes him shiver*
Rae: *nods approvingly* I can tell that, too. *positions the body just so*
Cristaer: Thank you for coming, to feed the city. *bows to the body*
Rae: *kneels beside the body and arranges the elf's hands* Bless you, dear one, for the sacrifice you made. The city is pleased, indeed.
Other followers: *bow and repeat after Rae*
Finrod: *jaw drops; tries to quickly count how many of them there are, then turns and dashes off*
Rae: *stands and looks to Cristaer* But one is not enough. The city still demands more.
Cristaer: *head snaps up at the sound of Finrod's feet and takes off after to see who witnessed them*
Rae: *shocked, turns round and points to another follower* Follow him!
Finrod: *just a flash of golden hair as he turns a corner*
Cristaer: *loath to leave the shadows to follow all the way, but continues*
Follower: *runs after*
Follower: *follows behind*
Rae: *alarmed* Quickly, back down the manhole! *climbs down*
Finrod: *disappears, making for the guardhouse*
Other followers: *scurry away, some down the hole.*
Boromir: *is at the guardhouse doing routine paperwork*
Cristaer: ... turn back. But I believe the city has told us who it wants next. *escapes with the follower*
Follower: Yes, my lord. *scurries behind him*
Nyel: *just getting off her patrol* 'lo, Boromir.
Boromir: *raises his head* Hi, have a good day?
Nyel: Oh yeah. Completely routine, but someone gave me a free pastry. For doing my duty. *grins* How's the paperwork?
Finrod: *bursts into the guardhouse; spots them as he enters* You. *struggles for a name, then hears Nyel* Boromir and...
Boromir: Pastry, hmm? Nice! *shuffles his papers* It's boring as usual, but I can't delegate it.
Boromir: *spins in his chair* Yes?
Nyel: Constable Nyel. Are you okay?
Finrod: Nyel. I need both of you to gather what backup you can, quickly. Another murder has happened, and if we are quick, we may catch them this time.
Nyel: *darts off to grab guards*
Boromir: *leaps to his feet* Nyel, grab whoever you can! *looks at Finrod* What are you waiting for! Let's go!
Finrod: *leads them at a quick clip to the alley*
Boromir: *follows closely behind, sword drawn*
Nyel: *follows behind, with mostly elf guards*
Finrod: *curses when they find the alleyway empty but for the body* Search the surrounding area. You two, see what you can find here by torchlight.
Nyel: *already climbing up a building to see if she can spot anyone escaping in the streetlights*
Guards: *spread out*
Boromir: *kneels down to look at the body, then points at one of the guards* Scan the area for a symbol...the one I showed you.
Boromir: *frowns* Just like the other bodies...no blood.
Nyel: *shouts down once she's done a quick run around* No one in the streets, sir!
Boromir: *scowls* Damn it!. Not fast enough. *turns to Finrod* What did you see?
Finrod: *pacing around the perimeter, refrains from another curse* Thank you, Nyel. There must be something we're missing.
Guard: *finds the symbol and points at it* Here!
Finrod: *turns to Boromir* I heard voices, and saw elves placing the body, but they were there before I came along, so I do not know where they came from, nor where they went.
Boromir: Can you give me a description of the Elves? Were they Vanyar? Sindar? How many of them?
Nyel: *drops down beside them* They must have run fast.
Finrod: There's no way to guess. I counted six. *handwave* I'll fill out a report when we're done here.
Boromir: Fine. *frustrated, walks over to the symbol* It's the same as the others. *notes that it's fresh* If only we had been a little quicker.
Nyel: At least we have a witness now, sir.
Finrod: *frustrated* Aye, we have that. *runs his toe along the stones, trying to discern what they're missing*
Boromir: Yes, that is true. *turns to Finrod* Is there anything else, anything at all that you can remember?
Finrod: *grimly* It's a sacrifice. Though I know of no Eldarin religion which would practice such a thing.
Boromir: *eyes wide, turns back to look at the body* A sacrifice?! *horrified* That means that anyone could be the next victim. *had hoped for a trend*
Finrod: Exactly. It's only a matter of time before the next person disappears. *disgusted with the idea* I'll speak to Ecthelion about doubling up watch inside the city. It might be the walls are the least of our worries right now.
Nyel: No one's been the same race yet. Maybe they're going through everyone.
Boromir: *nods, worried* That's a frightening thought, Nyel. Looks like we'll all be pulling double shifts for a while. In fact, any able-bodied guard needs to be included in the rotations.
Nyel: Oh good, I've missed Dred.
Boromir: *nods, thinking that he has missed him, too* I think we all have. He's a good soldier.
Nyel: That too, sir.
Finrod: *nods* Yes, it'll have to be all hands on deck, as it were. *no idea who Dred is* There's nothing else here you two have noted?
Nyel: Just that this is another dead end alley, so they would have had to enter from the streets to get here, sir.
Boromir: *kneels down beside the body* The hands are arranged differently than the previous bodies...almost like the Elf is praying. *stands and looks around* What is that? *walks over to the manhole and tugs it open*
Nyel: Sewers. That's where our plumbing goes.
Finrod: *kneels next to it* To the city's water system.
Boromir: *peers down into it and notices the ladder* I think we just found their escape route.
Finrod: It's possible they escaped this way. Though if they came through them, there should be wet footprints, and there are none.
Boromir: They could have dried by now, though. Even if they didn't come this way, they could have left this way.
Nyel: *tugs at the ladder* It's part of the manhole. Might be a coincidence. Want me to go down?
Boromir: *nods* Yes. Go with her, Rath.
Rath: *nods* Of course.
Finrod: *considers a moment* No. They're long gone now. I won't risk you coming upon them so few.
Nyel: *stops reaching for a torch* You sure? I'm not afraid.
Boromir: Go down. We need to at least see what is down there.
Finrod: *shakes his head* Of course not. But if you find them with just two, we'll only have two more victims. We'll go down tomorrow.
Nyel: Yes, sir. *pretty sure Finrod outranks so steps back*
Boromir: *takes the torch and steps down into the hole* No, we're going down now. Rath, back me up. *slowly climbs down into the sewers*
Nyel: *unsure and looks at Finrod*
Rath: Yessir. *climbs down behind him*
Boromir: *is standing ankle deep in foul muck, raises torch and looks around* I can see some handprints here. *points with his torch* They look like female prints, small hands.
Finrod: *ire rising* And I am giving you a direct order to return to street level. We wait until morning.
Rath: *looks at Boromir, unsure of what to do* Sir, maybe we should go back up...?
Finrod: NOW.
Nyel: *decides to look very busy looking for footprints*
Boromir: *angry* If we had waited, we would have missed this clue. But if you insist, I will return to the surface...and include in my report that you hindered the investigation.
Rath: *climbs back up and takes torch from Boromir*
Nyel: *wrinkles her nose at their smell* There wasn't a pathway down there?
Finrod: *thinly* While I appreciate your dedication, I cannot tolerate willful disobedience of an order, whatsoever you might think of it. *straightens as they climb out* You may include whatever addendum you wish in your report.
Boromir: I take orders from Echthelion. *turns to Rath and takes the torch* When we get back to the guardhouse, we'll begin working on new expanded duty rosters.
Finrod: You are both dismissed until morning, to do whatever your leisure may be. *to Nyel* As are you.
Nyel: *little nod* Yes, sir.
Boromir: *turns back to the guardhouse* After me. We still have much work to be done.
Finrod: Thank you for your quick assistance. I must speak with Ecthelion.
Boromir: *curt nod, then keeps walking*
I must speak with Ecthelion. *rubs his forehead, a headache steadily growing*