Stabbed? In the Chest? Campaign Diary
So there they stood, watching the fire slowly grow to an inferno. Our heroes had a brief chat with Veridis, who gently asked them their story. M’narr politely suggested that he just wanted to know how to get the fuck out of this god damn town – all everyone wants is to find out how to fucking get back to fucking Sigil – but Veridis made his excuses and went to calm the townsfolk. M’narr did manage to secure a meeting in two days’ time, however. Don’t call us, we’ll call you, were essentially Veridis’s words, as he tossed a single gold coin to M’narr as thanks. What a twat.
The party made a quick stop at the Storehouses and met an irritable Dymvasis Ren, a fellow in a red cap with an oiled goatee who knew very little about the murdered ratatosk, thank you, and would you please leave me to my dinner. There was nothing much left to do but dinner and bed.
The next morning, a scream shook the party out of their various morning rituals. Investigating the noise, the party found Flederoth, the Githzerai innkeeper, next door, hurriedly trying to calm a female human colleague. The room is a tavern bedroom much like any other, with the notable exception of the fact there’s a dead body jammed into the chest in the corner, the corpse’s face twisted in a silent scream of terror. Flederoth whirls round, opens his mouth, and then pauses for a moment in thought. He quietly ushers the three in and closes the door. Flederoth explains the body (human, male, some kind of businessman) has just been found, and offers the heroes a suspiciously massive quantity of jink if they find out who killed him and why (and if they agree to keep their mouths shut). M’narr, ever the Guvner, isn’t keen on leaving the town’s authorities out of the issue, but becomes less sure when Ragados sees how long the body’s been dead. Thing is, Flederoth is certain he saw the cutter alive yesterday. There’s a shapeshifter afoot. The trio do not accept or commit to Flederoth’s offer, even after he pulls out a massive bag of coin. The githzerai does his best to shrug it off, and leaves them to snoop around the room.
The room is nearly pristine. No disturbance, no fight. Just a body in a chest with a chest full of stab wounds. The dagger’s in the corpse’s hand. The party finds a business card for Dymvasis Ren, and a suitcase full of tools. Before they leave, Ragados finds an odd contraption in a pillowcase that looks to be a device for collecting dew. The heroes are a little stumped, but they at least have a couple of leads to follow up, and they head on out.
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