When Inquisitive looks at Marvin he speaks up "Questions ain't my thing, boss. Kidra is right though. Elibyn spent more time at the tradepost than at home. We should check it out in the morning."
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While Truador and Nyral wander off to investigate the smell, Zanibi walks over to take a look at the closet. She's interested at first in the shawl and will take a quick look at it. But her real interest is in how organized everything is, only to have the shawl tossed aside and shoes kicked off. (Investigation: 27) Unless she feels it might disturb something, she will look a bit deeper into the closet to see if there is anything else.
At the mere mention of the carnival, Kidra squirms more in her seat. She grasps the edges of her chair; her eyes squint with unmasked disgust. "Well I don't know about that. I wasn't gonna go to the carnival anyways. Demons work in those damned carnivals, I tell you. With their mind tricks and... and their acrobatics." She stands up, huffing once. "I do my screaming time to keep them demons away; I don't want nothing to do with them, no sir!" She looks around frantically, making sure that no one is nearby and potentially eavesdropping on the conversation. She bends forward, the rocking chair tipping in your direction as she whispers, "If there's one thing they hate, these demons, it's the sound of screaming that ain't outta fear. They live on fear, and guilt, but if you're screaming just to scream or screaming of delight, it repulses them." She sits back down, satisfied with her episode. "So I don't know if she went or not." She looks at you, Amy, as you speak, and nods in acknowledgment.
Nyral, you pocket the two books, and and follow Truador into the next room. The doorway separating the two rooms gives way to an old kitchen, with a small dining room table for two or three people in the middle. There's two countertops, both lining three-quarters of their two walls, and they meet perpendicularly in the corner. There's a light switch on the wall next to you. It looks like it's connected to the two modest hanging light fixtures in the room. You can see a stove with the vague, blocky shape of a big soup pot on top. Truador, you continue sniffing the air around you and conclude that it's the smell of cold, days old chicken noodle soup, and it's coming from the soup pot. Reflecting the light coming from your light-up-spoon, the glint and glimmer of the various open metal cans and glass cups that lay on the countertops splash all over the walls, floor, and ceiling around you.
Zanibi:
You see that you have some room to step in without disturbing anything in the closet. The shawl is bunched up at the edge nearest to the shoes, suggesting it was thrown off of someone; maybe in a hurry. Going deeper into the closet, you notice that it's not just shoes that are on the floor. There's a shoe box tucked away in a hard-to-reach corner. The shoes themselves are all well broken-in, with the exception of two matching pairs of black heels. All of the other shoes are walking shoes or work shoes, and they're all either a size 11 or a size 8.
There isn't much other than that, and the various overcoats and outerwear hung on the walls of the closet.
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Wrinkling his nose and looking at the soup he says, "This is odd as well. Do we know if the victim had any family? Did anyone live with her? If so, why was this left here." He continues to search the room. He opens up several cabinets checks the table, and floor. If he doesn't find anything out of the ordinary, he will continue on to the next room. He would like to look in the bedroom, but he doesn't want to do so without the others present, just in case he misses something.
Zanibi will first take a look at the two matching pairs of black heels - are they both the same size, or one 8 and one 11? She then works on reaching the shoe box. She will take it out of the closet to have a look inside.
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Inquisitive listened again to Kidra and nodded, noticing she didn't say anything more about the parents, but decided to let it go, for now. "I suppose we all have our different ways to keep our demons at bay Kidra. I'm glad you've found a way for yourself to do that."Inquisitive said with a polite smile, standing up and offering Kidra his hand. "Thank you for your time Kidra. We might return for more questions later, but in the meantime, as my associate Amy said, if you see or come to think of anything that might pertain to this case please don't hestitate to contact us. We'll be staying at the Lazy Peacock for now."
Unless anyone had anything to add Inquisitive would leave the porch and return to the front of the house, messaging Redraziel to keep up the air reconnaissance around them for now. "So, perhaps we should see how the others are doing before deciding how to continue. I realize it is late Marvin but I would prefer to talk to people as soon as possible." He said to Marvin and Amy as he walked over towards Elibyn's house. "Now, which house would be closest from here, Calda Tengrove's orThaymoor Shadowdancer's?"
(Not being the first time Inquisitive would deal with demons he tries to recall if there could be any truth at all to what Kidra is claiming. Knowledge: 18 )
Demons. I never thought about that, but Kidra makes sense. I knew carnivals were evil."It's been a while since you've come to have quiet time at the bar Kidra. You should come by soon. I would like to talk to you on a separate matter." He begins leading the other two to the next house "just remember, not everyone in a small town stays up late into the night like you folks from the city."
(OOC: Since I don't know which one is closer, Marvin will lead us all to the next house!)
There's nothing too interesting in the drawers of the kitchen, but you find a few glasses on the floor, and water stains all over the countertop.
Zanibi:
The shoes indeed are different sizes; size 8 and size 11. You reach over into the shoebox and pull it out; it doesn't have the same weight or feel of a shoebox with just shoes in it. You open it up and there aren't shoes inside, but a few worn-down journals, along with a big wad of letters and envelopes wrapped together with string. The letters are all addressed to Elibyn, from someone named Jezean Ernas. After a while, the name changes to Jezean Ambershadow. Some of the letters are sealed with a plain bronze wax seal, and a small sprig or two of dried flowers in the wax. The journals are leather-bound, and wrapped in a leather string to keep each individual journal closed.
Inquisitive:
Definitely having had experience with demons, you're immediately able to see that Kidra might be a little deluded. Demons don't care for screams, frightened ones or otherwise. That's not what they feed on. As you are well aware of, they prefer only to collect souls, and don't exactly need anything to feed on in order to do so. Of course, you've heard of rogue demons that don't collect souls to climb the ranks of hell like Adramelech does. But, that's not your area of "expertise," so to speak, and there are very few rogue demons out there because it's normally better to work in the nine hells anyways. You dismiss the thought.
When you call Redraziel back, it reports that nothing suspicious had happened when you were talking with Kidra. It then circles around you all in the air, continuing to scout out the space around you.
Kidra takes your hand, and shakes it. "Of course. Stay safe, y'all, and you have a good day." For the first time that night, she smiles when you mention her quiet time, Marvin. "Well sure, Marvin. I'll drop by soon. You take care, now." She stays in her rocking chair, looking up at the full moon while her face drops back to a blank expression.
Marvin:
You know the answer to Inquisitive's last question. The closest house would be Thaymoor's house, a few houses over to the east.
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"I might be considered cityfolk Marvin but I have been traveling all my life so I know a little bit about towns like this as well, but this is still a murder investigation and unless our next contact is actually sleeping I would like to get a word with them tonight."Inquisitive said calmly as they approached the front door to Elibyn's house. "And I think we'd better tell our associates where we're going next before we head on. So which would be the closest house? Calda Tengrove's or Thaymoor Shadowdancer's?"Inquisitive said as he was about to enter Elibyn's house to find the others.
With their sense of magic still up Nyral makes their way through the building to the kitchen. They see the prepared but left out food and a scene is already beginning to form in the drow's mind. They look to Truador and say "The note was from someone who cared, seemed concerned for their health. I know she had at least a couple close friends too. I get the sense she was alone when she died. Do we know who found her body? We should check with the others once we finish looking around. Lots of signs are pointing to she wasn't feeling well for awhile. Even before she died. I think the last day it got way worse seems like she didn't bother cleaning up anything. I wonder if the others were feeling sick before they died as well. Its making me think poison at this point. Could still be magic though."
Nyral looks at the doors to other rooms. "If it was magic that killed her if there is any chance I can detect anything it'll be in the bedroom where she died. Lets check it out."Nyral heads for the next door to whatever room may be behind it. The drow looks over to Zanibi working in the closet on their way by and says "Zanibi, we are going to check the bedroom. Right now all we got is she was feeling pretty sick before she died. Sick for some time by the looks of it. We should see if we can find some evidence of when she began to feel sick. Might tell us when she was poisoned or affected by some magic that took a long time to kill her."
Truador nods, "So it seems. Perhaps we should try to find whoever wrote the note. I don't know who found her body, the mayor didn't give me many details on this victim." He looks at the drow, "If she has been sick for a while, that raises another possibility. Perhaps someone at the carnival is selling false medicines. I somewhat doubt this, but I have seen such a thing happen before. We need to find out for sure if and when she went to the carnival. If she did go to the carnival, we need to know how long it was before she died. I'm still leaning towards poison or a curse, but if she went to the carnival when she was sick.... It is likely sure heard of some sort of cure-all." After saying this, he continues into the bedroom.
(ooc: All of the seals that are present have been broken. They've all been previously opened.)
You open the first letter you see. It's dated from a week and a half ago. There's no wax seal, no flowers on this one, and it's from one Jezean Ambershadow. It reads:
"My love,
I'm coming back tomorrow! With this letter in hand. I just finished with a patient, and have a little downtime.
This war is ghastly. I know I've told you a million times, but I can't stand it. But, I don't want to be idle. I mustn't be idle, I can't---in good conscience---be idle while all of these people get hurt. I'm so glad you're there, 'holding down the fort,' so to speak, and that I'm able to do this. I haven't gotten a single patient able to pay for their care this week, and I only had a handful that were able to pay a little last week. You always assure me when I worry about money. "You're doing an amazing thing," you say, and then keep your shop open a couple extra hours every day of the week just so you can afford to get me the Pisor Times for the crossword. Anny Ruiny, I love you always (like the rest of them), but I don't deserve you. You help everyone with those Verculean efforts of yours and I want nothing more than to give you what you give everyone else. Some days I wonder how you chose to live the past 32 years with me, and how you choose to live the rest of your life with me.
I feel like I'm blabbering on, ad nausem, so I'm going to start packing. The train leaves tonight, and I wouldn't want to miss it.
Love you,
Jez."
Truador, Nyral, you walk into the next room, through a doorless doorway. A new smell---rotten and putrid---creeps in, replacing the smell of stale soup. It smells faint, though.
This room resembles the parlor, in a way. Rectangular in shape, it has hardwood floors, and a rug. On the wall where the doorway you came through is, there is a couch and two end tables pushed up against it. More books sit on the end tables, and there is a small lamp on one of them. At the very end of the same wall, farthest from the doorway, there is a closed door. on the opposite wall, there are two more doors, a closed door and an open one. The open door leads to what looks like a bedroom. On the floor, there's a pile of paper towels and a bucket with a rag hanging off the edge.
Nyral:
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Truador wrinkles his nose at the smell. Looking to the bedroom, he once again finds it odd that the door was left open. Why was this door in particular left open? He has a guess at what may be inside that bucket. "Let's check the bedroom first, then check those other rooms."He says to Nyral. Then he turns to walk into the bedroom, bracing himself in case the stench gets any worse in there. Once in there, he will examine the bucket, then look around the room.
The bedroom is a complete mess. The bed that is pushed up against the wall has no blankets or pillows on it; they've been thrown across the room and lie on the floor in disarray. There are rolls of toilet paper on the floor next to the bed, next to the bucket. That bucket stands next to a wastebasket, filled to the brim with tissue paper. The smell only has gotten stronger inside, and it smells distinctly of iron and bile. There are a few drops of blood and yellow stains all over the head of the bed, and similar stains on the pillow on the floor. There is a modest vanity/dresser at the far side of the room, next to a door leading outside to the back porch. The vanity is a mess as well: books, crossword puzzles, and a journal lay askew on top of it.
Truador:
The bucket looks like a mix of soap and water. Next to the bucket, there are a few stains on the floor, but there isn't anything on top of the stains. Whatever made those stains were probably washed with the water and the rag.
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(OOC: Is the door to the back porch open?)
"I think we were right in thinking that someone came back here." The dragonborn says as he looks around the room. Nodding towards the bucket he says, "It looks like someone tried to clean up some of the blood and bile. Can't say if that was to cover something up or not, but it seems a bit odd."Stepping carefully across the room, he picks up the Journal. If it is open, he will read pages that it is turned to before reading anything else.
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Nyral nods to Truador and does a look around the room with their vision keen on arcane influences their eyes lingering on the books and more specifically a journal. Likely something that the victim was writing in until they died. It looks like whatever the affliction was it was making her quite miserable. Signs of sickness and disease all around as whatever affected Elibyn rapidly got worse and worse to the point drops of blood and yellows stairs could be seen in multiple places. Nyral makes sure they get a view of many things in the room checking for things that may be tucked behind the bedpost or under it as well as looking closely at what was within easy reach for one laying in bed here. "It looks to me whatever got them got really bad. I think I can see why they didn't immediately call it a murder. Seems like a sudden illness in many ways." They do hone in on the journal wanting tonpick it up by Truador beat them to it. The drow very much wanting to know what was written in the journal from when they went to the circus to whatever their last entry was.
When Inquisitive looks at Marvin he speaks up "Questions ain't my thing, boss. Kidra is right though. Elibyn spent more time at the tradepost than at home. We should check it out in the morning."
Amy nods her head in agreement. "And Ms Kidra, if you see anything or think of anything, please let us know."
While Truador and Nyral wander off to investigate the smell, Zanibi walks over to take a look at the closet. She's interested at first in the shawl and will take a quick look at it. But her real interest is in how organized everything is, only to have the shawl tossed aside and shoes kicked off. (Investigation: 27) Unless she feels it might disturb something, she will look a bit deeper into the closet to see if there is anything else.
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At the mere mention of the carnival, Kidra squirms more in her seat. She grasps the edges of her chair; her eyes squint with unmasked disgust. "Well I don't know about that. I wasn't gonna go to the carnival anyways. Demons work in those damned carnivals, I tell you. With their mind tricks and... and their acrobatics." She stands up, huffing once. "I do my screaming time to keep them demons away; I don't want nothing to do with them, no sir!" She looks around frantically, making sure that no one is nearby and potentially eavesdropping on the conversation. She bends forward, the rocking chair tipping in your direction as she whispers, "If there's one thing they hate, these demons, it's the sound of screaming that ain't outta fear. They live on fear, and guilt, but if you're screaming just to scream or screaming of delight, it repulses them." She sits back down, satisfied with her episode. "So I don't know if she went or not." She looks at you, Amy, as you speak, and nods in acknowledgment.
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Group 1: Truador, Nyral, Zanibi
Nyral, you pocket the two books, and and follow Truador into the next room. The doorway separating the two rooms gives way to an old kitchen, with a small dining room table for two or three people in the middle. There's two countertops, both lining three-quarters of their two walls, and they meet perpendicularly in the corner. There's a light switch on the wall next to you. It looks like it's connected to the two modest hanging light fixtures in the room. You can see a stove with the vague, blocky shape of a big soup pot on top. Truador, you continue sniffing the air around you and conclude that it's the smell of cold, days old chicken noodle soup, and it's coming from the soup pot. Reflecting the light coming from your light-up-spoon, the glint and glimmer of the various open metal cans and glass cups that lay on the countertops splash all over the walls, floor, and ceiling around you.
Zanibi:
You see that you have some room to step in without disturbing anything in the closet. The shawl is bunched up at the edge nearest to the shoes, suggesting it was thrown off of someone; maybe in a hurry. Going deeper into the closet, you notice that it's not just shoes that are on the floor. There's a shoe box tucked away in a hard-to-reach corner. The shoes themselves are all well broken-in, with the exception of two matching pairs of black heels. All of the other shoes are walking shoes or work shoes, and they're all either a size 11 or a size 8.
There isn't much other than that, and the various overcoats and outerwear hung on the walls of the closet.
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Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
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Wrinkling his nose and looking at the soup he says, "This is odd as well. Do we know if the victim had any family? Did anyone live with her? If so, why was this left here." He continues to search the room. He opens up several cabinets checks the table, and floor. If he doesn't find anything out of the ordinary, he will continue on to the next room. He would like to look in the bedroom, but he doesn't want to do so without the others present, just in case he misses something.
Investigation: 23
Perception: 22
Zanibi will first take a look at the two matching pairs of black heels - are they both the same size, or one 8 and one 11? She then works on reaching the shoe box. She will take it out of the closet to have a look inside.
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Inquisitive listened again to Kidra and nodded, noticing she didn't say anything more about the parents, but decided to let it go, for now. "I suppose we all have our different ways to keep our demons at bay Kidra. I'm glad you've found a way for yourself to do that." Inquisitive said with a polite smile, standing up and offering Kidra his hand. "Thank you for your time Kidra. We might return for more questions later, but in the meantime, as my associate Amy said, if you see or come to think of anything that might pertain to this case please don't hestitate to contact us. We'll be staying at the Lazy Peacock for now."
Unless anyone had anything to add Inquisitive would leave the porch and return to the front of the house, messaging Redraziel to keep up the air reconnaissance around them for now.
"So, perhaps we should see how the others are doing before deciding how to continue. I realize it is late Marvin but I would prefer to talk to people as soon as possible." He said to Marvin and Amy as he walked over towards Elibyn's house. "Now, which house would be closest from here, Calda Tengrove's or Thaymoor Shadowdancer's?"
(Not being the first time Inquisitive would deal with demons he tries to recall if there could be any truth at all to what Kidra is claiming. Knowledge: 18 )
Demons. I never thought about that, but Kidra makes sense. I knew carnivals were evil. "It's been a while since you've come to have quiet time at the bar Kidra. You should come by soon. I would like to talk to you on a separate matter." He begins leading the other two to the next house "just remember, not everyone in a small town stays up late into the night like you folks from the city."
(OOC: Since I don't know which one is closer, Marvin will lead us all to the next house!)
Truador:
There's nothing too interesting in the drawers of the kitchen, but you find a few glasses on the floor, and water stains all over the countertop.
Zanibi:
The shoes indeed are different sizes; size 8 and size 11. You reach over into the shoebox and pull it out; it doesn't have the same weight or feel of a shoebox with just shoes in it. You open it up and there aren't shoes inside, but a few worn-down journals, along with a big wad of letters and envelopes wrapped together with string. The letters are all addressed to Elibyn, from someone named Jezean Ernas. After a while, the name changes to Jezean Ambershadow. Some of the letters are sealed with a plain bronze wax seal, and a small sprig or two of dried flowers in the wax. The journals are leather-bound, and wrapped in a leather string to keep each individual journal closed.
Inquisitive:
Definitely having had experience with demons, you're immediately able to see that Kidra might be a little deluded. Demons don't care for screams, frightened ones or otherwise. That's not what they feed on. As you are well aware of, they prefer only to collect souls, and don't exactly need anything to feed on in order to do so. Of course, you've heard of rogue demons that don't collect souls to climb the ranks of hell like Adramelech does. But, that's not your area of "expertise," so to speak, and there are very few rogue demons out there because it's normally better to work in the nine hells anyways. You dismiss the thought.
When you call Redraziel back, it reports that nothing suspicious had happened when you were talking with Kidra. It then circles around you all in the air, continuing to scout out the space around you.
Kidra takes your hand, and shakes it. "Of course. Stay safe, y'all, and you have a good day." For the first time that night, she smiles when you mention her quiet time, Marvin. "Well sure, Marvin. I'll drop by soon. You take care, now." She stays in her rocking chair, looking up at the full moon while her face drops back to a blank expression.
Marvin:
You know the answer to Inquisitive's last question. The closest house would be Thaymoor's house, a few houses over to the east.
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Taking note of the water stains, Truador will enter the next room.
Perception: 17
Zanibri decides to take a look at just one of the letters to get an idea of their contents. She'll pick one that is from Jezean Ambershadow.
(OOC - I wasn't clear, but are the envelops still sealed, as in never opened? Or just the wax seal is present but broken?)
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"I might be considered cityfolk Marvin but I have been traveling all my life so I know a little bit about towns like this as well, but this is still a murder investigation and unless our next contact is actually sleeping I would like to get a word with them tonight." Inquisitive said calmly as they approached the front door to Elibyn's house. "And I think we'd better tell our associates where we're going next before we head on. So which would be the closest house? Calda Tengrove's or Thaymoor Shadowdancer's?" Inquisitive said as he was about to enter Elibyn's house to find the others.
With their sense of magic still up Nyral makes their way through the building to the kitchen. They see the prepared but left out food and a scene is already beginning to form in the drow's mind. They look to Truador and say "The note was from someone who cared, seemed concerned for their health. I know she had at least a couple close friends too. I get the sense she was alone when she died. Do we know who found her body? We should check with the others once we finish looking around. Lots of signs are pointing to she wasn't feeling well for awhile. Even before she died. I think the last day it got way worse seems like she didn't bother cleaning up anything. I wonder if the others were feeling sick before they died as well. Its making me think poison at this point. Could still be magic though."
Nyral looks at the doors to other rooms. "If it was magic that killed her if there is any chance I can detect anything it'll be in the bedroom where she died. Lets check it out." Nyral heads for the next door to whatever room may be behind it. The drow looks over to Zanibi working in the closet on their way by and says "Zanibi, we are going to check the bedroom. Right now all we got is she was feeling pretty sick before she died. Sick for some time by the looks of it. We should see if we can find some evidence of when she began to feel sick. Might tell us when she was poisoned or affected by some magic that took a long time to kill her."
Truador nods, "So it seems. Perhaps we should try to find whoever wrote the note. I don't know who found her body, the mayor didn't give me many details on this victim." He looks at the drow, "If she has been sick for a while, that raises another possibility. Perhaps someone at the carnival is selling false medicines. I somewhat doubt this, but I have seen such a thing happen before. We need to find out for sure if and when she went to the carnival. If she did go to the carnival, we need to know how long it was before she died. I'm still leaning towards poison or a curse, but if she went to the carnival when she was sick.... It is likely sure heard of some sort of cure-all." After saying this, he continues into the bedroom.
Zanibi:
(ooc: All of the seals that are present have been broken. They've all been previously opened.)
You open the first letter you see. It's dated from a week and a half ago. There's no wax seal, no flowers on this one, and it's from one Jezean Ambershadow. It reads:
"My love,
I'm coming back tomorrow! With this letter in hand. I just finished with a patient, and have a little downtime.
This war is ghastly. I know I've told you a million times, but I can't stand it. But, I don't want to be idle. I mustn't be idle, I can't---in good conscience---be idle while all of these people get hurt. I'm so glad you're there, 'holding down the fort,' so to speak, and that I'm able to do this. I haven't gotten a single patient able to pay for their care this week, and I only had a handful that were able to pay a little last week. You always assure me when I worry about money. "You're doing an amazing thing," you say, and then keep your shop open a couple extra hours every day of the week just so you can afford to get me the Pisor Times for the crossword. Anny Ruiny, I love you always (like the rest of them), but I don't deserve you. You help everyone with those Verculean efforts of yours and I want nothing more than to give you what you give everyone else. Some days I wonder how you chose to live the past 32 years with me, and how you choose to live the rest of your life with me.
I feel like I'm blabbering on, ad nausem, so I'm going to start packing. The train leaves tonight, and I wouldn't want to miss it.
Love you,
Jez."
Truador, Nyral, you walk into the next room, through a doorless doorway. A new smell---rotten and putrid---creeps in, replacing the smell of stale soup. It smells faint, though.
This room resembles the parlor, in a way. Rectangular in shape, it has hardwood floors, and a rug. On the wall where the doorway you came through is, there is a couch and two end tables pushed up against it. More books sit on the end tables, and there is a small lamp on one of them. At the very end of the same wall, farthest from the doorway, there is a closed door. on the opposite wall, there are two more doors, a closed door and an open one. The open door leads to what looks like a bedroom. On the floor, there's a pile of paper towels and a bucket with a rag hanging off the edge.
Nyral:
From now on, if you'd like to see things using Detect Magic, please make an accompanying skill check (either Perception or Investigation).
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Truador wrinkles his nose at the smell. Looking to the bedroom, he once again finds it odd that the door was left open. Why was this door in particular left open? He has a guess at what may be inside that bucket. "Let's check the bedroom first, then check those other rooms." He says to Nyral. Then he turns to walk into the bedroom, bracing himself in case the stench gets any worse in there. Once in there, he will examine the bucket, then look around the room.
Investigation: 17
Perception: 14
The bedroom is a complete mess. The bed that is pushed up against the wall has no blankets or pillows on it; they've been thrown across the room and lie on the floor in disarray. There are rolls of toilet paper on the floor next to the bed, next to the bucket. That bucket stands next to a wastebasket, filled to the brim with tissue paper. The smell only has gotten stronger inside, and it smells distinctly of iron and bile. There are a few drops of blood and yellow stains all over the head of the bed, and similar stains on the pillow on the floor. There is a modest vanity/dresser at the far side of the room, next to a door leading outside to the back porch. The vanity is a mess as well: books, crossword puzzles, and a journal lay askew on top of it.
Truador:
The bucket looks like a mix of soap and water. Next to the bucket, there are a few stains on the floor, but there isn't anything on top of the stains. Whatever made those stains were probably washed with the water and the rag.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
(OOC: Is the door to the back porch open?)
"I think we were right in thinking that someone came back here." The dragonborn says as he looks around the room. Nodding towards the bucket he says, "It looks like someone tried to clean up some of the blood and bile. Can't say if that was to cover something up or not, but it seems a bit odd." Stepping carefully across the room, he picks up the Journal. If it is open, he will read pages that it is turned to before reading anything else.
Investigation: 25
Nyral nods to Truador and does a look around the room with their vision keen on arcane influences their eyes lingering on the books and more specifically a journal. Likely something that the victim was writing in until they died. It looks like whatever the affliction was it was making her quite miserable. Signs of sickness and disease all around as whatever affected Elibyn rapidly got worse and worse to the point drops of blood and yellows stairs could be seen in multiple places. Nyral makes sure they get a view of many things in the room checking for things that may be tucked behind the bedpost or under it as well as looking closely at what was within easy reach for one laying in bed here. "It looks to me whatever got them got really bad. I think I can see why they didn't immediately call it a murder. Seems like a sudden illness in many ways." They do hone in on the journal wanting tonpick it up by Truador beat them to it. The drow very much wanting to know what was written in the journal from when they went to the circus to whatever their last entry was.
Detect Magic Up
Perception 18
Investigation 19