“No…” The word comes out muffled. “I don’t know. She might’ve when I was gone, getting her food or art supplies. But I don’t think so.”
Zanibi:
The room you walk into is of average size, with average furnishings. Two beds lay opposite to each other, lining two of the walls. One has the blankets thrown to the edge of the bed, and the sheet covering the mattress is soiled with the same substances you saw in the other victims’ beds. The short side of both beds are butted up against a wall with a window, where a window box sits with pansies and other flowers planted inside. A few jars of crushed dried flowers sit on the windowsill, and the entire wall is covered in diagrams of plants, mushrooms, and ephemera. The wall opposite the window is bare, and two doors stand side-by-side. One you just walked through, and another is closed. Truador is currently looking at something on this wall.
On the floor lies a closed wooden box, and it looks like it was not placed there, but thrown. You crouch to take a better look at the box, and notice lying next to it---close to the bed with messy sheets---is a single black sketchbook. Next to that, under the bed, there are two boxes, a small box and a larger one next to it.
Truador:
You enter through the door, and for some reason gravitate to the only bare wall in the room. The door you walked through is on this wall, and another closed door stands next to it. You notice the wall’s beige paint and textured drywall, the space between the two white door frames, and the large dent right in the center of it all. It looks like something was thrown at the wall, and either Nym and Calda didn’t bother to fix it, or it was done relatively recently.
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Yul looks over the rest of the papers on his desk as you speak, Amy, gathering them into a pile and placing them at the corner of his desk. “The investigation was opened just two days ago, and my team and I have been… stretched quite thin, I’m afraid. It's all we have, along with what Barryl has. He should also have a box of the physical evidence we’ve brought from the crime scenes filed away.” Hesits back down, shimmying a little in his seat. He then shifts his gaze to you, Inquisitive. “They moved to Pisor a while ago. I haven’t heard from them since, but if you ask the Mayor for permission to use the town phone, I’m sure you could get in contact with them.” He pulls out a business card from his pants pocket, writes something on it, and hands it to you. “The best person to ask about that would be Tare, believe it or not.” He clears his throat and continues, “She’s the town librarian, and might have some books or papers on it in her archives. I personally know very little about it; I was fortunate enough to have been living on the other side of the world when it happened, and we were one of the few countries to remain neutral when the People’s Republic escalated the conflict. I began to hear more and more about it when I moved to Esperal. A majority of the people living here are refugees and immigrants.”
The card Yul hands to you, Inquisitive, has the name “Valrel Rondro, Pisor” written in neat pen.
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After glancing over the wooden box, Zanibi picks up the sketchbook and leafs through it. Once she has had a few moments to thoroughly go through it, she sets it back down and turns her attention to the box. She looks to see if it has a latch of any sort and tries to open it.
Truador stares at the wall, trying to think of all the possible ways this dent could have gotten there. Perhaps she threw something at it during a nightmare? Was it an accident? He examines it closer, trying to decipher just how long the dent had been there and what might have been thrown at it. Is there dust in the dent? (Yes, since this is all he noticed, he is going to investigate it until he's sure there's nothing important about it.)
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"It's okay if you don't know. Sounds like you were busy yourself. That's nothing to blame yourself for. I'd like to establish a timeline if you could help with that it would be great. To that end I'm going to ask a few question on that line. You're doing great helping us already. Don't worry about not knowing things as we have other leads that help fill in the blanks. First off, I'd like to establish when she first started having nightmares. Then I'd like to establish when she started showing signs of being sick. Lastly, the final time you talked to her when she was alive. I know its hard to remember exact times so lets use the carnival as a point to go around. Did she start having nightmares before or after the carnival came to town? How long after she began having nightmares did she start to show signs of sickness? After she got sick how much longer until you last talked with her? Feel free to add anything you feel is important. It might seem minor to you but if something stuck in your mind I bet it did because there is something to it." Nyral gives the man time to process again and waits for him to be ready to talk. Nyral is also trying to get a sense of if the man is hiding something he feels ashamed of of feels they need to hide for some reason.
Inquisitve listened and nodded politely as the detective sergeant spoke, accepting the business card, looking at it quickly before pocketing it. "Thank you for your time then Detective Sergeant Yul, I don't think we have any more questions at the moment." The tiefling said with a polite smile, glancing over at his associates Amy and Marvin to check if he missed something.
Assuming no further questions are needed and that Barry provides the team with what was promised, Inquisitive is then ready to head on to make some phonecalls from the house Marvin showed him last night.
"So, any thoughts you want to share?"Inquisitive asked Amy and Marvin as they walked to their next port of call. "I think we have no less than three phonecalls to make now. After that we can return to the Lazy Peacock to speak to Tare and Calda’s roommate Nym."
Nym stays silent for a minute. After this minute, he looks up at you and says, “That depends on what you consider the carnival to be. They started setting up the carnival grounds a little over a week or so ago, but the carnival itself has only been performing for three-ish days. She died… she died a week ago, and the nightmares---the really bad ones---started a few days before that. The sickness and the nightmares went hand-in-hand. I last talked with her…” he trails off and the tears return to his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a breathy sound comes out. He tries a couple more times to speak and ultimately gives up, jumping out of his chair with a bang and storming off into the other room.
Zanibi, because you are the only one in the room not staring at a wall, you see Nym stride quickly into the room, grab something from underneath the neater of the two beds, and stride back out.
He sits down in his chair again with force, slams a notebook on the table, and opens it to an empty page. With tears streaming down his face he writes something and then pushes the notebook to you so you can read what it says.
“Last talked the night before the day before she died.”
Zanibi:
The sketchbook has just what you’d expect inside: sketches. You don’t notice anything too out of the ordinary---most of the sketches are fashion designs, and others are of Nym---until around the halfway point in the book. The sketches become more jagged, more ambiguous. After a few pages, the sketches are only of a single, black figure with no defining features, done in mad strokes of charcoal. A few more pages, and the rest of the book is empty.
So, you turn your attention to the box. There is a copper latch on the front, and it opens with ease. Inside is a tiny wind-up music mechanism that plays a little jingle when the box opens. The glass mirror on the lid of the box is broken. There is a compartment inside that is empty.
Nyral:
It doesn't seem like he's withholding information. You can feel that he earnestly wants to help with the investigation, no matter how hard or frustrating it gets.
Truador:
It’s incredible how much you can glean from staring at the wall. You are finally able to pry your eyes away from the dent, and look around the room. Zanibi is holding a small box, and though you can’t see the details very well, you have a feeling that that box was the cause of the dent. And it’s not too much of a stretch to say someone threw it at the wall recently. There is no dust in the dent.
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“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.” Yul gets up, and holds the door of his office open for you as you file out, hanging back a little in case you have any more questions.
When you arrive back at the front desk, Barry readily hands you a single piece of paper, and a very light box. The paper appears to be a statement of sorts, and inside the box lies a single pillow covered in scratch marks and reeking of bodily fluids.
The statement:
"I was doing the stage lay with my crew, because it was opening night. We always do it on opening night; it's almost like a good-luck ritual before we perform. Anyways, in the middle of the stage-lay one of the sound guys said he had to leave. Which never happens, no one leaves a stage lay, but he did. He was saying that he was feeling sick and seeing things. Hallucinations. I mean, he threw up and said he was fine afterwards, and we went on to have a great opening night, but he's been shaken up ever since."
It was taken three days ago, and there is a name at the bottom of the page: "Cat Mossgrove."
"Zanibi. I think someone has been in here recently. And I think whoever it was threw that at this wall." He points at the box in her hands, "What's in it? Any idea why someone would want to get rid of it?"
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Zanibi shows Truador one of the sketches of the single black figure, drawn in mad strokes in charcoal. "Seems like Elibyn wrote about something like this. If I remember right." She then takes a look at the box she is holding. "It did appear to have been thrown," she agrees. She takes a closer look at the copper latch. Could it have been damaged or broken to get the box open? (Investigation: 23) "There's a compartment inside but it's empty."
She watches with curiosity as Nym comes in, grabs something, and heads right back out again. After blinking after him a couple of times she continues on talking to Truador as though nothing had happened. "Perhaps I should see if I can detect any magic in here, but first..."Zanibi waves her hands, chanting 'Arseum Fibill!' and she creates a floating spectral hand. She uses it to cautiously pull the other two box out from under the bed, setting them at her feet. "There we are. Figured we should take alook at these as well."
Truador examines the drawing, "Interesting. Perhaps we should ask our friend out there if he's let anyone else into this room since the incident."
Oblivious to the fact the elf had walked into the room, he watches Zanibi use her spectral hand to pull the boxes out from under the bed. "Good idea. I'll take this one, you take that one." He bends down and examines the box, to make sure there isn't anything on it that he shouldn't disturb, or that might hurt him, before he starts sifting through it.
Inquisitive nodded politely as he left the detective sergeant's office. "Thank you, we will most likely return before this is over."
The tiefling read the statement and looked into the box, wrinkling his nose while quickly putting the lid back on, then turning to Barry. "The statement, why and where was it taken? And where can we find this Cat Mossgrove?" He said to the dwarf. "Also, is this a pillow from Thaymoor Shadowdancer's house? And why did you decide to take it here?"
The latch isn't broken. It's a small hook latch without a lock, and the cooper looks very worn down. Whoever it belonged to used it very often.
Truador:
The first box is filled with books of all kinds: diaries, journals, sketchbooks and books of large watercolor paper. All of the books are filled with entries and art, except for one. It's a tiny black book filled halfway through.
(I'll post what's inside tomorrow morning when I actually get that written down---also I have to sleep.)
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"She came to us. She had heard of Calda and Thaymoor's deaths, and thought that there might be some sort of connection between them and what happened to her... sound guy." Barry sighs, his eyebrows furrowed. "She calls herself.. what is it, a "techie?" Yeah. She works as some sort of manager at the carnival. I'd check there first. As for the pillow, I heard there was something strange on it and the team on this case wanted to get a better look at it---but I'm not sure. You're gonna have to check back with Sergeant Yul on that one."
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Most pages only have one or two sentences written inside:
"Stuck in an endless loop of trying to catch a bus, and missing it. Every time I missed a bus, I would check my watch and run to the next stop. Then I'd miss that bus. Rinse and repeat," one page reads.
Another is just a single word: "Boring."
And another still: "Woke up, went to the woods to draw, and tripped on a branch. Then I woke up again."
The closer to the middle of the book you read, the more strange these entries get.
"Felt something strange in my mouth. When I poked on the roof of my mouth with my tongue, I felt a bunch of rough, movingthings. I spat something out, and in the pool of spittle lay a drowned housefly. I spent the rest of the day using my finger to scrape the flies out of my mouth."
"My teeth grew too big for my face. Went a whole day like this, until my lower jaw broke off because of the teeth."
The last few entires are a lot like what you saw on Elibyn's notebook. The letters become increasingly jagged and deformed.
"Sitting in a circle withh faceless people. Nym stood in the center gladiator ring and was killed twenty times at least."
"I always felt feel like somebodys watchIng me."
"Bbugs hatched from my eyes i didddddn't feel anything but i couldtell it hu rt."
"Hhim. I could only feeel him. I wassitting down and he smelled (death) and started scratching my faceoff"
(You can blame Michael Jackson for the third to last one loll)
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Truador holds up the small black book. "It looks like Calda wrote down her nightmares." He says to Zanibi, "Some of this sounds like what Elibyn experienced. It sounds like she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. That aligns with Elibyn's autopsy, so they definitely died in the same fashion."
"Excellent!" Zanibi says in response to Truador's explanation of the black book's contents. "Well... I guess it wasn't excellent that had nightmares like that. Or that she died. But the information is helpful." She then looks to open up the second box now. (Investigation: 20)
Inquisitive nodded and smiled politely at the dwarf, stowing away the box and the statement in his pack. "Thank you for your assistance then Barry, I'm sure we will be back soon." He said with another nod, then turning to leave. It was strange to him that the EPD had gotten interested in this pillow but apparently didn't bother to check the others. Or they did and the clues just eluded them. Now at least Zanibi could examine this pillow for any traces of the Coachmare spell. The statement from the carnival manager confounded him a bit though. Could it just be a red herring or were these murders not connected in the way he first had thought?
As they get outside the EPD the tiefling turns to Marvin. "It seems you might be right about the carnival having a place in all this Marvin, but perhaps not they way you thought. I suppose we will visit the carnival this afternoon."Inquisitive said calmly. "Now, if you could show us the closest way to the place with the phone, the town hall was it?"
Nyral doesn't want to push the elf too hard but they need information. So the drow sums up what they said first "I see. Thank you for giving us a timeline despite the difficulty. It sounds like it took a few days of sickness and nightmares before they died, this will be invaluable information for finding people that might also be affected to help them before it's too late." Nyral hopes their connections in town will find someone else before it's too late for them and hopefully give them a big lead. There is every possibility that there are others here being affected and the sooner they can find them the sooner they can get help. For now he tries to stay on target asking questions. He gives the elf another few minutes to calm so he feels he can talk again and then says, "If you're ready my next question: Did you have any reason to suspect it was something other then a sickness at the time? Or perhaps shortly after she passed some odd event occurred here? I am very concerned with figuring out how she was affected by this malady. If nothing comes to mind you can rest easy knowing that you have been a big help, you've already given us some very useful information."
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Group 1: Nyral, Zanibi, Truador
“No…” The word comes out muffled. “I don’t know. She might’ve when I was gone, getting her food or art supplies. But I don’t think so.”
Zanibi:
The room you walk into is of average size, with average furnishings. Two beds lay opposite to each other, lining two of the walls. One has the blankets thrown to the edge of the bed, and the sheet covering the mattress is soiled with the same substances you saw in the other victims’ beds. The short side of both beds are butted up against a wall with a window, where a window box sits with pansies and other flowers planted inside. A few jars of crushed dried flowers sit on the windowsill, and the entire wall is covered in diagrams of plants, mushrooms, and ephemera. The wall opposite the window is bare, and two doors stand side-by-side. One you just walked through, and another is closed. Truador is currently looking at something on this wall.
On the floor lies a closed wooden box, and it looks like it was not placed there, but thrown. You crouch to take a better look at the box, and notice lying next to it---close to the bed with messy sheets---is a single black sketchbook. Next to that, under the bed, there are two boxes, a small box and a larger one next to it.
Truador:
You enter through the door, and for some reason gravitate to the only bare wall in the room. The door you walked through is on this wall, and another closed door stands next to it. You notice the wall’s beige paint and textured drywall, the space between the two white door frames, and the large dent right in the center of it all. It looks like something was thrown at the wall, and either Nym and Calda didn’t bother to fix it, or it was done relatively recently.
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Group 2: Amy, Marvin, Inquisitive
Yul looks over the rest of the papers on his desk as you speak, Amy, gathering them into a pile and placing them at the corner of his desk. “The investigation was opened just two days ago, and my team and I have been… stretched quite thin, I’m afraid. It's all we have, along with what Barryl has. He should also have a box of the physical evidence we’ve brought from the crime scenes filed away.” He sits back down, shimmying a little in his seat. He then shifts his gaze to you, Inquisitive. “They moved to Pisor a while ago. I haven’t heard from them since, but if you ask the Mayor for permission to use the town phone, I’m sure you could get in contact with them.” He pulls out a business card from his pants pocket, writes something on it, and hands it to you. “The best person to ask about that would be Tare, believe it or not.” He clears his throat and continues, “She’s the town librarian, and might have some books or papers on it in her archives. I personally know very little about it; I was fortunate enough to have been living on the other side of the world when it happened, and we were one of the few countries to remain neutral when the People’s Republic escalated the conflict. I began to hear more and more about it when I moved to Esperal. A majority of the people living here are refugees and immigrants.”
The card Yul hands to you, Inquisitive, has the name “Valrel Rondro, Pisor” written in neat pen.
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After glancing over the wooden box, Zanibi picks up the sketchbook and leafs through it. Once she has had a few moments to thoroughly go through it, she sets it back down and turns her attention to the box. She looks to see if it has a latch of any sort and tries to open it.
(Investigation, as needed: 23)
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Truador stares at the wall, trying to think of all the possible ways this dent could have gotten there. Perhaps she threw something at it during a nightmare? Was it an accident? He examines it closer, trying to decipher just how long the dent had been there and what might have been thrown at it. Is there dust in the dent? (Yes, since this is all he noticed, he is going to investigate it until he's sure there's nothing important about it.)
Investigation: 18
"It's okay if you don't know. Sounds like you were busy yourself. That's nothing to blame yourself for. I'd like to establish a timeline if you could help with that it would be great. To that end I'm going to ask a few question on that line. You're doing great helping us already. Don't worry about not knowing things as we have other leads that help fill in the blanks. First off, I'd like to establish when she first started having nightmares. Then I'd like to establish when she started showing signs of being sick. Lastly, the final time you talked to her when she was alive. I know its hard to remember exact times so lets use the carnival as a point to go around. Did she start having nightmares before or after the carnival came to town? How long after she began having nightmares did she start to show signs of sickness? After she got sick how much longer until you last talked with her? Feel free to add anything you feel is important. It might seem minor to you but if something stuck in your mind I bet it did because there is something to it." Nyral gives the man time to process again and waits for him to be ready to talk. Nyral is also trying to get a sense of if the man is hiding something he feels ashamed of of feels they need to hide for some reason.
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Inquisitve listened and nodded politely as the detective sergeant spoke, accepting the business card, looking at it quickly before pocketing it. "Thank you for your time then Detective Sergeant Yul, I don't think we have any more questions at the moment." The tiefling said with a polite smile, glancing over at his associates Amy and Marvin to check if he missed something.
Assuming no further questions are needed and that Barry provides the team with what was promised, Inquisitive is then ready to head on to make some phonecalls from the house Marvin showed him last night.
"So, any thoughts you want to share?" Inquisitive asked Amy and Marvin as they walked to their next port of call. "I think we have no less than three phonecalls to make now. After that we can return to the Lazy Peacock to speak to Tare and Calda’s roommate Nym."
Group 1: Zanibi, Truador, Nyral
Nym stays silent for a minute. After this minute, he looks up at you and says, “That depends on what you consider the carnival to be. They started setting up the carnival grounds a little over a week or so ago, but the carnival itself has only been performing for three-ish days. She died… she died a week ago, and the nightmares---the really bad ones---started a few days before that. The sickness and the nightmares went hand-in-hand. I last talked with her…” he trails off and the tears return to his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but only a breathy sound comes out. He tries a couple more times to speak and ultimately gives up, jumping out of his chair with a bang and storming off into the other room.
Zanibi, because you are the only one in the room not staring at a wall, you see Nym stride quickly into the room, grab something from underneath the neater of the two beds, and stride back out.
He sits down in his chair again with force, slams a notebook on the table, and opens it to an empty page. With tears streaming down his face he writes something and then pushes the notebook to you so you can read what it says.
“Last talked the night before the day before she died.”
Zanibi:
The sketchbook has just what you’d expect inside: sketches. You don’t notice anything too out of the ordinary---most of the sketches are fashion designs, and others are of Nym---until around the halfway point in the book. The sketches become more jagged, more ambiguous. After a few pages, the sketches are only of a single, black figure with no defining features, done in mad strokes of charcoal. A few more pages, and the rest of the book is empty.
So, you turn your attention to the box. There is a copper latch on the front, and it opens with ease. Inside is a tiny wind-up music mechanism that plays a little jingle when the box opens. The glass mirror on the lid of the box is broken. There is a compartment inside that is empty.
Nyral:
It doesn't seem like he's withholding information. You can feel that he earnestly wants to help with the investigation, no matter how hard or frustrating it gets.
Truador:
It’s incredible how much you can glean from staring at the wall. You are finally able to pry your eyes away from the dent, and look around the room. Zanibi is holding a small box, and though you can’t see the details very well, you have a feeling that that box was the cause of the dent. And it’s not too much of a stretch to say someone threw it at the wall recently. There is no dust in the dent.
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Group 2: Inquisitive, Amy, Marvin
“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.” Yul gets up, and holds the door of his office open for you as you file out, hanging back a little in case you have any more questions.
When you arrive back at the front desk, Barry readily hands you a single piece of paper, and a very light box. The paper appears to be a statement of sorts, and inside the box lies a single pillow covered in scratch marks and reeking of bodily fluids.
The statement:
"I was doing the stage lay with my crew, because it was opening night. We always do it on opening night; it's almost like a good-luck ritual before we perform. Anyways, in the middle of the stage-lay one of the sound guys said he had to leave. Which never happens, no one leaves a stage lay, but he did. He was saying that he was feeling sick and seeing things. Hallucinations. I mean, he threw up and said he was fine afterwards, and we went on to have a great opening night, but he's been shaken up ever since."
It was taken three days ago, and there is a name at the bottom of the page: "Cat Mossgrove."
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"Zanibi. I think someone has been in here recently. And I think whoever it was threw that at this wall." He points at the box in her hands, "What's in it? Any idea why someone would want to get rid of it?"
Zanibi shows Truador one of the sketches of the single black figure, drawn in mad strokes in charcoal. "Seems like Elibyn wrote about something like this. If I remember right." She then takes a look at the box she is holding. "It did appear to have been thrown," she agrees. She takes a closer look at the copper latch. Could it have been damaged or broken to get the box open? (Investigation: 23) "There's a compartment inside but it's empty."
She watches with curiosity as Nym comes in, grabs something, and heads right back out again. After blinking after him a couple of times she continues on talking to Truador as though nothing had happened. "Perhaps I should see if I can detect any magic in here, but first..." Zanibi waves her hands, chanting 'Arseum Fibill!' and she creates a floating spectral hand. She uses it to cautiously pull the other two box out from under the bed, setting them at her feet. "There we are. Figured we should take alook at these as well."
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Truador examines the drawing, "Interesting. Perhaps we should ask our friend out there if he's let anyone else into this room since the incident."
Oblivious to the fact the elf had walked into the room, he watches Zanibi use her spectral hand to pull the boxes out from under the bed. "Good idea. I'll take this one, you take that one." He bends down and examines the box, to make sure there isn't anything on it that he shouldn't disturb, or that might hurt him, before he starts sifting through it.
Investigation: 26 (Natural Twenty!)
Inquisitive nodded politely as he left the detective sergeant's office. "Thank you, we will most likely return before this is over."
The tiefling read the statement and looked into the box, wrinkling his nose while quickly putting the lid back on, then turning to Barry. "The statement, why and where was it taken? And where can we find this Cat Mossgrove?" He said to the dwarf. "Also, is this a pillow from Thaymoor Shadowdancer's house? And why did you decide to take it here?"
Group 1: Truador, Zanibi, Nyral
Zanibi:
The latch isn't broken. It's a small hook latch without a lock, and the cooper looks very worn down. Whoever it belonged to used it very often.
Truador:
The first box is filled with books of all kinds: diaries, journals, sketchbooks and books of large watercolor paper. All of the books are filled with entries and art, except for one. It's a tiny black book filled halfway through.
(I'll post what's inside tomorrow morning when I actually get that written down---also I have to sleep.)
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Group 2: Inquisitive, Marvin, Amy
"She came to us. She had heard of Calda and Thaymoor's deaths, and thought that there might be some sort of connection between them and what happened to her... sound guy." Barry sighs, his eyebrows furrowed. "She calls herself.. what is it, a "techie?" Yeah. She works as some sort of manager at the carnival. I'd check there first. As for the pillow, I heard there was something strange on it and the team on this case wanted to get a better look at it---but I'm not sure. You're gonna have to check back with Sergeant Yul on that one."
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
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Truador Prt. 2:
(... nevermind, got it.)
Most pages only have one or two sentences written inside:
"Stuck in an endless loop of trying to catch a bus, and missing it. Every time I missed a bus, I would check my watch and run to the next stop. Then I'd miss that bus. Rinse and repeat," one page reads.
Another is just a single word: "Boring."
And another still: "Woke up, went to the woods to draw, and tripped on a branch. Then I woke up again."
The closer to the middle of the book you read, the more strange these entries get.
"Felt something strange in my mouth. When I poked on the roof of my mouth with my tongue, I felt a bunch of rough, moving things. I spat something out, and in the pool of spittle lay a drowned housefly. I spent the rest of the day using my finger to scrape the flies out of my mouth."
"My teeth grew too big for my face. Went a whole day like this, until my lower jaw broke off because of the teeth."
The last few entires are a lot like what you saw on Elibyn's notebook. The letters become increasingly jagged and deformed.
"Sitting in a circle withh faceless people. Nym stood in the center gladiator ring and was killed twenty times at least."
"I always felt feel like somebodys watchIng me."
"Bbugs hatched from my eyes i didddddn't feel anything but i couldtell it hu rt."
"Hhim. I could only feeel him. I wassitting down and he smelled (death) and started scratching my faceoff"
(You can blame Michael Jackson for the third to last one loll)
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
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Truador holds up the small black book. "It looks like Calda wrote down her nightmares." He says to Zanibi, "Some of this sounds like what Elibyn experienced. It sounds like she couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. That aligns with Elibyn's autopsy, so they definitely died in the same fashion."
"Excellent!" Zanibi says in response to Truador's explanation of the black book's contents. "Well... I guess it wasn't excellent that had nightmares like that. Or that she died. But the information is helpful." She then looks to open up the second box now. (Investigation: 20)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer || Bronnryn Hethgar, Cleric
Inquisitive nodded and smiled politely at the dwarf, stowing away the box and the statement in his pack. "Thank you for your assistance then Barry, I'm sure we will be back soon." He said with another nod, then turning to leave. It was strange to him that the EPD had gotten interested in this pillow but apparently didn't bother to check the others. Or they did and the clues just eluded them. Now at least Zanibi could examine this pillow for any traces of the Coachmare spell. The statement from the carnival manager confounded him a bit though. Could it just be a red herring or were these murders not connected in the way he first had thought?
As they get outside the EPD the tiefling turns to Marvin. "It seems you might be right about the carnival having a place in all this Marvin, but perhaps not they way you thought. I suppose we will visit the carnival this afternoon." Inquisitive said calmly. "Now, if you could show us the closest way to the place with the phone, the town hall was it?"
Nyral doesn't want to push the elf too hard but they need information. So the drow sums up what they said first "I see. Thank you for giving us a timeline despite the difficulty. It sounds like it took a few days of sickness and nightmares before they died, this will be invaluable information for finding people that might also be affected to help them before it's too late." Nyral hopes their connections in town will find someone else before it's too late for them and hopefully give them a big lead. There is every possibility that there are others here being affected and the sooner they can find them the sooner they can get help. For now he tries to stay on target asking questions. He gives the elf another few minutes to calm so he feels he can talk again and then says, "If you're ready my next question: Did you have any reason to suspect it was something other then a sickness at the time? Or perhaps shortly after she passed some odd event occurred here? I am very concerned with figuring out how she was affected by this malady. If nothing comes to mind you can rest easy knowing that you have been a big help, you've already given us some very useful information."