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Vimak leans close to the door. He glances at Akela and Niyin, then shrugs. Vimak coughs as loudly as he can, slowly turns the door knob, and assuming it is open, slowly opens the door and slowly leans inside. He tries to use body language to persuade anyone inside that his is not a threat: 22
As he opens the door and enters the room, Vimak's body language conveys nothing but the best of intentions–however, there isn't anyone in the room to receive them.
The room is larger than one might expect, looking at the length of the wall in the corridor. To the left, a large pannel of wood with a repeating square pattern lets in light and a cool breeze than makes the sheer fabric in front of the panel dance. There are also several plants along this wall, most of which look like they've been treated with the utmost care. On the right side of the room is a simple bed–a kingsized mattress on the ground, covered with silken sheets and with a coarse wool blanket pushed to one side and dyed a brilliant blue. There's a small oil lamp next to the bed and a small book bound in leather. Directly across from the door leading into the room, a magnificent desk stands. Its corners are capped with gold which shines in the sunlight, when it breaches the window panel. The wood along the edges is carved in a style fit for nobility, and its color suggests that it might be an expensive import from further north. On top of it sits an ink well, quill pens in a holder, a wax seal kit, several documents and a very small brazier with coal the size of cherries inside, not lit. The chair behind the desk appears to be leaning back against the back wall.
Vimak moves cautiously into the room. "Imsan?" he says. He considers the desk and the book on the table. "Niyin or Akela?" he says. "Maybe we could help each other investigate for hints of Imsan's whereabouts?"
Akela frowned as she stepped into the room, confused. Had they entered the wrong room? They were told that Isman would be here at yet there wasn't a sign of anyone. No voice answered when Vimak called out.
Carefully, Akela moved over to the desk and eyed the documents that lay on it.
Niyin was intent on keeping her head down, but peeked about the room as they entered. The lack of reply to their callings peeked her attention and edged at her worry. Moving past Vimak and Akela, who was on her way tot he desk, Niyin wandered closer to the bed, looking for any signs of trouble and to take a curious glance at the book set nearby.
Niyin makes her way over to the bed. As she draws near, she notices that the sheets are soiled, with patches that are yellowed, likely from a quantity of sweat and not enough washing. The lamp is about halfway filled with oil, but it's hard to tell whether or not it has been burned recently. The leather-bound book seems to be a diary of sorts. Upon opening it, rather than the long form reflection one might expect in a journal, it seems more like a digest of the happenings of the day. The entries are sporadic and aren't written for every day, with the last entry being two days ago. It reads:
"-Closing of the city successful. Too many losses. Many guards seem distraught. Others were lost during efforts. -Appears boundary of east gate will be successful. Only ten stopped over last few days. Priests will be contented, though ours will not. -Unsure if they can provide a solution. Imsan and his magi haven't had success. We ran out of stricken people to deliver for research. -Did I make the right choice?"
Vimak eyes the tilted chair from afar, but is taken with the beauty of the plants near the window. There aren't flowers, but the broad, variegated leaves are wonderfully ornamental on their own. Several of them appear to be varieties not native to this region, but seem to thrive nonetheless in the dry, hot environment. There's a tiny spritz-bottle near the pots that Imsan must have used to keep the leaves and stalks hydrated and happy.
Akela walks over to the desk and begins to look at the documents strewn on top. She can't quite tell, but the majority of them seem to be of an official nature–maybe records of arrest and incident, housing records, or mercantile dossiers. One, however, has been hastily scribbled on a smaller slip of paper and sits above the rest, though it doesn't seem particularly interesting to her. She rounds the desk as Vimak approaches from the plants.
There, with cord wrapped around his neck and tied to a sturdy beam under the desk, is a man Vimak recognizes as Imsan. He's blue in the face, on his knees and quite still. It seems likely that he had pushed the chair back to prevent himself from resting on it as he leaned forward to suffocate himself. In a pile on his left are his official garments, folded neatly, and on top of them a silver pin that represented his position and relationship to the shah.
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As Akela rounded the desk she gasped at the sudden sight of the dead man.
"Oh my goodness," she muttered to herself. "Vimak? Is it...?" She took a breath to clear her mind as she knelt down on one knee. Akela checks to see if she can tell how long he's been dead for.
Turning to sound of their voices, Niyin closed the book, tucked it under her arm and hurried over. Upon seeing the scene, she recoils and turns away worth a gasp. "Oh no. Oh dear. Did he...?" She pauses, reopening tbe book to the last entry made. "Did I make the right choice?" She reads it out loud and then turns it for the others to see.
Vimak turns to the others. "I'm honestly not sure what to do," he says. "I guess we need to report the death to the man downstairs. But then do we go on to the House of the Broken God without permission? How will we get in to the city?"
Vimak leans close to the door. He glances at Akela and Niyin, then shrugs. Vimak coughs as loudly as he can, slowly turns the door knob, and assuming it is open, slowly opens the door and slowly leans inside. He tries to use body language to persuade anyone inside that his is not a threat: 22
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As he opens the door and enters the room, Vimak's body language conveys nothing but the best of intentions–however, there isn't anyone in the room to receive them.
The room is larger than one might expect, looking at the length of the wall in the corridor. To the left, a large pannel of wood with a repeating square pattern lets in light and a cool breeze than makes the sheer fabric in front of the panel dance. There are also several plants along this wall, most of which look like they've been treated with the utmost care. On the right side of the room is a simple bed–a kingsized mattress on the ground, covered with silken sheets and with a coarse wool blanket pushed to one side and dyed a brilliant blue. There's a small oil lamp next to the bed and a small book bound in leather. Directly across from the door leading into the room, a magnificent desk stands. Its corners are capped with gold which shines in the sunlight, when it breaches the window panel. The wood along the edges is carved in a style fit for nobility, and its color suggests that it might be an expensive import from further north. On top of it sits an ink well, quill pens in a holder, a wax seal kit, several documents and a very small brazier with coal the size of cherries inside, not lit. The chair behind the desk appears to be leaning back against the back wall.
Vimak moves cautiously into the room. "Imsan?" he says. He considers the desk and the book on the table. "Niyin or Akela?" he says. "Maybe we could help each other investigate for hints of Imsan's whereabouts?"
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There's no noise from within the room, save for what little sound travels in from the outside through the window.
You're all welcome to roll for Investigation, just specify whereabouts in the room you'd like to look.
Akela frowned as she stepped into the room, confused. Had they entered the wrong room? They were told that Isman would be here at yet there wasn't a sign of anyone. No voice answered when Vimak called out.
Carefully, Akela moved over to the desk and eyed the documents that lay on it.
Investigation roll: 3
Niyin was intent on keeping her head down, but peeked about the room as they entered. The lack of reply to their callings peeked her attention and edged at her worry. Moving past Vimak and Akela, who was on her way tot he desk, Niyin wandered closer to the bed, looking for any signs of trouble and to take a curious glance at the book set nearby.
Investigation: 10
Vimak is curious about the chair and the plants.
Investigation:2
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Niyin makes her way over to the bed. As she draws near, she notices that the sheets are soiled, with patches that are yellowed, likely from a quantity of sweat and not enough washing. The lamp is about halfway filled with oil, but it's hard to tell whether or not it has been burned recently. The leather-bound book seems to be a diary of sorts. Upon opening it, rather than the long form reflection one might expect in a journal, it seems more like a digest of the happenings of the day. The entries are sporadic and aren't written for every day, with the last entry being two days ago. It reads:
"-Closing of the city successful. Too many losses. Many guards seem distraught. Others were lost during efforts.
-Appears boundary of east gate will be successful. Only ten stopped over last few days. Priests will be contented, though ours will not.
-Unsure if they can provide a solution. Imsan and his magi haven't had success. We ran out of stricken people to deliver for research.
-Did I make the right choice?"
Vimak eyes the tilted chair from afar, but is taken with the beauty of the plants near the window. There aren't flowers, but the broad, variegated leaves are wonderfully ornamental on their own. Several of them appear to be varieties not native to this region, but seem to thrive nonetheless in the dry, hot environment. There's a tiny spritz-bottle near the pots that Imsan must have used to keep the leaves and stalks hydrated and happy.
Akela walks over to the desk and begins to look at the documents strewn on top. She can't quite tell, but the majority of them seem to be of an official nature–maybe records of arrest and incident, housing records, or mercantile dossiers. One, however, has been hastily scribbled on a smaller slip of paper and sits above the rest, though it doesn't seem particularly interesting to her. She rounds the desk as Vimak approaches from the plants.
There, with cord wrapped around his neck and tied to a sturdy beam under the desk, is a man Vimak recognizes as Imsan. He's blue in the face, on his knees and quite still. It seems likely that he had pushed the chair back to prevent himself from resting on it as he leaned forward to suffocate himself. In a pile on his left are his official garments, folded neatly, and on top of them a silver pin that represented his position and relationship to the shah.
As Akela rounded the desk she gasped at the sudden sight of the dead man.
"Oh my goodness," she muttered to herself. "Vimak? Is it...?" She took a breath to clear her mind as she knelt down on one knee. Akela checks to see if she can tell how long he's been dead for.
Medicine check (?): 19
Between the appearance of the skin and the slight odor coming off of the body, Akela can tell that he has been dead for at least a few days.
Turning to sound of their voices, Niyin closed the book, tucked it under her arm and hurried over. Upon seeing the scene, she recoils and turns away worth a gasp. "Oh no. Oh dear. Did he...?" She pauses, reopening tbe book to the last entry made. "Did I make the right choice?" She reads it out loud and then turns it for the others to see.
Vimak turns to the others. "I'm honestly not sure what to do," he says. "I guess we need to report the death to the man downstairs. But then do we go on to the House of the Broken God without permission? How will we get in to the city?"
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