"Unfortunately not. It seems that he had suffered a great many potentially-fatal injuries, the majority of which were inflicted with a large, dull blade. My guess is a scythe, judging by the hook-and-rip type of lacerations. But I'm also under the impression that most of the wounds were inflicted either before reanimation or after final casualty. A scythe is a miserable, unwieldy weapon, and this level of precision would require an immobile target." They scratch the side of their head. "Other fatal wounds are caused by knives or bullets, but their placement means that only a severely weakened ghoul would even be bothered by. It doesn't match any generic killer profiles I know of either. Ritual sacrifice is my best bet."
The Shadow slithers back under the protective gear and out of the rain, unraveling into ribbons as it does.
“Sounds like some feller had a mighty strong grudge against ol’ Jemmy. What sort of god or demon wants you to sacrifice a ghoul to them? That’s a bit like giving a chewed up crust to a king.”
"A grave god, perhaps. It's the only thing that I can think of that fits. Most groups wouldn't have left the body out like this, a serial killer would either do the same or leave it where it could be found more easily. Leaving it here of all places either has significance or proves that the perpetrator was inexperienced. The choice of weapon could also factor in, but that assumes I'm correct." They look over at the critter. "How well did you know Jemmy?"
“And they left the charnel gold in its chest too. Like stealing a treasure chest and leaving the treasure,” he says, seemingly forgetting that he was feigning ignorance of the charnel gold by calling it the funny bone. “I knew him well enough. Bout as well as I care to know a ghoul. Knew he loved to dance and dine on noblemen. He said opulent corpses were richer in flavor.”
"A grave god, perhaps. It's the only thing that I can think of that fits. Most groups wouldn't have left the body out like this, a serial killer would either do the same or leave it where it could be found more easily. Leaving it here of all places either has significance or proves that the perpetrator was inexperienced. The choice of weapon could also factor in, but that assumes I'm correct." They look over at the critter. "How well did you know Jemmy?"
“And they left the charnel gold in its chest too. Like stealing a treasure chest and leaving the treasure,” he says, seemingly forgetting that he was feigning ignorance of the charnel gold by calling it the funny bone. “I knew him well enough. Bout as well as I care to know a ghoul. Knew he loved to dance and dine on noblemen. He said opulent corpses were richer in flavor.”
The stout figure turns to fully face the Cheshire Coon, pouring alcohol over their tools. "So no enemies in particular beyond the general 'elites?' Likely a political group, then. Politics and religious zealotry aren't too far apart." They offer the little guy the rest of the booze. "Thanks for the help."
"A grave god, perhaps. It's the only thing that I can think of that fits. Most groups wouldn't have left the body out like this, a serial killer would either do the same or leave it where it could be found more easily. Leaving it here of all places either has significance or proves that the perpetrator was inexperienced. The choice of weapon could also factor in, but that assumes I'm correct." They look over at the critter. "How well did you know Jemmy?"
“And they left the charnel gold in its chest too. Like stealing a treasure chest and leaving the treasure,” he says, seemingly forgetting that he was feigning ignorance of the charnel gold by calling it the funny bone. “I knew him well enough. Bout as well as I care to know a ghoul. Knew he loved to dance and dine on noblemen. He said opulent corpses were richer in flavor.”
The stout figure turns to fully face the Cheshire Coon, pouring alcohol over their tools. "So no enemies in particular beyond the general 'elites?' Likely a political group, then. Politics and religious zealotry aren't too far apart." They offer the little guy the rest of the booze. "Thanks for the help."
His black pawed hand snatches the glass and he inhales its contents gratefully. “Well he only ate the elite once they were dead so I don’t think they minded too much. Maybe their folks did but whatcha gonna do?” He finishes the bottle and drops it, letting it splash in the pool below. “Don’t mention it.”
The stout figure turns to fully face the Cheshire Coon, pouring alcohol over their tools. "So no enemies in particular beyond the general 'elites?' Likely a political group, then. Politics and religious zealotry aren't too far apart." They offer the little guy the rest of the booze. "Thanks for the help."
His black pawed hand snatches the glass and he inhales its contents gratefully. “Well he only ate the elite once they were dead so I don’t think they minded too much. Maybe their folks did but whatcha gonna do?” He finishes the bottle and drops it, letting it splash in the pool below. “Don’t mention it.”
Argumosa picks up the bottle and stores it with their other tools. Or, they almost do. The bottle shatters as black wire coils around it. They flinch and start slowly, shakily pulling the shards out of their hand. It cut right through their gloves, and golden blood oozes out. "It seems the Shadow doesn't want to leave unfed. Tell me, have you had any ailments recently? Creaking knees, toothache, digestive problems...? Anything will do."
The stout figure turns to fully face the Cheshire Coon, pouring alcohol over their tools. "So no enemies in particular beyond the general 'elites?' Likely a political group, then. Politics and religious zealotry aren't too far apart." They offer the little guy the rest of the booze. "Thanks for the help."
His black pawed hand snatches the glass and he inhales its contents gratefully. “Well he only ate the elite once they were dead so I don’t think they minded too much. Maybe their folks did but whatcha gonna do?” He finishes the bottle and drops it, letting it splash in the pool below. “Don’t mention it.”
Argumosa picks up the bottle and stores it with their other tools. Or, they almost do. The bottle shatters as black wire coils around it. They flinch and start slowly, shakily pulling the shards out of their hand. It cut right through their gloves, and golden blood oozes out. "It seems the Shadow doesn't want to leave unfed. Tell me, have you had any ailments recently? Creaking knees, toothache, digestive problems...? Anything will do."
He shakes his giddily grinning head. "Ain't had no ailments. I'm as fit as a fiddle." Then a realization of rage flashes across his eyes, "All accept my tail." He turns around to show that his black and white striped tail has been severed and it was tied back onto its stump by a piece of twine. "Some no good, low down, two timing, dirty varmint cut off my tail an age and half ago and it ain't as beautiful no more. But that ain't exactly an ailment, eh?"
Argumosa picks up the bottle and stores it with their other tools. Or, they almost do. The bottle shatters as black wire coils around it. They flinch and start slowly, shakily pulling the shards out of their hand. It cut right through their gloves, and golden blood oozes out. "It seems the Shadow doesn't want to leave unfed. Tell me, have you had any ailments recently? Creaking knees, toothache, digestive problems...? Anything will do."
He shakes his giddily grinning head. "Ain't had no ailments. I'm as fit as a fiddle." Then a realization of rage flashes across his eyes, "All accept my tail." He turns around to show that his black and white striped tail has been severed and it was tied back onto its stump by a piece of twine. "Some no good, low down, two timing, dirty varmint cut off my tail an age and half ago and it ain't as beautiful no more. But that ain't exactly an ailment, eh?"
"It qualifies." The wires reach out from the 'physician's' sleeve. Argumosa swats them away. "It's very good. The Shadow must have sensed it."
They kneel and begin to take out their equipment once more. "It will be hard to work in this rain, and even harder to restore your tail to a state that won't kill you. But it can be done."
A warbling, staticky noise whines from their jacket. S ufF e r fo rmE
Argumosa picks up the bottle and stores it with their other tools. Or, they almost do. The bottle shatters as black wire coils around it. They flinch and start slowly, shakily pulling the shards out of their hand. It cut right through their gloves, and golden blood oozes out. "It seems the Shadow doesn't want to leave unfed. Tell me, have you had any ailments recently? Creaking knees, toothache, digestive problems...? Anything will do."
He shakes his giddily grinning head. "Ain't had no ailments. I'm as fit as a fiddle." Then a realization of rage flashes across his eyes, "All accept my tail." He turns around to show that his black and white striped tail has been severed and it was tied back onto its stump by a piece of twine. "Some no good, low down, two timing, dirty varmint cut off my tail an age and half ago and it ain't as beautiful no more. But that ain't exactly an ailment, eh?"
"It qualifies." The wires reach out from the 'physician's' sleeve. Argumosa swats them away. "It's very good. The Shadow must have sensed it."
They kneel and begin to take out their equipment once more. "It will be hard to work in this rain, and even harder to restore your tail to a state that won't kill you. But it can be done."
A warbling, staticky noise whines from their jacket. S ufF e r fo rmE
The Cheshire Raccoon swells to almost twice his size when he hears this causing the tree branch he had climbed onto to bob up and down in the rain. "You keep that booger's purple mitts away from me or I'll show 'em what a real wound looks like, you hear?!" His grin is stretched thin and crooked and a wise man would sooner stroke a buzzsaw than put his hand anywhere close to those shining teeth. "I suffer for nobody!"
"It qualifies." The wires reach out from the 'physician's' sleeve. Argumosa swats them away. "It's very good. The Shadow must have sensed it."
They kneel and begin to take out their equipment once more. "It will be hard to work in this rain, and even harder to restore your tail to a state that won't kill you. But it can be done."
A warbling, staticky noise whines from their jacket. S ufF e r fo rmE
The Cheshire Raccoon swells to almost twice his size when he hears this causing the tree branch he had climbed onto to bob up and down in the rain. "You keep that booger's purple mitts away from me or I'll show 'em what a real wound looks like, you hear?!" His grin is stretched thin and crooked and a wise man would sooner stroke a buzzsaw than put his hand anywhere close to those shining teeth. "I suffer for nobody!"
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"It qualifies." The wires reach out from the 'physician's' sleeve. Argumosa swats them away. "It's very good. The Shadow must have sensed it."
They kneel and begin to take out their equipment once more. "It will be hard to work in this rain, and even harder to restore your tail to a state that won't kill you. But it can be done."
A warbling, staticky noise whines from their jacket. S ufF e r fo rmE
The Cheshire Raccoon swells to almost twice his size when he hears this causing the tree branch he had climbed onto to bob up and down in the rain. "You keep that booger's purple mitts away from me or I'll show 'em what a real wound looks like, you hear?!" His grin is stretched thin and crooked and a wise man would sooner stroke a buzzsaw than put his hand anywhere close to those shining teeth. "I suffer for nobody!"
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
Di e fOR mE
Make a Wisdom save, DC 20
10
The Coon is Paralyzed (Hold Monster).
The curse coils its wires around the little creature.
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
Di e fOR mE
Make a Wisdom save, DC 20
10
The Coon is Paralyzed (Hold Monster).
The curse coils its wires around the little creature.
Force damage: 27
As his body is frozen in place, the throbbing pulse in his eyes intensifies to a sweltering degree and the light reflecting off his grin almost becomes blinding. Literal smoke begins to steam out of his pointed ears.
“And they left the charnel gold in its chest too. Like stealing a treasure chest and leaving the treasure,” he says, seemingly forgetting that he was feigning ignorance of the charnel gold by calling it the funny bone. “I knew him well enough. Bout as well as I care to know a ghoul. Knew he loved to dance and dine on noblemen. He said opulent corpses were richer in flavor.”
The stout figure turns to fully face the Cheshire Coon, pouring alcohol over their tools. "So no enemies in particular beyond the general 'elites?' Likely a political group, then. Politics and religious zealotry aren't too far apart." They offer the little guy the rest of the booze. "Thanks for the help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
His black pawed hand snatches the glass and he inhales its contents gratefully. “Well he only ate the elite once they were dead so I don’t think they minded too much. Maybe their folks did but whatcha gonna do?” He finishes the bottle and drops it, letting it splash in the pool below. “Don’t mention it.”
Argumosa picks up the bottle and stores it with their other tools. Or, they almost do. The bottle shatters as black wire coils around it. They flinch and start slowly, shakily pulling the shards out of their hand. It cut right through their gloves, and golden blood oozes out. "It seems the Shadow doesn't want to leave unfed. Tell me, have you had any ailments recently? Creaking knees, toothache, digestive problems...? Anything will do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
He shakes his giddily grinning head. "Ain't had no ailments. I'm as fit as a fiddle." Then a realization of rage flashes across his eyes, "All accept my tail." He turns around to show that his black and white striped tail has been severed and it was tied back onto its stump by a piece of twine. "Some no good, low down, two timing, dirty varmint cut off my tail an age and half ago and it ain't as beautiful no more. But that ain't exactly an ailment, eh?"
"It qualifies." The wires reach out from the 'physician's' sleeve. Argumosa swats them away. "It's very good. The Shadow must have sensed it."
They kneel and begin to take out their equipment once more. "It will be hard to work in this rain, and even harder to restore your tail to a state that won't kill you. But it can be done."
A warbling, staticky noise whines from their jacket. S ufF e r fo rmE
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The Cheshire Raccoon swells to almost twice his size when he hears this causing the tree branch he had climbed onto to bob up and down in the rain. "You keep that booger's purple mitts away from me or I'll show 'em what a real wound looks like, you hear?!" His grin is stretched thin and crooked and a wise man would sooner stroke a buzzsaw than put his hand anywhere close to those shining teeth. "I suffer for nobody!"
The doctor slumps on the ground, palms up. The wire demon climbs out from under their fingernails, ripping through their gloves to form its body. Argumosa's arm breaks in several places.
"Please... don't make it... an- GHK!"
cRyf o rM E
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The Coon’s grin is manic now, “I ain’t shed a tear since the leaves have reddened for the fall so you ain’t gonna get no crying from me!” His smile is wide and the corners of his mouth seem to pierce the sky. “You crawl back into yer red badge of courage now cause there ain’t no chance under the false sun of you touching my tail! Go on now! Git!” His eyes seem to pulse with rage and hatred.
Di e fOR mE
Make a Wisdom save, DC 20
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
10
*Dang. That’s a nat one right there.*
The Coon is Paralyzed (Hold Monster).
The curse coils its wires around the little creature.
Force damage: 27
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
As his body is frozen in place, the throbbing pulse in his eyes intensifies to a sweltering degree and the light reflecting off his grin almost becomes blinding. Literal smoke begins to steam out of his pointed ears.
*It’s late where I’m at so I got to dip for now.*