98th of Ashan, 716
Truly, it was a grisly sight that captivated the attentions of Marcus Levinis.
The Knight arrived at the scene of a crime committed the night before, brown, dry blood clinging to the notches of a wooden post, though there was so much more that drew the knight's attention. Looking up from the ground, the blood had poured freely, clinging to the surface and congealing. As Marcus looked higher, he found the first strands of hair, following them to the scalp. No incisions or cuts had formed upon the cranium of the victim's head, though blood had poured from his mouth as well, obvious signs of internal injuries. However, even more prevalent was the wear upon the man's flesh. Flesh peeled from bone, hanging in blob-like shapes from the remaining skin. The victim's ribcage was revealed, sprayed with blood though there was no visible heart within the pointed bone. From the neck down, the body was in utter disrepair, as if acid had been thrust at the man's body and was allowed to fester within.
"By the Seven, what's happened here...?"
Though Marcus continued to ask for details regarding the crime scene, none could provide him answers, his brow furrowing as he looked to the rest of the scene. Five feet from the pole, there was half of an arm, cut from the elbow. Three fingers were closed, the index pointing to the southwest. Turning about, Marcus looked to find that the victim's body had been maimed not once, but twice, bile rising in the knight's throat before he composed himself. The stench of blood and rot was intolerable, the scene rank with the festering that only the dead imposed upon the senses. Continuing his examination of the scene, the victim's leg, which had also been amputated, was ten feet to the south of the arm, pointing southwest towards the rest of Midtown.
By the sun had risen high into the sky, Marcus had obtained a suitable amount of information, requesting the assistance of a doctor, who informed him that the body looked far older than it truly was, the impression given that three nights had passed when less than one had truly passed since the crime.
"The rotting process... accelerated? It has to be those scum at the university. Practising their heathen rituals in the cover of darkness... The Seers? Seekers? I've got to find out."
Brows furrowed as Marcus officially opened his investigation, granted permission to assemble a team to assist him, with the promise of reward to whomever was courageous enough to help bring justice.
Posters hung about the capitol of Andaris, reading the following:
WANTED
Assistance in tracking down a murderer in the capitol. Compensation for time is 50 gold nels, with a reward (to be determined) offered if the perpetrator is caught. Any information that is able to contribute to the investigation is of tremendous value, and haste is a necessity.
If interested, meet Marcus Levinus at the Rynmere Gazette at sunfall of the 98th of Ashan, from where the investigation will begin.
The Knight arrived at the scene of a crime committed the night before, brown, dry blood clinging to the notches of a wooden post, though there was so much more that drew the knight's attention. Looking up from the ground, the blood had poured freely, clinging to the surface and congealing. As Marcus looked higher, he found the first strands of hair, following them to the scalp. No incisions or cuts had formed upon the cranium of the victim's head, though blood had poured from his mouth as well, obvious signs of internal injuries. However, even more prevalent was the wear upon the man's flesh. Flesh peeled from bone, hanging in blob-like shapes from the remaining skin. The victim's ribcage was revealed, sprayed with blood though there was no visible heart within the pointed bone. From the neck down, the body was in utter disrepair, as if acid had been thrust at the man's body and was allowed to fester within.
"By the Seven, what's happened here...?"
Though Marcus continued to ask for details regarding the crime scene, none could provide him answers, his brow furrowing as he looked to the rest of the scene. Five feet from the pole, there was half of an arm, cut from the elbow. Three fingers were closed, the index pointing to the southwest. Turning about, Marcus looked to find that the victim's body had been maimed not once, but twice, bile rising in the knight's throat before he composed himself. The stench of blood and rot was intolerable, the scene rank with the festering that only the dead imposed upon the senses. Continuing his examination of the scene, the victim's leg, which had also been amputated, was ten feet to the south of the arm, pointing southwest towards the rest of Midtown.
By the sun had risen high into the sky, Marcus had obtained a suitable amount of information, requesting the assistance of a doctor, who informed him that the body looked far older than it truly was, the impression given that three nights had passed when less than one had truly passed since the crime.
"The rotting process... accelerated? It has to be those scum at the university. Practising their heathen rituals in the cover of darkness... The Seers? Seekers? I've got to find out."
Brows furrowed as Marcus officially opened his investigation, granted permission to assemble a team to assist him, with the promise of reward to whomever was courageous enough to help bring justice.
Posters hung about the capitol of Andaris, reading the following:
WANTED
Assistance in tracking down a murderer in the capitol. Compensation for time is 50 gold nels, with a reward (to be determined) offered if the perpetrator is caught. Any information that is able to contribute to the investigation is of tremendous value, and haste is a necessity.
If interested, meet Marcus Levinus at the Rynmere Gazette at sunfall of the 98th of Ashan, from where the investigation will begin.
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