Death in the family - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/5/477
Log
The Academy district was most vacant this day, the rainfall keeping most beings inside unless they had a purpose in mind. Those few that did weren't dallying as they walked with a hurried pace to and fro from their destinations, clad in parkas of varying colors with hoods raised up over their head. Along the left side of the square, near one of the streets that leads to the academy is a group of four guards. Three of them heavy clan folk with thick tower shields strapped to their backs and heavy crossbows in their hands, with the fourth being a small folk mouse woman. Her cloak and hood pulled up high, though the insignia on her helmet distinguished her as indeed being the captain of the group.
The scene itself is blocked from view currently by the heavy folk, with the small captain pacing infront of them as she glances to the windows and passerbyes... Finding nobody staying present, or deviating their eyes too long as they pass by, it seems the scene will be sufficiently empty this time around.
Asher trots gingerly onto the scene. He seems to be recovering well from his run in with the murder suspects and their murder elemental earlier in the week, though he has traded his normal well tailored clothes for a sturdy leather vest and some loose street clothes all covered by a sturdy cloak. "H-hello Captain," he says approaching the small mouse woman, "It isn't another one already, is it?"
Rixo makes her way onto the scene, rather quiet today and in no particular hurry. She pays little heed to the rain that tinks softly against her armour as she approaches the guards, her hammer absent today, though she does still have her spear. Pulling up to stand before the captain for a moment, she clears her throat. "You would think they would allow the city to rest. This has gone on long enough, I think."
Those bells again, would there be no end to them or the rain, as of late? Though the murders were a terrible thing, the puzzle involved would at least serve as a distraction to the badger's personal troubles. At least he'd been able to get some rest and treatment after yesterday's brawl, and managed to revert from his phoenix form that evening. Though Cedric was still feeling somewhat sluggish from exertion, and wasn't sleeping very much most nights.
He'd taken a little more time to prepare this evening, following the events of Mange Square, making his way among the city in a dark, rust orange cloak with mathemagical runes embroidered on the inner lining, a flintlock pistol with a black and white design visible each time the winds billow back his cloak, as well as a matching blunderbuss in an opposite holster. Before setting out from the Freesword's Guild, he'd been sure to prepare some water magic to deflect the rainfall from himself in advance, the droplets bouncing away from him in a very obvious way.
With each footfall towards the scene, the mustelid male's boots splash at puddles of accumulated rainwater until finally he arrives at the scene behind Asher and Rixo. A serious salute given to Captain Lunaxia and Asher as he greets the pair, "Glad to see you looking well this evening, Captain. Considering..." he frowns, looking to the small corgi. "Hello again to you, Asher. Are you sure you're feeling up to this, today?" he questions the canine, trying to keep his tone more one of concern than disapproval. To the panda, he gives a curt nod. "Rixo." he greets the woman tersely, not having very much to say to her today, save for "Yes, yes it has. It needs to end."
With his greetings out of the way, Cedric places a hand over his eyebrows as he scans the scene for a moment, looking back to the rodent guard captain, "So... what happened this time?"
A scarred, wary-eyed Igauna pushes her way through the crowds, an impatient glance behind her every so often. A time or two, she pauses in the crowd...it seems her wish for discretion is the only thing that keeps her from shouting obscenities. The cause for delay is made obvious as a pair of large bodies waddle and weave about. A large, young buck dressed in the livery of House Blackback, appears to be labouring under the burden of the great arm of a tall, rotund skunk, who appears to be leaning on him and shoving him away at the same time, bellowing lamentations, curses, and complaints about how he was fine and he didn't need this and who was in charge and he hoped they'd draw and quarter all these useless guards as well. The buck--some may recognize him as Hartford, looked genuinely apologetic, alternately talking to the crowd and the great big skunk he was supporting: "Oh, you don't mean that, sir--he doesn't mean that, he's just--sir, please!" to his ward--one Brutus Blackback, who looked quite disheveled and tipsy, and uncharacteristically unconcerned with his conduct as he loudly slurred about how he was a better soldier than all the Solaciouses put together.
The Iguana finally cleared the front lines with a shake of her head, drawing near Asher, Cedric, and the others. "I'm in the employ of one Brutus Blackback--" a snide nod back towards the knot of Deer and Skunk staggering through the crowd. "What seems to be the trouble?"
Captain Lunaxia slowly ceases her pacing as the freeswords approach, turning slowly as she adjusts the large repeating crossbow strapped to her back. Her lips purse slowly as she takes in the freeswords individually before speaking softly to asher as the rain pouring from her helmet helps to obscure her features. "I'm afraid it is..." A quick glance given to Rixo as she sighs. "They're mad, they don't know respect or compassion... I'm more surprised they waited this long. But we -will- end it, as I won't allow a repeat of yesterday again... I -refuse- to let us delve to that level of fear again." The captain raises a brow however as Brutus and his company make their way over, scowling as he makes his comments about the guards before looking to the Iguana. "Why don't I just show you all?" She motions gently to the guards whom part to allow access into the smaller side street...
Beyond them lay sit two Skunks with their backs pressed against the wall, easily distinguishable as Blackbacks by the wealthy appearance to them, one male and one female. The male dressed in a rather rich pair of purple pants, a large frilly white shirt, and a plethora of jewelry ranging from jeweled knecklaces to large gaudy rings. The female dressed in a rich green silk dress with gold trim, and a set of jewelry on her person that only the male dwarfed. Behind each of their ears were a simple bloody feather, and a small wooden box placed between them against the wall.
It's easy to see what killed them however, as they seem to have been shot twice each... Both rounds piercing into the chest, and judging from the amount of blood pooled around them on the ground it didn't take them too long to bleed out. However, as they were propped up next to each other, it seems they had used the last vestige of their strength to clasp each other's hands before passing.
"Four gunshots were reported by those near here when it went down, without any word on where the killers ran off to... By the time anyone got here they were already dead. I don't know why they were out this far, as most of the Blackbacks -should- be traveling with escorts..."
