Search Results
6/23/2025, 4:10:02 AM
Your personal feelings about HUNKZILLA aside, you don’t know what kind of shitstorm you’ll unleash if he catches wind of RED or your powers! Jhairo doesn’t seem to have any tools to detect anything, but better safe than sorry, right?
Hey, pal-
“OH! Hang on a sec!” Volka’s sudden outburst nearly bowls you over, but Jhairo’s claw on your still-dislocated and VERY sore shoulder holds you steady! Volka, wait-
“Totally slipped my mind, Mor!” She continues, her wide eyes jumping between Jhairo and her brother, “Chairman Fellick died!”
“Wha? How?” Exclaims the Chytree with a flash in his eyes! “Did he tumble out of that ridiculous tower, or-”
Volka’s tail cuts Morook off as she shoots Jhairo an apologetic grin! “S-sorry, he’s not really a ‘people’ person-”
“Fret not… we all grieve in our own ways!” Replies the Templar with a sagely nod! “Streuth… it would certainly put many minds at ease if t’were mere accident… but no–t’was most likely murder… most FOUL!” Rubbing his tusks in quiet contemplation, Jhairo lets loose a pondering growl under his breath. “Though there were no signs of a break-in… and the wards protecting the Chairman’s quarters were second-to-none.”
“Then what makes you so certain it was murder?” Counters the Chytree!
“Well…” The Skog grumbles, clearly torn between talking and clamming up, “There… were some… worrying elements… present at the crime scene…”
“Me… too…”
“Ha! I would certainly hope not!” Laughs Jhairo as he gives the still-loopy Spinner a wink! “Suffice it to say t’was a, erm… lapse in security during the investigation… which leads us to believe there were other parties at play…”
Just because someone snuck in doesn’t mean they did it, you counter, earning a very long and VERY HARD stare from the Templar!
“... How dost thou know that-”
Errr, b-bartender’s intuition, you sputter! Y-you hear all kinds of stuff in a public house!
“... Verily.” Nods the terse Templar! “Indeed, the game is still afoot… and while I loathe to gossip, HIGH BELLCOUNTER IRYA is pulling her plumage out over the whole situation!” A sheepish grin slips onto the Skog’s face. “And, erm… is partly why I’m here before you know… in so many words.”
“Hells, the head of the Bellcounters is stumped too?” Volka remarks, her eyes glowing with barely-hidden delight! “Well hey, I run a merry band of folks devoted to keeping Crossroads safe-”
“THE LAMPLIGHTERS?”
>CONTD.
Hey, pal-
“OH! Hang on a sec!” Volka’s sudden outburst nearly bowls you over, but Jhairo’s claw on your still-dislocated and VERY sore shoulder holds you steady! Volka, wait-
“Totally slipped my mind, Mor!” She continues, her wide eyes jumping between Jhairo and her brother, “Chairman Fellick died!”
“Wha? How?” Exclaims the Chytree with a flash in his eyes! “Did he tumble out of that ridiculous tower, or-”
Volka’s tail cuts Morook off as she shoots Jhairo an apologetic grin! “S-sorry, he’s not really a ‘people’ person-”
“Fret not… we all grieve in our own ways!” Replies the Templar with a sagely nod! “Streuth… it would certainly put many minds at ease if t’were mere accident… but no–t’was most likely murder… most FOUL!” Rubbing his tusks in quiet contemplation, Jhairo lets loose a pondering growl under his breath. “Though there were no signs of a break-in… and the wards protecting the Chairman’s quarters were second-to-none.”
“Then what makes you so certain it was murder?” Counters the Chytree!
“Well…” The Skog grumbles, clearly torn between talking and clamming up, “There… were some… worrying elements… present at the crime scene…”
“Me… too…”
“Ha! I would certainly hope not!” Laughs Jhairo as he gives the still-loopy Spinner a wink! “Suffice it to say t’was a, erm… lapse in security during the investigation… which leads us to believe there were other parties at play…”
Just because someone snuck in doesn’t mean they did it, you counter, earning a very long and VERY HARD stare from the Templar!
“... How dost thou know that-”
Errr, b-bartender’s intuition, you sputter! Y-you hear all kinds of stuff in a public house!
“... Verily.” Nods the terse Templar! “Indeed, the game is still afoot… and while I loathe to gossip, HIGH BELLCOUNTER IRYA is pulling her plumage out over the whole situation!” A sheepish grin slips onto the Skog’s face. “And, erm… is partly why I’m here before you know… in so many words.”
“Hells, the head of the Bellcounters is stumped too?” Volka remarks, her eyes glowing with barely-hidden delight! “Well hey, I run a merry band of folks devoted to keeping Crossroads safe-”
“THE LAMPLIGHTERS?”
>CONTD.
Page 1