417,663 Registered Players
Back to post list
Back a step
Add reply:
Back a step
| Fintan_de_Marin
Posts: 1,511 Status: Duke Karma: +250 [+1] [-1]   |
Subject: Update 1 | |||||
| After Fintan stepped in to his shop he removed his hat, wig, and coat. There, Marcus was standing in awe at the odd things the shop held. He knew of the wood working, sewing, and apothecary arts. It was the darker portion of the workshop that had him stunned. "What ...what is all of this Fintan?" He looked over skeletal drawings of animals and humans. "Nothing of consequence Marcus...did you bring the body?" He walked over and gathered up the drawings. He stuffed them under more papers that were written in some kind of demonic tongue. Marcus frowned but nodded to the coffin next to the large bench Fintan did his wood shaping on. "Oh...good." The retired soldier nodded. "I am sorry to ask this, but you must go for now Marcus. I will call on you when you are needed again." The young soldier did not like this. He was unsure of what was going on, but he had an idea after he saw the papers. Never the less, he was outranked by the Lord Governor and bowed, and walked out sharply in a military manor. It was a way of saying he walked out by order of a commanding officer only. Fintan bolted the door behind him. Fintan changed in to a darker shirt that would not show stains, such as oil...or blood. Then donned a leather apron. He opened the coffin lid and looked at the body of the woman. "Idiot had to bring me the woman..." He muttered. A man he would have no problem doing what he was about to, but a woman he felt deserved a bit more ...privacy. He looked at the name on the coffin. 'Kathrin' ''Ah...Katie Longsire...she was at the Inn the night I brought the painting...'' He muttered as he remembered. He picked her up and laid her on the workbench under the bright sunlight. As pale as she was normally, and as pale as she was due to the slow decomposition Fintan was almost blinded. He took up a sharp knife. "Lord Clerin...be this a sin forgive your right hand..." He slid the knife down from her collar bone to her sternum. Due to the graphic nature of this scene, and the chance it does not fall under PG 13 guidelines for who ever may read it, we have removed the scene, and replaced it with something more appropriate.  We now return you to your regularly scheduled Role Play story. Fintan gently laid Katie back in to the coffin and returned the lid to it. She looked no different than she did when he started. Fintan's apron, covered in some blood was removed before he picked up the book he had been writing in. He had found water in her lungs, yet he saw no noticeable markings that would suggest she was dragged down, nor tied down to be drowned. He saw only a mark on her throat that looked as if someone had grasped it. That confirmed that it was a murder. He wondered why there were no struggle signs. Someone grasped by the throat would surely fight back. He needed help, but this was a problem for the Westland guards, the only one who was skilled enough to help was an Arelian constable. There was little chance of him being asked for help. Fintan closed his book with a snap and walked over to his desk and began writing a letter. It was a letter to Constable Samuel Ailesbury, as it said on the envelope. Fintan sealed the envelop, and sealed it with silvery wax and his personal seal. Standing from his chair he donned his normal clothing and walked out as he adjusted his wig. He made his way towards the nearest city, to mail the letter to the officer. |
||||||
|
||||||
Add reply: