The First-Aid Cometh
As you rise out of the manhole, the crowd noises increase to a fevered pitch. The two dead men are laid out, and the women who recognize them begin to weep. The other people gathered there feel a mixture of pity and relief - relief being that for the families of these two men there is an answer at least.
Your Diplomacy check worked, Scowlen comes over and casts curing spells. Both Kaspar and Castille are up to full hp. (Altho if I recall Kaspar wasn't hurt, but whatever.)
You're prescient. Fast Eddie left about 10 minutes ago. He and a glazier are in his office, arguing over how much it will cost to fix the glass pane that was broken by one of the rioters. (You can go see Fast Eddie if you wish.)
Two constables are charged with going to retrieve the dead gator. The crowd gasps with shock seeing the size of the monster that you killed. A gnome who is with the Korranberg Chroncile, the newspaper of reknown in Eberron, is pestering the constables to let him thru to talk to 'the heros!'.
The constables cut the dead gator's belly open and only find rats. This gator has not fed on any humanoids, or at least not recently.
Scowlen and Einian are being straight with you, as far as you can tell. Castille has yet to try a Diplomacy on Scowlen. If he rolls high enough he may get more equipment from the man.
Einian's men examine the corpses. As some of them have the investigation feat, they can tell that the men were working on clearing the grate of debris when the murderer attacked from a distance. The thigh wound is particularly troubling, because it indicates that the sniper got a critical hit or a sneak attack.
Scowlen recognizes the mark on the bolt head. It's his.
"This was a masterwork bolt," Scolwen tells you. "I made hundreds of these during the war. After the Treaty of Thronehold the town military retained some but sold the rest as surplus."
Guess who one of the middlemen was for these surplus masterwork crossbow bolt deals was? Yep, he's in there talking to the glazier.
Scowlen recognizes the wire, too. Very high tensile quality. Stolen no doubt from a merchant who was one fo the sewer sniper's first victims. The man had been carrying samples on him.
"We've got something of a profile of the killer, based on what you said," Einian says, coming over to you. "Someone without much physical strength, he was obviously stripping the bodies in shifts from what you say. Someone cowardly. Someone who is good at rigging traps. And someone quiet and careful enough to avoid becoming gator food. Why he or she has been taking fingers we don't know."
Scowlen fills Einian in about the masterwork bolt, and Einian looks grim, glancing towards Fast Eddie's place. "You might as well confront him," Scowlen says.
"He was one of dozens of people unloading surplus military stuff," Einian says, hastily. "No sense bothering him." Einain scuttles away to deal with the gnome reporter who is being very loud indeed.
Scowlen frowns and says to himself "Why is he afraid of that man?"
Just then an attending constable comes up to you. The two dead men have been identified. Both human. Dagen Oldtowner, a veteran of the war, age 41, who just started a second marriage. The other (the one hid in the pipe) was Victor Dimmales, a refugee from Cyre. Victor has an ornate brass buckle on his belt with a depiction of the capital of Cyre on it. That buckle is missing, apparently it was the first thing that the killer took.
The widows of both men can be interviewed if you wish, but they've declared that their men had no enemies.
You next move?
Your Diplomacy check worked, Scowlen comes over and casts curing spells. Both Kaspar and Castille are up to full hp. (Altho if I recall Kaspar wasn't hurt, but whatever.)
You're prescient. Fast Eddie left about 10 minutes ago. He and a glazier are in his office, arguing over how much it will cost to fix the glass pane that was broken by one of the rioters. (You can go see Fast Eddie if you wish.)
Two constables are charged with going to retrieve the dead gator. The crowd gasps with shock seeing the size of the monster that you killed. A gnome who is with the Korranberg Chroncile, the newspaper of reknown in Eberron, is pestering the constables to let him thru to talk to 'the heros!'.
The constables cut the dead gator's belly open and only find rats. This gator has not fed on any humanoids, or at least not recently.
Scowlen and Einian are being straight with you, as far as you can tell. Castille has yet to try a Diplomacy on Scowlen. If he rolls high enough he may get more equipment from the man.
Einian's men examine the corpses. As some of them have the investigation feat, they can tell that the men were working on clearing the grate of debris when the murderer attacked from a distance. The thigh wound is particularly troubling, because it indicates that the sniper got a critical hit or a sneak attack.
Scowlen recognizes the mark on the bolt head. It's his.
"This was a masterwork bolt," Scolwen tells you. "I made hundreds of these during the war. After the Treaty of Thronehold the town military retained some but sold the rest as surplus."
Guess who one of the middlemen was for these surplus masterwork crossbow bolt deals was? Yep, he's in there talking to the glazier.
Scowlen recognizes the wire, too. Very high tensile quality. Stolen no doubt from a merchant who was one fo the sewer sniper's first victims. The man had been carrying samples on him.
"We've got something of a profile of the killer, based on what you said," Einian says, coming over to you. "Someone without much physical strength, he was obviously stripping the bodies in shifts from what you say. Someone cowardly. Someone who is good at rigging traps. And someone quiet and careful enough to avoid becoming gator food. Why he or she has been taking fingers we don't know."
Scowlen fills Einian in about the masterwork bolt, and Einian looks grim, glancing towards Fast Eddie's place. "You might as well confront him," Scowlen says.
"He was one of dozens of people unloading surplus military stuff," Einian says, hastily. "No sense bothering him." Einain scuttles away to deal with the gnome reporter who is being very loud indeed.
Scowlen frowns and says to himself "Why is he afraid of that man?"
Just then an attending constable comes up to you. The two dead men have been identified. Both human. Dagen Oldtowner, a veteran of the war, age 41, who just started a second marriage. The other (the one hid in the pipe) was Victor Dimmales, a refugee from Cyre. Victor has an ornate brass buckle on his belt with a depiction of the capital of Cyre on it. That buckle is missing, apparently it was the first thing that the killer took.
The widows of both men can be interviewed if you wish, but they've declared that their men had no enemies.
You next move?
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