Khass
Watchdog
- Joined
- November 5, 2006
- Messages
- 135
OOC:
@ titus: please do not control major characters anymore. I find it hard to believe that Pyrokar would give a thief/killer the right to inspect the death of someone, and even welcome him so warmly. Like I stated, be reasonable. You can write speech in any way you like, as long as it is differentiated from action and description. Also, the barrier is up. I'm going to state since it apparently causes a lot of confusion, and I don't want that. Try not to refer to the sleeper or anything happening inside the barrier, though - your character wouldn't know about it, or the Nameless One, anyway.
IC:
At Gregor's house...
He looked at the three men to his left. The light of the fireplace gave them an eerie look, but their faces, rough as they were, seemed honest enough. He couldn't refuse help, anyway. They might believe he was the murderer.
"Thank you kindly," the young man said, not looking as though he really meant what he said. "My story is the same I told the guard, but nevertheless, I shall tell you as well, " he turned his look to the fire and spoke everything he could say. (OOC: the background story in my first post). "Here is the note. It's a bit bloody, but it is still readable." He extended his hand with a piece of paper in it.
"About anything that might spark particular interest, I cannot say. My father looking worried in the night of his death? The wind that blew my candle? The soundless stabbing? The note? Many things are intriguing here. I just trust you three, " and he looked at them with his red, tired eyes, "can find the murderer. Please."
"As for your questions, mage - no, nobody came to testify as an eye-witness, and yes, I have many relatives. My mother, Lucia, is here in the building, upstairs, mourning my father. Pray do not disturb her. Zuris was the brother of my father. He is in the family business; my father crafted and bottled the potions, Zuris sold them in the market. He is now in the upper part of town, speaking - or negociating, if you like - to Salandril, another of Khorinis' alchemists. The old bastard is claiming this house as his own, on the right that a non-merchant family should no longer have their house in the market square. Only gold, that one sees."
He stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me, the sun has set, and I have many things to do," he said, politely ushering Gwildor, Bartacus and Alonzo out of the house.
@ titus: please do not control major characters anymore. I find it hard to believe that Pyrokar would give a thief/killer the right to inspect the death of someone, and even welcome him so warmly. Like I stated, be reasonable. You can write speech in any way you like, as long as it is differentiated from action and description. Also, the barrier is up. I'm going to state since it apparently causes a lot of confusion, and I don't want that. Try not to refer to the sleeper or anything happening inside the barrier, though - your character wouldn't know about it, or the Nameless One, anyway.
IC:
At Gregor's house...
He looked at the three men to his left. The light of the fireplace gave them an eerie look, but their faces, rough as they were, seemed honest enough. He couldn't refuse help, anyway. They might believe he was the murderer.
"Thank you kindly," the young man said, not looking as though he really meant what he said. "My story is the same I told the guard, but nevertheless, I shall tell you as well, " he turned his look to the fire and spoke everything he could say. (OOC: the background story in my first post). "Here is the note. It's a bit bloody, but it is still readable." He extended his hand with a piece of paper in it.
"About anything that might spark particular interest, I cannot say. My father looking worried in the night of his death? The wind that blew my candle? The soundless stabbing? The note? Many things are intriguing here. I just trust you three, " and he looked at them with his red, tired eyes, "can find the murderer. Please."
"As for your questions, mage - no, nobody came to testify as an eye-witness, and yes, I have many relatives. My mother, Lucia, is here in the building, upstairs, mourning my father. Pray do not disturb her. Zuris was the brother of my father. He is in the family business; my father crafted and bottled the potions, Zuris sold them in the market. He is now in the upper part of town, speaking - or negociating, if you like - to Salandril, another of Khorinis' alchemists. The old bastard is claiming this house as his own, on the right that a non-merchant family should no longer have their house in the market square. Only gold, that one sees."
He stood up. "Now if you'll excuse me, the sun has set, and I have many things to do," he said, politely ushering Gwildor, Bartacus and Alonzo out of the house.
Last edited:
- Joined
- Nov 5, 2006
- Messages
- 135