Chapter 7. The Inquisitor.   Posted by Guildmaster.Group: 0
Guildmaster
 GM, 223 posts
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 05:57
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
2nd Firnset, Moonday, Year 215
The Green Griffon Inn
Trader's Cross


The night is cloudy and cold as a torrential rain poured from the skies, drenching everything in sight. The loud pitter patter of giant rain drops slashing down from the heavens created a steady drumming beat on the roof of The Green Griffon Inn, a popular stopover for anyone traveling between the capital city, Asterleigh, and the Duchy of Aberhaven. Anyone caught outside would be cold, wet and miserable. But thankfully, Fredrick of Triesstead is warm and dry in his rented room, reading the biography of the great wizard-adventurer Ellamin Sepenthelm, whose exploits included defeating a Dragon through riddle, returning from the Abyss with a scroll of Time and escaping Giants with a gold enough to found the town of Serpenthelm. His exploits happened at least a hundred years ago, and who can say whether these stories were fictionalised or not, but it mattered not for they were interesting and exciting reads nevertheless.

As a child, Fredrick had many books such as the one he's reading now to fill his time. His father too was an adventuring wizard, though of no repute. But still, his father was a good man and it is through him that Fredrick caught the reading bug. Fredrick likened himself to a sponge, every ready to suck up every bit of knowledge within his grasp.

This boyhood hobby proved to be highly beneficial in his current job as Inquisitor. Though he had only joined The Order of the Silver Star last year, he had recently been risen to the rank of Inquisitor after serving as squire for only a short time. Usually, initiates had to spend at least a year under the wing of an Inquisitor Knight before they would even be considered for the role of Inquisitor and many, even after investing a or two years of their life failed the test and had to either quit the Order or take on other roles that needed filled.

And his first assignment as Inquisitor was to travel to the City of Aberhaven to investigate a burglary where the suspected use of unlawful magic had been involved. Ever since the great catastrophe known as the Masquerade Massacre at Aberhaven Mansion nearly six years ago, wizards and magic users had lived under terrible scrutiny. The sudden appearance of Abyssal creatures through the entire kingdom into chaos and the King of Asterleigh launched a massive military campaign to drive back the demons, close portals and root out rogue wizards. Many wizards resisted at first and were put to the sword.

The Order of the Silver Star was born during this campaign and though Fredrick's father had been one of the persecuted, Fredrick somehow found peace with working for the very Order that quite possibly ruined his life by killing his father, and forcing his mother and him to flee to the capital of Aster, Asterleigh, from their home in Triesstead.

Feeling the beginnings of sleep setting in, Fredrick placed a marker in his book and placed it on the nightstand. He was about to blow the candle out when he noticed his Path journal on the table. Feeling the need to check it once more before he slept, he crawled out of bed and opened the leather book, flipping to the final page of writing which now had new text.

Judging by the messy scrawl, Fredrick recognised it was a message from Althane.

"Guess what, bro! I'm coming with you to Aberhaven. Just got the word. I'll probably only arrive on the 5th and I won't have a journal. They said I'll be sharing yours. So, let's meet up at The Arena at 10AM, I want to check out those Gladiator fights. ~ Al"

OOC: Welcome to the game! I tried to come up with as much history as possible, but we can continue building on everything together. A note about the Path Journal. They are usually two journals linked by a Path spell and it allows users on either end to communicate with each other, regardless of distance, through writing. These journals are expensive and hence, Fredrick's copy was provided by the Order for them to communicate with you and for you to write your reports for your superiors to read.

This message was last edited by the GM at 14:46, Fri 06 Nov 2015.

Fredrick
 player, 1 post
Tue 3 Nov 2015
at 06:29
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick, tired by the long day, has to read the entry twice before he fully processes what it says. The early morning had been filled with paperwork and the rest of the day with traveling, only being forced to stop when the rain became more than a drizzle despite there being several good hours of riding left in the afternoon. Lucky for him this inn was nearby. A few extra coins ensured him a hot bath and a bowl of soup at his leisure and now with the moon rising high in the sky Frederick considers his bed. He could send a reply but if the message was seen at all it wouldn't be till tomorrow if it got passed on. There's nothing to do but wait and talk to his friend when they meet up.

With that string of logic reaching its conclusion Frederick douses the candle still flickering at his deck, packs the book back away and settle down for what he hopes to be a quiet night. The pattering of rain helping to soothe him off to sleep.
Guildmaster
 GM, 224 posts
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 15:15
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
3rd Firnset, Airday, Year 215
5 Kilometres from Trader's Cross, Enroute to Aberhaven City
1 PM


The rain from the night before left the roads muddy and wet and Fredrick had a hard time keep his shoes and the bottoms of his pants from getting muddy as he led his pack horse out of the village this morning. But at least, he would be making good time because the weather had cleared up and by mid-day,  he was just a few kilometers shy from the city.

He had stopped to water the horse and take a short lunch break of bread and cheese when a traveler with his mule approached.

The traveler wore simple clothes and had a jaunty cap atop his peppered-grey hair. The middle-aged man appeared to be breathless as he huffed alongside his placid looking animal that was laden with goods.

"Good day to ye, fellow traveler," the man drawled, "Got to make my way back up to Trader's Cross, what a bother for these old bones. The storm last night washed out the bridge and looks like some folks are out there searching for a poor young'un who fell in. If you're headed that way you're probably gonna have to find another way."
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 2 posts
Fri 6 Nov 2015
at 16:10
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick raises a hand in greeting, swallowing what he'd been chewing before standing to meet the man. "Good day to you sir. It's weather like this that makes me wish I'd had some foresight and sprung for a wagon, it'd be slower but dry," he rings out part of his cloak for emphasis.

"A shame to hear that this storm has caused problems like that, I hope they find the kid. Can you suggest the route I should take to get around the bridge then? I'm afraid I don't travel enough to know the roads."
Guildmaster
 GM, 225 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2015
at 13:06
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"You look young and strong, maybe those folks can use your help," the traveler suggests before shrugging his shoulders, "But then again, it could be more trouble than your worth. If you need to get across, you could travel back to Trader's Cross and take the eastern route instead of the south. It will take you around Pinebark Forest and through Fort Mathis. But it will set you back by a day or two depending on travel conditions."
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 3 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2015
at 13:28
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"I'm afraid if I'm to be delayed I can't afford the time to go looking for people that need help. So you say going back and around ok, is there another way?"
Guildmaster
 GM, 226 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2015
at 19:04
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
The traveler shakes his head at Fredrick, "I'm afraid I've only really ever used these two routes. The south one being the most direct. Hmm, you could continue trying your luck south. I was there about two, three hours ago. Maybe they would have found the young one by now and are making a makeshift bridge or started a temporary ferry service by now."
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 4 posts
Sat 7 Nov 2015
at 21:44
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"Very well it looks like I'll be going around then, thank you for the warning." With a new route in mind Frederick re-adjusts his horse's saddle bags for a return trip.
Guildmaster
 GM, 227 posts
Wed 11 Nov 2015
at 17:32
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
5th Firnset, Earthday, Year 215
Palatial Distract, Aberhaven City
1 AM


The detour proved to be trying for Fredrick. After taking the alternative route that took him pass Trader's Cross again, and through a forest trail within Pinebark Forest, he passed a small forest village a good two hours ago and judged he had a good five hours more of daylight left which left him hopeful that he would reach Aberhaven by nightfall. But all hope washed away when rain fell anew. He decided to push on through the wet weather but when it became too thunderous and big, he had to find shelter and the best he could do was make camp under a large tree that barely protected him from the beating rain and cold. Somehow the order never prepared him to bring camping equipment or prepare him for setbacks such a these.

Desperate to not spend another night out in the cold, wet open, Fredrick had ridden fast south, past Fort Mathis towards the City of Aberhaven the moment day arrived. When the tall towers of the city together with the many winking lights rose from the horizon, Fredrick's heart leap with joy. After the gate guard let him through, he managed to bumble his way to the Head Branch of the Order of the Silver Star, after all, the start of Abyssal problems sprung from Aberhaven itself and it was only natural that the Order has its roots here.

A warm bath and a quick hot bowl of soup did much to refresh and sooth Fredrick. Dressed now in clean clothes, he handed off his dirty muddy laundry to a young floppy haired squire of about fifteen, Gerome, who was assigned to tend to his needs. Though the hour is late, the Grand Inquisitor, Tharius Kilbare, was expecting him.

Fredrick found the Grand Inquisitor to be younger looking than he expected. He was a heavy set man, large face and hands with an equally large beard and curly grey hair. He had kind, soft features but there is a hardiness to his general demeanour. It is a well known fact that the Grand Insiquitor was one of the original companions who escorted and protected the Seers of Iris to the Abyss to defeat the demon lord, Lasaexal's twisted high priests.

Tharius was still pouring over reports and more reports when Fredrick introduced himself.

"I know it's late, Inquisitor," Tharius says, "But I thank you for making your way here so speedily. Your superiors tell me that you have talent, and that this will be your first case yes?"
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 5 posts
Wed 11 Nov 2015
at 21:03
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick gave a bow and a proper gesture of respect as he spoke, "Thank you Grand Inquisitor. Inquisitor Frederick Grannar at your service, while it almost feels like the weather conspired to keep me away from my destination I am here nonetheless. And you are correct sir, this will be my first case as a full inquisitor; I look forward to being of service."
Guildmaster
 GM, 228 posts
Thu 12 Nov 2015
at 16:47
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"Please sit, Inquisitor Grannar," Kilbare said, "Let me get straight to the point. The case you'll be handling should be a simple straight forward one. It involves the burglary of House Barimont. Lord Harold Barimont, is a young man and inherited the place when his father died last Spring. He just moved back from Aster a month ago and were beginning renovation works, I believe to rent out the space - it seems he has no desire to stay here in Aberhaven. He claims that a painting of his great-grandfather's is missing. When the City Guard went in to investigate, there was a painting still sitting atop the fireplace, but Harold says that it was a counterfeit and the real thing had been stolen.

The guard found no traces of a break in and thus thought that it may have been an inside job. All the renovation workers and staff at House Barimont were investigated and none appeared to be suspect. They turned to us to see if we could make out anything and well, that's where you come in. Your task is to find the thief, if there is even one to begin with, retrieve the painting and return it to House Barimont.

Any questions?"
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 6 posts
Thu 12 Nov 2015
at 19:48
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick takes it all in, nodding along but looks a little confused as he considers everything that has been said, "I see sir, there is something I am curious about. Why has this investigation been accepted? Surely this is the purview of the city guard, is there something deeper going on here that I have not yet been made aware of?"
Guildmaster
 GM, 229 posts
Fri 13 Nov 2015
at 16:57
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"Thats a great question. It certainly is under the purview of the City Guard which means they will still be in charge of the investigation. As to our involvement, they have requested our opinion of the matter," Kilbare says before lowering his voice and adding, "We are an organization with jobs which means I have people like to you to pay, so, if they are going to pay us for our expertise, I'd take the job. Which reminds me, the City Guard will assist you in anyway you need, I believe they are going to assign someone to help you, but whether or not you want that assistance is up to you."

And as for whether there is something deeper going on or not, that'd be for you to find out. But it is very likely that the young Harold is mistaken. After all, counterfeit art is not exactly an out of this world phenomenon. So, some rich noble paid a hefty sum for a fake painting, they certainly have the gold to spare."
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 7 posts
Fri 13 Nov 2015
at 18:28
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
"Very well then sir. Also as you have likely already been made aware, a second inquisitor will be joining me in the morning, perhaps later due to the alternate route he will likely need to take to get here. He is new like me but also very capable." Frederick then stands and bows, "If there is nothing else sir ... have arrangements been made for my accommodation or should I find somewhere?"
Guildmaster
 GM, 230 posts
Mon 16 Nov 2015
at 05:22
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
5th Firnset, Earthday, Year 215
Palatial District, Aberhaven City
6AM


Morning arrived swiftly. Perhaps a little too swiftly for Fredrick for he had only slept 3 hours before a timid Gerome shook him on the shoulder - waking him. After his meeting with Kilbare last night, Gerome his squire escorted him to one of the few modest quarters available for visiting guests. His room was small and functional. A bed for him to sleep in, a dresser for him to store his things, a tiny desk for him to sit and write and a tiny window above his bed to let the light in.

The sun was already streaming into Fredrick's room and the young inquisitor glumly noted that the winters months meant the day started faster - and ended earlier! That prompted him to get out of bed with the explicit aim of getting a head start in the Barimont investigation.

While Fredrick dressed, Gerome continued rambling nervously, "Sir, shall I fetch you your breakfast? Sorry to wake you, but its just that we have Order gatherings every morning where Grand Inquisitor Kilbare leads us in prayers. Are you religious sir? Well, I don't suppose I am but the Order does ask us to receive the word of the Watcher, so maybe I am religious. I don't suppose you are required to attend if you don't want to," the boy continue rattling as he handed Fredrick a shirt.

OOC: Let me know what are your next moves and I can move the story forward. You can also ask Gerome any questions you might want to.

This message was last edited by the GM at 20:51, Mon 16 Nov 2015.

Fredrick Grannar
 player, 8 posts
Tue 17 Nov 2015
at 13:08
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick is grumpy and it takes him several minutes before his bleary eyes adjust, nonetheless he makes an effort to be pleasant to the unfortunate man given the duty of waking him. "Do not worry yourself, better not to waste the day. To answer your question I'm not a religious man however I shall attend this service, it would do little good to estrange myself on my first day. I don't do well eating as soon as I've woken up so if you could arrange for something simple to be brought here after the service that will do nicely."

Before going to bed the previous night, Frederick left a quick simple message in the book:

Have arrived late due to weather damages on the road.
Met with superior, Grand Inquisitor Kilbare.
Will begin duties in the morning.


While he prepares he checks the book just in case, though he suspects that no one has read his brief report yet. Dressed in formal clothing he allows himself to be lead to where the service is held and attends in a quiet, reflective manner both as a means to calm and waken himself, and to school his thoughts for the investigation ahead. After the service if nothing out of the ordinary happens Frederick introduces himself to anyone nearby who takes an interest before returning to his room to eat and prepare.
Guildmaster
 GM, 231 posts
Wed 18 Nov 2015
at 18:56
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
5th Firnset, Earthday, Year 215
Palatial District, Aberhaven City
8:30AM


The service was an hour long and not only did they sing hymns to the Watcher, the Grand Inquisitor shared a sermon about vigilance. Towards the end, Kilbare also made it a point to introduce Fredrick to the entire congregation. After which, he was introduced personally to a couple of his fellow senior and junior Inquisitors. No one really caught Fredrick's eye except for a senior inquisitor who looked to be about Fredrick's age and had rough looking scars around her blind eyes. Though she wasn't beautiful, Fredrick imagined she might have been without those scars. She spoke little and only did so to introduce herself as Maedlin Voraelin.

After the meet and greet, Gerome brought Fredrick his breakfast in his room which consisted of fruits, bread, cheese and a little bit of ham. Fredrick checks his Path journal and notes a new message:

Proceed with investigation. Report findings tonight for review.

"Sir, will you be heading outside now?" Gerome asks, holding up Fredrick's wool cloak, "It's a bit chilly today. And oh.. erm, can I come along?"
Fredrick Grannar
 player, 9 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 01:14
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick accepts the cloak and gives the man a pleasant smile, "You don't get to experience much in here chasing after us do you. Certainly you may come along, provided it does not interfere with any of your other duties."

Well fed, awake ... mostly and ready to begin, Frederick knew he'd need to meet his friend in a few hours but being idle till then would not do. His first stop would be the city guard to find out what they had to say about the situation, acquire a copy of their files on this case and get his mind in the right mindset.
Guildmaster
 GM, 232 posts
Thu 19 Nov 2015
at 19:36
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
5th Firnset, Earthday, Year 215
Temple District, Aberhaven City
9:30AM


Located strategically in the middle of the city, Fredrick, now dressed in Inquisitor attire, functional black pants and boots with a black tunic embroidered with a silver star above his left breast, a blue cloak of tiny silver stars and a blue feathered cap, finds his way to the Aberhaven City Guard's barracks with Gerome close on his heels. After ascending a few steps to the entrance, Fredrick enters through two guarded stone towers and into a training yard. Recruits and serving men and women are busy training in various arms, running laps around the yard and receiving instruction in various fighting techniques by trainers.

"You must be Inquisitor Fredrick," one of the guards who greeted him inside the barracks said, "First Guard Rilieu is waiting. Come this way please."

First Guard Rilieu turned out to be a stoic looking woman with raven black hair. She is tall, almost imposing with her chainmail armour and sword attached to her belt. She nods at the guard who showed Fredrick in and motions for the Inquisitor to sit. "Welcome to Aberhaven, Inquisitor Grannar. I'm told this is your first visit to our city and sorry that it is not one of pleasure. Thank you for coming and I suppose you have come for this." Rilieu picks up a file from her desk and hands it to Fredrick.

Inside, it contains a parchment that appears to be a certificate of authenticity.

Certificate of Authenticity.

This is to certify that the painting titled: Portrait of Lord Baron Harold Barimont, Circa 42, is an authentic painting by master painter, Anton Van Dyke.  Medium: Oil on canvas


another page of notes indicates the reports the City Guards made. It reads:

No signs of broken entry as well as no indication of tracks or fingerprints detected by traditional means. Painting of portrait still hangs above, a layer of dust is on the frame of painting that suggests it hasn't been moved, or cleaned in a while. No visible signs of struggle or any violence.

Painting was removed by member of Watch to investigate the wall behind the painting. Wall appears solid, and no tempering seems to be done on. (At least its undetected by traditional means) Also, the discolouration on the walls around the painting indicate that a painting of a similar size has been hanging there for a while.

Staff includes:
- Harold Lovksy - chef from Korskoya. Accent is thick, brown hair, thick beard.
- Gemima Lanly - Old woman, mid 60s, hard of hearing, deaf in left ear. Cleaning maid
- Janice Lanly - daughter of Gemima, Mid 30s, mother of two, cleaning maid
- Yanzy - Butler, mid 30s, single

Gardener not available for interview. Has been ill and hasn't been back at the estate since 29th Harvester. Stand-in Gardener is Fain Larue, mid 20s, only visits the garden once every week. Usually on Monday mornings.


 As well as a sketch of what the portrait might look like:


This message was last edited by the GM at 19:54, Thu 19 Nov 2015.

Fredrick Grannar
 player, 10 posts
Fri 20 Nov 2015
at 00:30
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick is appreciative of the quick and to the point nature of these guards, offering thanks to both the man who has escorted him and to First Guard Rilieu. He skims over the contents of the folder and then sets them aside for further study later, "Very well, thank you. I take it there has not been any investigation conducted for magical tampering? That will likely be my first duty here then."

With however Rilieu responds Frederick thanks her for her help and then, realising the time, heads towards the arena in case his companion was able to make it to the city on time.

Also has the squire been allowed to accompany me?
Guildmaster
 GM, 233 posts
Fri 20 Nov 2015
at 16:54
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
5th Firnset, Earthday, Year 215
Arena District, Aberhaven City
10:30AM


Having spent the majority of his morning moving between the interlacing streets of the City, Fredrick is grateful that his squire Gerome is with him to guide him through this labyrinth. From the prestigious looking homes in the Palatial district, to the stoic looking architecture that dotted the Temple district, Fredrick now witnesses the many shops and small, stony homes that surround the Arena district. And right at the middle of it all is the giant colosseum that housed the Kingdom of Aster's finest gladiators and showed off the most glorious fights.

Already, there is a giant crowd streaming towards the arena buying tickets and giant posters that showed off today's two fighters - Jojo the Crusher, a bull of a man with brows so thick and eyes set so deep, he looked like a neanderthal vs. Ulysses the Knight, a male of the Leonyr race who sported a glorious orange mane and a deep scar on across his left eye, decorated almost every pillar and wall.

Its going to be a chore finding Althane, thinks Fredrick but the young Inquisitor didn't have to worry about anything because a minute later, he sees a lanky young man sporting a black ponytail and a well trimmed goatee waving at him frantically!

Althane.

"Oi! Fredrick! Fredrick! Over here!" his friend calls. Althane is standing in line for tickets and is beckoning Fredrick over to join him.

OOC: Yes, Gerome is now your squire, at least for this case, and will be accompanying you, unless you order him not to. You may also take over controlling him if you wish.

This message was last edited by the GM at 16:55, Fri 20 Nov 2015.

Fredrick Grannar
 player, 11 posts
Sat 21 Nov 2015
at 12:35
Chapter 7. The Inquisitor
Frederick rolls his eyes when he spots his old friend, Of course where else would he be.

He approaches his fellow inquisitor and takes a breath to keep himself calm. "Let me guess you came straight here when you entered the city, so you haven't reported to our boss. You really think it's a good idea to be visiting the arena right now?"