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
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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
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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
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"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
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"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
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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
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"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
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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
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"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
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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
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"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."