Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150714131538

(Sith, The Investigators have now gone to the mansion to investigate the crime scene where captain Vemirius and the coroner Beatrix are explaining the situation.

The shady culprit, whom we have yet to see, has issued an order to one of his servants to search the mansion once more for whatever they were looking for.

The group has split up at the mansion with Kay, Geralt and Anhjari examining the second floor. And the remainder to begin searching around the first floor for anything of interest.

Other than that, nothing special has happened.)

"Sure", said Vemirius to Fabricius. "Go right ahead."

Beatrix gave the man a pleading look. "I... I understand that you want to see it as soon as possible. But I have looked at the damned thing to last me a lifetime. Could you... could you possibly wait until tomorrow morning? I need to..." She made a nauseating sound. "I need to muster the strength of my stomach."

Scav's search on the first floor eventually led him to the dining room... the place where Theomyr Cordius' most likely had had his last meal. On the table there was a half-eaten loaf of bread and a cup with some tea leaves at the bottom.

On the side of the meal there was an opened letter...

Anhjari didn't want to enter the room, no matter how much it called out to her. But she instinctively knew that any answers and clues as to who had killed Cordius would be found in there.

As she entered she froze up at the mere sight of the state the room was in. The door had been broken down. The walls were smeared with blood as if someone had smashed a body all around the place. She accidentally stepped on a broken glass bottle and hissed in pain as a fragment buried itself deep within her foot. She would have to pull it out later.

The study was a mess. Piles of books, broken furnitures, blood, glass, scraps. The room looked like a warzone. A long trace of blood led up to the other side of the wall. Presumably Theomyr had tried to crawl away from his killer only to at that precise spot.