WEEK 4

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 4


[It is late in the afternoon when the Titled finally wake up from their long, vivid sleep. What day is it? Maybe it doesn't matter.

They weren't awake when it happened, but the final set of doors have opened. The Intercessor hasn't emerged from their room. There is no sign of the grumpy old man. And, the Titled may notice that nothing has been cleaned up - including the remains of those who prompted the Investigation - since they went into the Debate Hall. No new food has been supplied in the Kitchen, either.

The only replenishing food supply is in the Conservatex - who knows when those'll get ripped out from the ground out of spite, though. Their captors certainly showed themselves to not be above petty revenge, unfortunately.

So many questions now swirl. Is the old man hiding? Is the Intercessor ok? What the hell happened with the dragon? What about that other group which the Titled have come to realize exist? What did their captors have planned? And...really, what the hell else is going to happen now?

Whatever it is, it's not going to be good.

So get ready, Titled.

There are nine (but perhaps only eight?...) strangers in this place.]

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[strangerpeople]

[Onto the room labeled D!

....This room has lots of weapons. Lots and lots of weapons. All of them smithed in high quality.

Their letter is stabbed through with a dagger.]

[poorlovefool]

[And Gab follows him because Gab is the true investigator here.]

W-Whoa, it's like another armory in here... [What kind of weapons exactly? Better than the ones in the armory presumably, but? Are there more types?

Anyway the owner of this room sure seemed violent. What does this note say?]

[strangerpeople]

[Itsprimarily steel daggers and swords. They look like they could have been forged at the Workshop by an experienced hand.

The letter, same as the first one, is this time addressed to "GHORZA GRA-BAGOL".]

[poorlovefool]

Ghorza, huh. What're you so pissed about, huh?

[Guess he has to take it out from where it's been pinned to read it? So he'll do that. Reluctantly.]

[strangerpeople]

[It is the same letter Karliah received.

There is an angrily-scrawled postscript: "I HOPE YOU READ THIS AND EAT THIS DAGGER YOU FILTHY TERRORISTS"]

[poorlovefool]

[...There is a slight fear that in simply reading that here, he could be suddenly mistaken for a terrorist and made to do just that. You never know with all these invisibility potions lying around.

He's just going to pick up Gab and back out of the room.

Door C?]

[strangerpeople]

[There is the smell of camphor and wet dog in this room. There is also a few of those well made swords from the previous room in here.

And of course there is another letter - only this one looks untouched.]

[poorlovefool]

[Wet dog you say??? Gab gently leans out of Eric's arms to try and smell. The man obliges in putting him down so he can snuffle around the room, though he'll try and keep an eye on him as he grabs this new letter. It would suck if the dog walked into some kind of trap.]

[strangerpeople]

[Not a trap to be seen, thankfully. Gab is free to roam and sniff as he pleases.

The letter is addressed to "FARKAS".]

[poorlovefool]

[Gab is pleased but confused, because who is this other doggo??

Farkas, huh. Eric stares at the untouched letter for a moment. Why is it untouched? Is it a bad idea to open it like this? He probably already knows what is in it, anyway, since the other two were the same... maybe he'll just take this one with him.]

Hey Raph, I'll leave the other two to you!