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In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 08, 2008, 03:34:29 PM »
Charon paid the innkeep what was due, his room fee and double the messenger's fee. He then stepped out into the street, pulling up his handkerchief as he left the inn. He would need to pick up some food for the first few days of his journey. He looked for vendors selling fruits, vegetables, and breads. "There's bound to be something on the way to the Temple of Ehlona," thought Charon. He had decided to bring the second copy of his report to the followers of Ehlona. If anyone in this city cared about the death of a centaur, it would be them.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 05, 2008, 01:10:15 PM »
“Ah, yes, a very important delivery, indeed. These papers must be handed over to the Council immediately.” With that Charon handed the lad a sealed copy of his report. “This is a most important matter for the Council, lad. Be sure that it reaches its destination. When you return I shall double your standard fee.”

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 04, 2008, 11:42:48 PM »
"Oh. Well, excellent. I'll just head back upstairs then," said Charon motioning towards the stairs with both thumbs. "Be just a moment."

Charon shuffled quickly up the stairs. He unlocked the door and immediately looked to the desk. The letters were sitting there just as he had left them. Charon looked to Collinsworth resting on the bed. "Good work, man!" Collinsworth grinned back at Charon in reply. "It looks like we will be taking our leave of this place just a bit sooner than expected." Collinsworth seemed unfazed by the change in plans.

Charon pulled his satchel out from under the bed. He placed its contents beside his friend. It took a few moments for him to get his studded leather armor on, but once he did Charon was surprised by how comforting it felt. Next he strung his shortbow and slung it over his back along with a quiver of arrows. He fastened his beltpouch and dagger around his waist, checking that the blade was still in good order. He tied his black handkerchief around his neck in preparation for traveling in the streets again. Finally, he picked up Collinsworth.

Holding the skull level with his own face Charon said, "You know, my friend, the road ahead will be quite dangerous. I made my own choice to do this, but I never asked you if you wanted to go. You do not have to come with me if you do not want to. The choice is yours." Charon paused for a moment then smiled. "Thank you, Collinsworth. I don't know what I would do out there on the road without your companionship. I'd probably start talking to myself."

Charon tucked his friend into the satchel and slung it over his shoulder. He stepped over to the desk and picked up Scurry's jar. "I've thought of a great place for you to live. There is a temple to Ehlonna near the western gate. We'll be stopping by there on our way out of the city. I'm sure they have a wonderful garden with great fat bugs for you to eat." With that Charon stopped the jar and placed it in his satchel along with the empty ink bottle, a quill, and a few scraps of paper. Two reports were placed into his satchel. The third he held in hand.

Charon took one last look around the room making sure he left nothing behind before heading down the stairs. On his way out the door his stomach reminded him again just how long it had been since he had last eaten. "Damn this constant need to eat. It is something that I will not miss when I am dead." Charon would have to stop by a vendor on his way out of the city. Some fruits, vegetables, and bread should keep him fed for a day or two. He could hunt and forage once his supplies ran out.

Charon headed down the stairs to meet with the inn's messenger.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 03, 2008, 01:34:55 PM »
"I'll need a messenger to deliver some papers to the Council." Said Charon, trying to sound as important as he could muster.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 02, 2008, 02:38:19 PM »
OOC: Does Charon know of any religious groups in the city, perhaps one with a significant following of paladins? I have a paladin NPC listed in Charon's background (the questionnaire that you sent me a while back) that he could send the reports to. Charon really hates the guy, but he could see past that in this situation. Trouble is, I'm not sure if that paladin is from Embar or not. Any suggestions where I should go from here?

P.S. I *love* Collinsworth, too!

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: January 01, 2008, 09:04:53 PM »
Charon placed his satchel on the bed. He carefully pulled the stopper off of Scurry’s jar, setting it at the top of the writing desk. Papers, quills, and the jar of ink were pulled out of his satchel next. He placed these on the desk for Scurry to guard. Finally, Collinsworth was removed and placed on the bed. Charon turned the skull so it faced the door. “You keep an eye out, Collinsworth” said Charon. “We’re not out of danger yet.”

Next he removed the papers he had folded up and placed in his shoe and placed then on the desk. Charon had made notes on these about the centaur’s tattoo and about each of the other cases he suspected Eril had been involved with. Finally he reached into his pocket for the small metal cylinder that he had removed from the centaur’s arm.

Charon placed the cylinder on the desk. Scurry skittered away to the far side of his jar, as if he were avoiding the object. “Hmm, you know something about this that I don’t?” Charon asked the spider. “I’d appreciate any information you might want to share.” Charon stared intently at the spider. “Yes, I know. That’s why I didn’t open it” replied Charon. “It might be trapped, or contain a poison or other dangerous material.” He picked up the cylinder and rolled it carefully between his finger and thumb. “Although, there might be a clue inside. Perhaps some message or a map scrawled on a tiny piece of paper?” The spider’s legs twitched. “Hmm? Ahh, yes. You are probably right. If what is contained in this cylinder was important enough for the centaur to bury it beneath his own flesh then it is important enough to secure it with some form of trap.” Charon placed the cylinder back on the desk. “It’s best to just hand it over to the centaurs. I’m sure that is what our tattooed friend would have wanted, so that is what we shall do.”

Charon got to work writing up three copies of the centaur’s death report… three complete and accurate copies that tell the truth about what he found. Once that was finished he began to write up three copies of an incident report. This report details how Eril woke him early in the morning to do a job for a special “client”. It describes the half-orc “Garn”, Garn’s half-orc accomplice, and the apparent deal they had with Eril. It further explains how and where Charon found evidence suggesting that this was not the first time this had been done. The report also gives details regarding Eril’s death at the hands of the half-orcs. In closing Charon indicates that he believes someone else at the morgue is involved, likely one of Eril’s superiors, and that it is possible that Charon is going to be set up for the crimes. Charon notes that by the time this report is read he will have left the city in an attempt to rectify the injustices done at the morgue and to clear his name.

As the last strokes of ink dried, Charon carefully folded each copy of paperwork roughly in thirds. He sealed the pages by applying a bit of melted candle wax where the pages overlapped, pressing his thumb into the wax to secure it. He laid them out on the desk, side by side.

Charon stood and stared down at the three simple looking pieces of paperwork. Would it matter? Would anyone even act on this? Or, perhaps this would spark a fire that would rage through the city, altering it forever! How deep did this go? Charon’s stomach growled. He had forgotten about how hungry he was. He would eat soon enough. He just had to send these off. One would be sent by messenger to the Council. One he would keep, just in case. He had decided not to send a copy to the morgue. It was too risky. If the report fell into the wrong hands they would have warning about what was to come.

The third copy had to be sent to someone in the city who would likely take action. The Perenezerath? No, they are not welcome in the city and, as far as Charon was concerned, are just as likely to be behind this as not. The Kere’Terek? Possibly, if there were a way to get in contact with them they might be an option. Then again if they were that easy to contact the Perenezerath would have dealt with them by now. The local clergy would probably be the best place to contact. Ideally a group of paladins, they are righteous and driven enough to see this through with minimal coaching.

Charon headed downstairs to talk to the innkeeper about hiring a pair of messengers and getting a bite to eat. “Watch our things, Collinsworth. I’ll be back shortly,” said Charon as he exited the room, locking it behind himself. He needed to consider his options. “Where can I send that third copy? Who could possibly care about this situation as much as I do?”

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: December 30, 2007, 06:12:14 PM »
Charon grabbed the key. With a silent nod of his head to the man behind the desk, he headed for the stairs. Charon would have to wait to eat. His work was more important. It is possible that Eril's body was already found. If so authorities would likely be looking for Charon. At the very least they would have questions. Worst case, the half-orcs got out clean and left Charon as the prime suspect. Not a very pleasant thought at all.

One hour. With luck it shouldn't take more than that to write up these reports, send them by messenger, get supplies, and get out of the city. But were to send them? Charon would keep a copy for himself.

One copy would be sent directly to the Council of Embar, although there is no telling if or how long it would take to actually get noticed by anyone of importance.

One copy must go to the morgue. But who knew how deep the corruption went? Could Eril be the only one involved in the half-orc's plot? Not likely. That meant that Eril was working under someone, someone who had power over him. Someone who right now was probably placing evidence that indicates Charon as the one behind all of this.

Charon had to send this information to another organization. He had to think of a group that was beyond the corruption at the morgue and that would act quickly to right the wrongs that had been committed. Charon loathed working with paladins and clerics, their mindless crusade to wipe out all undead did not sit well with his ethical outlook. However, the church of a good deity devoted to righteousness and law might be an ally in this situation. With any lucky they would fight “the good fight” here in Embar while Charon was out looking for the centaurs.

Charon stopped at the door to room eight. He opened the door and quickly slipped inside. Closing the door, he fumbled with the key to secure the lock. The sharp metallic snap was somehow reassuring. He rested his head against the door and let out a deep sigh. “I must do this. If I do not, then no one will”.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: December 22, 2007, 02:26:16 PM »
"Good day, sir". Replied Charon quietly. He kept back about a full arms reach from the desk. "I shall need a room for the night. Nothing fancy. Just as long as it has a desk ... or a table."

Charon's stomach growled, reminding him that he had not yet eaten. "Hmm, and something to eat as well. Preferably no meats or animal products. If possible." Charon managed an awkward smile, then remembered about the handkerchief covering most of his face.

Charon reached up and pulled the handkerchief down. "Heh, keeps the ... road dust ... out," Charon muttered mustering another awkward smile.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: December 20, 2007, 02:41:46 PM »
“Ah, yes” thought Charon, “The Whisper would be perfect.” If only more inns were like The Whisper maybe he’d spend more time in them. The inn was well suited to his needs. It was a quiet place with quiet people who kept to themselves and kept their distance. Unfortunately to get there he had to travel through town … in the middle of the day.

Charon cringed at the thought of all the people that would be in the streets, bumping and brushing into him. He could almost smell the stink of their breath, their sweat, and other offensive odors. The living are a retched bunch. Sure the dead stank, but at least it was an expected stink, a stink that one could get used to. The dead smelled like the dead, period. The living, however, they are another story. They create their own individual odors based on environment, diet, grooming, racial trends, and other factors. It was something that Charon just could not get used to. In fact, whenever he had to travel in such a miserable environment he did so with a handkerchief covering his nose and mouth.

Charon tied his black handkerchief around his neck. He took a moment to plan a route to The Whisper. He wanted to get there by way of least resistance. He carefully plotted a course that should avoid the most densely populated areas. He pulled up his handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose and he stepped out of the morgue and into the daylight.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: December 17, 2007, 12:08:37 AM »
"Then the Orcs shall not find it" whispered Charon. "Go in peace, spirit."

Charon quietly shuffled out of the crematory and ran to his room. He was glad that his things were already packed. He pulled his satchel out from under the bed and slung it over his shoulder Moving to his desk he pulled the jar of dead flies out and unstopped it. Carefully Charon used the jar and stopper to pluck Scurry out of his web, catching him in the jar. Charon said to the spider, “I promised I’d find you a nice little garden, my friend”.

Charon scooped some papers, ink, and a quill into his satchel placing the jar on top. He ran back into the hall intent on exiting the morgue by the most direct route. Charon needed to find a room in an out of the way inn somewhere in the city, somewhere that half-orcs were not typically welcome. He still had work to do before leaving the city.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: December 16, 2007, 07:53:51 PM »
Charon felt the weight of the small cylinder in his pocket. Surely this was what they were looking for. He turned to run, but froze in his tracks after just a half a step. He could not leave, not yet. Eril may have been corrupt in life, but now that he had passed his soul deserved a chance at redemption.

“Eril, is there anything that you need to tell me? Is there anything that you need done to ease your passing?” whispered Charon hoping that Eril would be quicker with his reply than the half-orcs would be with their search of the office.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: November 27, 2007, 02:54:24 PM »
Charon recorded the two dozen or so reports that he thought were suspect. He doubted anyone would ever be able to discover what had truly happened in any of those cases, but at least he could bring some attention to the problem. Folding up his notes carefully, Charon stashed them in his shoe. Just in case he ran into Eril or the half orcs he didn’t want them to find out about his research. That’s when he heard the commotion from the Crematory.

Was it the sound of combat? Charon’s heart jumped. Had the half orcs returned to silence Eril for good? It would be fitting. Perhaps the next corpse in the furnace would be Eril’s? … or Charon’s! Could they be coming for Charon as well? Of course, if those sounds were the half orcs killing Eril they would certainly come for him next. Charon’s heart pounded in his throat.

Should he try to hide here in the archives until it was clear, or should he investigate? If Eril was dead Charon might be able to retrieve information from his spirit before it passed over. Sometimes the spirits of the dead lingered for a while, especially if they had something they needed to say (OOC: Charon has Spirit Sense from pg. 124 of Heroes of Horror). This might be the only way to get the information he needed.

Charon took a deep cleansing breath… and rushed off down the hallway to investigate the racket.

In Character Discussions / Into the Archives (Completed)
« on: November 26, 2007, 02:04:45 PM »
Charon headed straight for the morgue archives. He spent a lot of time down there amongst the old records. In fact, if he was not working on a corpse he could usually be found reading about someone else who had. There were plenty of files to be read, too. Years and years worth of records were stored down here. There were even files from long before the coming of the Emerald Skies, although it was the period just after the meteors fell that truly interested Charon. So much information was available down here, family lineage, local history, medical procedures, records of wars and plagues, even reference to the first undead. All of this and more could be discovered through careful inspection of the death records. And this was the greatest collection Charon had ever encountered. He was looking forward to spending years researching in the solitary tranquility that the archives offered him. Unfortunately, this would probably be his last journey through the stacks.

Charon started to examine the records looking for any information on centaurs or the unusual tattoo that he saw.

In Character Discussions / Dead on Arrival ( Completed - Charon )
« on: November 14, 2007, 04:51:51 PM »
Charon poured the ashes into a small clay jar. The jar was then plugged with a wooden stopper and sealed with wax. He placed the jar of ashes and the report on the table.

“I believe our business here is done,” said Charon. “I’ll leave these with you.” Charon turned back to his workbench to grab his overcoat. “I’ve a very busy day ahead of me, so unless there is anything further I shall be taking my leave”.

Charon started for the door, intent on heading to the archives to conduct some research. Perhaps that tattoo had been seen before.

In Character Discussions / Dead on Arrival ( Completed - Charon )
« on: November 13, 2007, 09:32:39 PM »
Charon quickly finished preparing the corpse for incineration. To speed up the process the meat was flayed from the bones, the bones were cracked, and the larger organs were divided. Charon placed the pieces into the incinerator and fired it up. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the body to go to ash. A few bits will need to be crushed with mortar and pestle, but that would only take moments.

Charon started to clean his tools and return them to their proper place. The tools were not actually his own. They belonged to the morgue. Charon would miss them when he was gone. They were some of the finest he had the pleasure of using.

The room was now very warm, and the half-orc was starting to sweat. Charon tried to find some identifying marks on the creature. He wanted to be able to recognize it again should he have the opportunity to make things right later. Charon was not normally interested in avenging a death with another death, but he was sure that this was neither the first nor the last murder these two would commit. Perhaps there is something to be said for taking preventative measures.

Charon finished cleaning the room and started writing out the death report. "I'm going to write this up as a vagrant who died of complications due to long-term alcohol abuse and syphilis. They don't bother with notification of family members on vagrants, and the syphilis will justify cremation without raising alarms about a dangerous contagion." said Charon.

"Whatever, just do it so I can get out of this sweatbox," complained the half-orc.

Charon checked the condition of the body again. He was surprised to see that it had finished rather quickly.  Charon opened up the incinerator's cooling vents and returned to finished his report. After a few moments he placed the finished report on the table and went to go sort through the ashes. "I can dispose of these ashes, if you like," said Charon as he crushed up the few surviving bits of bone. "Either way I will be done here in just another minute".

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