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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Fallon on September 4th, 2013, 8:08 am

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“Gods, what is that smell?”

It was with great care that the squire Fallon worked her way through the burned out skeleton of what was once one of the buildings in the warehouse district. It had supposedly caught a flame in the midst of the storm, though how exactly she was not sure. Still, the old familiar rumour was already on the rise, “Smells like burning meat!”
“Might be because it is. Sort of,”
Muttered her patron as she was lead through.
“Sort of?”

It was all hands on deck, an organised squabble to section off the area from civilian eyes whilst others slipped in and out. Eyes narrowed as she was lead on, a few odd looks received from the investigating knights around the smouldering ruins that now remained. The thunder over head gave a distinct rumble, the pattering of rain having extinguished the flames that were previously here. Her brow furrowed whilst she chewed her lip with thought.

“So… why am I here again?” Fallon placed her hands in her pockets as she ducked beneath a fallen beam.

She had been grabbed rather suddenly in the midst of her training, her orders being screamed at her without a moment of protest. Fearing wrath from the knight, the squire did as she was told. She equipped her leather armour and bracers, the steel small shield clattering across her back with the tulwar hanging from her waist. With quick feet and pulling on more suitable attire as she ran, the squire soon caught up with Sera Druva who had managed to already acquire Kreig Messer and was in the process of dragging him along. She gave an approving nod, and quickly lead the way in deeper to the city. With little explanation other than ‘you are needed’ there was little to work upon.

Pivoting round on the spot, Sera Druva narrowed her eyes down upon Fallon and held open her palm, “You’re left hand. Now.” Sheepishly the squire obeyed, and promptly had the left glove ripped off and a finger jabbed at her gnosis, “That is why I want you here. Every little bit helps after all. That and it is the best way to keep an eye on you.” The final prod against her armour made Fallon straighten.

Right, so I’m a tool? Wonderful. Thank you Sera.

Fallon pulled up her hood and marched herself after her patron, before finally she was lead into the current scene of investigation. She looked upon the charred shapes that scattered the area, the dark monoliths of burned wood and charcoal, with that over powering smell of burned flesh. Fallon gave a shudder as she looked about, eyes studying the scene.

“Right, all yours. Try not to have too much fun,” Sera Druva gestured about the place, “Report to me if you find anything.”

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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Kreig Messer on September 4th, 2013, 11:27 pm

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'Such a sad thing' Kreig thought as he accompanied Sera Natasha and Fallon. The smell of burned things was sickening to day the keast, Kreig nearly coughed a few times as he accidently breathed in some lingering smoke. He had no idea what Sera Natasha had in mind for them.

Before she laid her hands on him and dragged him along like a child to a dentist, Kreig was about to make his way to the Rearing Stallion to partake in a late lunch and petched the weather it wasn't going to stop him from leaving the keep and enetering that district that he forgot its name to have a good time. Unfortunately Sera Natasha proved mightier than the weather. Kreig wanted to complain and moan but didn't want a tongue lashing from his Patron and didn't want to risk getting the 'Stare' from Fallon.


He looked about the burnt down and abandoned factory, wondering if it was the storms they were having that did it or something else. He certainly gathered that it may be another 'Rogue Knight' incident if there were any truths to the previous rumours... He sighed as he saw the various knights and squires looking about, some simply keeping a watch to keep away any gawkers 'Like there would be much of them in this dreary weather' the only type of person ,other than the knights since it being their duty to take care and investigate this mess, would either be loons or the ones who committed these murders and it was a slim chance for these murderers to be back in anycase, with the building burnt the only to get a glimpse of what happened could be through Fallon's gnosis.


It was as Kreig was lost in thought that he failed to notice his Patron callin his name, she repeated his name in a dull tone that was akin to a teacher calling out a student. Once she was quite sure tue brawler was deep in thought and was ignoring her completely, she unstrapped one of her gauntlets and brought her hand closer to the Brawlers ear.... and quite simply, flicked!

"Eep!" Yelped the brawler as he jumped slightly and and placed a hand on his ear, turning his head to face the perprator of sich a heinous act "Oh, I am sorry Sera.... was I..."

" Ignoring me? Yes, but don't pay much mind ...all I wanted to say is to keep your eyes open and do whatever Fallon asks. If you have any ideas on what could have happened or see something out of the ordinary yourself, don't be afraid to report to me or any of the knights here.. every little bit helps" Kreig simply nodded and with a satisfied nod from herself, she moved away to look about and search the premises. Kreig doubted he had any keen insights to offer, though at least he could help out Fallon and speak a prayer for the souls of the departed. With that; he made his way to were Fallon was, careful not to trip or bump into any burnt debree from the old factory. He saw Fallon looking over the corpses, their burnt flesh not quite an unfamilar smell since one common way for getting rid of bodies in sunberth was to throw it in its ever burning bonfire, which was a crime in itself, well would have been one the city had any written laws and someone to uphold them, it made the smell around that particulat area quite heinous.

"Wooh, by Dira that is one scent I am sire they wont be making into a perfume. So Fallon, think we'll learn anything from the dead trio?"


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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Markus Andres on September 19th, 2013, 12:49 pm

Buildings burning down in Syliras was rather rare, so when it finally happened, it naturally caught the attention of the civilians. Some of those would swarm to the scene to see what had happened. How the tragedy had struck. Markus stood with his wing trying to get people to either return to their homes or just stay out of the way of the knights and investigators. Markus did not count among the latter of those, true, he might be a somewhat competent interrogator, but corpses didn't talk. At least not those outside of Sahova. Being a fairly tall man weighing well over a tenth of a ton meant that he had a natural imposing nature, ideal to keep curious people away. The fierce scowl on his face was appropriate for the anger that Markus felt at the needless loss of life today. He did not believe it was the lightning storm to be the culprit or an accident, he was fairly certain there was a culprit out there. Whose throat Markus would very much like to wrap his enormous hands around.

"Get lost or spend the night in the tank." The young knight growled at a particularly stubborn man. Markus was not a man of idle threats.

The tainted smell still lingered in his nostrils as he exhaled sharply in a futile effort to get rid of the stench of burned flesh. Markus had been stationed on the docks when word came of what had happened. Orders were orders, but Markus really didn't want to smell burnt human flesh. The same reason Markus rarely if ever made his way past the Li Mauta. The smell made his stomach turn - It was the same reason that Markus was not particularly lenient about civilians who were still lingering in the area. A hard shove pushed a particularly logic-resistant man back and Markus oft-kind eyes glared at him. It seemed he finally got the idea that this was not a place for him to linger around any more. Not that Markus would know why people would want to linger around burnt corpses. He shook his head at the morbid curiosity of some people.

"Make note of that man, guys, I want him in the tank if he tries to get in here again..." Markus said to his colleagues.

He looked around to see if there were any other grotesquely morbid people lingering in the vicinity and in turn he spotted Sera Druva with her two misfits in tow. He tilted his head at the curious scene. Why had she brought those two here? He knew Fallon was intelligent, she might see or learn something that ordinary people might not, and Kreig ... Kreig could punch stuff? He wished that Natasha hadn't brougt Fallon to such a grisly scene, but his personal feelings were inconsequential when she had been brought there by her master. Duty before personal feelings. Markus shook his head a little and averted his eyes from the dynamic duo. Although the leadership at the place was a bit lacking, the knights knew how to work together and soon, most civilians were kept out. Markus noticed that a person had moved up beside him, without turning to look at her, Markus recognized the person as Natasha.

"Curious training you had planned for today." Markus said, voice devoid of any attempt at humour. Still, the expected sharp shut up from her made a mirthless smile cross his lips. "Still..." Markus looked to the two squires who looked very out of place amongst the ruins. "... You know what happened here?" A live person to interrogate.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Was the unfortunate response from Natasha. They really had no clue what had happened. How could someone get away with something like this in Syliras. "Do me a favor, keep an eye out for those two. Don't want them to get in trouble." Markus and Natasha both turned to observe the two squires for a moment.

"Sure thing." With that, the sera was moving on and Markus made a habit of turning to observe the two squires every now and then to make sure they were not getting into trouble and to check up on their progress. Though, he did not abandon the post he had chosen for himself.
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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Fallon on September 22nd, 2013, 3:27 pm

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Fallon paced the scene, eyes turning about nostrils flaring to the distinct smell. Her stomach gave a twist as she looked down at the charred corpses. Her nose crinkled, her back straightening as she paced round. She watched Kreig move about the scene, then disappear to the side and out of sight. Which then just left both her and the Knight. She gave a small bow to Markus, keeping herself in check. This was not the time for personal things, this was duty and work, she would have to put aside thoughts and feelings for a while. She stooped over the remains, eyes looking about once more before she looked at the grizzled work. She did not want to be here, but her patron was right, she had tools that would greatly help the order. She had to do it despite how nasty it may have seemed.

“So,” Fallon begun by clearing her throat. She paced towards where the supposed entrance of the warehouse. For a chime or two she rocked there, hood still up whilst she continued to study, “We have the old factory and three dead bodies presumably burned alive inside. It was set sometime today whilst it was raining and storming, the fire raged throughout and in turn destroyed the building.” There was a moment where she rocked on her heels, measuring out the sizes. She gave the remains of the door a nudge with her toe, “Do we know if they were tied up? Or if the door was locked?”

The squire paced for a moment, working her way around the edge, looking up to the grey clouded sky. Gloved fingers ran through the dirt, testing it almost as she rubbed it in. What could have cause this? What could have done it? Better yet... “Do you know where the source started?” she turned her head to the knight, her brow knitting with thought, “Better yet do you know anything at all?” Shaking her head she continued her pacing, pulling off her gloves and throwing them to the ground as she did, “Wait. Never mind.”

She needed to clear her thoughts, she needed to find a state of calm. Inhaling sharply she took a perch before the first of the dead body, her fingers flexing and her Lykata prickling. She knew what she needed to do, but it did not mean she was comfortable with it. A face was pulled, her hands reaching in and hovering close.

It’s dead, you know it’s dead. It won’t do anything to you, her jaw tightened, That’s the point!

Gingerly the squire touched the remains, her head rolling forwards as she tried to focus. She needed to understand, she wanted to know what had happened. She pushed away the outside world, forcing away the sounds and feelings. The distinct scents for something she could grasp upon, a thought, a feeling. If any came at all. And when it did, she would continue, touching searching, sensing. The truth behind this needed to be found, did it not?

Well, here goes nothing!

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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Accolade on September 22nd, 2013, 8:34 pm

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Fallon would sense things as she touched the corpse, however she may wish that she hadn't later. The squire would first learn that the charred body was once a man named Dean. He was an average labor worker in the warehouse, and yet, she would gather the understanding that he rented a very nice apartment in the Maiden District.

She saw something else, a hidden door crafted into one of the walls, that opened up to a small room that looked to be a laboratory.

A final image would occur, this one showing Dean in the warehouse that was, at the moment, going up in flames. He was hurt, the wetness of blood coating his hands and body and the extreme heat in the room burning at his flesh.

Eyes staring..what did he see?

A face remained in shadows, clothing appearing white, so white in fact one might say it never had been touched by dirt or grime. A sword in his hand, and a silver so perfect it reflected the flames before him making it appear that the blade itself was on fire. The vision would end there along with Dean's life.

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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Fallon on September 25th, 2013, 1:11 pm

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Using her gnosis, her blessing, was taxing to say the least. But this was different. It grasped and ensnared, it dragged and it pulled, a flood of information so quick and fast that she was left stunned – at first at least. As her hands peeled away from the charred layer, the gnosis giving a flutter of light serving as a reminder as to what she had just attempted. Then, the true information finally came to the surface. Her mind burned, her face went pale as she quickly regretted the idea of handling the dead. A deep bubbling nausea came up, choking and grabbing as the flames raged through her thoughts. Her hands clenched, shoulders sagging as she leaned away.

Frightened eyes turned to the knight, and then down to the charred corpse. Lips silently moved, words faltering when she so badly needed to relay what had been seen. She gave a swallow, staring down at her hands, a long series of rasping breaths rattling out. Hands wiped on her trousers, a fight to force her mind onto the present. She had known what she had seen, and now she wanted to rid herself of the burden. The squire forced a croak;

“His name was Dean,” she begun pulling herself away and seating herself on the floor. Her legs had gone numb, the life having sapped its way out of them. She pressed her forehead into the palm of her hand, then flinched away from it. She felt filthy, unclean, the distinct feeling of grime having worked its way in. She gave a shudder, “He was a labor worker but…” she drifted off her brow creasing. No, that was not important, was it? “He… no. The fire did not kill him. He was alive barely when he was in here, the building already on flames sure, but… no it was something else that did it. Dressed in pure white and a silver blade to boot…”

The squire shook her head. She clung to her coat, focusing herself on steadying her breathing. She needed to calm herself, she needed to keep her head clear to do her duty – or try to as best as she could. With a quick glance to Markus, she looked away once more forcing herself to stand to attention, “Well… that’s what killed him Ser. I uh… That’s all. I think.”

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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Markus Andres on October 2nd, 2013, 9:57 pm

The way Fallon went to work forced a grimace onto Markus' face. Rude to the knights around her in the form she demanded to know, forgetting the honorifics as she spoke. Markus took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably on the spot, steeling his will for the upcoming confrontation with her, telling her to remember her place. He turned to walk, he saw her kneeling by one of the charred corpses. Puzzled by this odd scene and the concentrated look on the loveable squire's face told him something was amiss.

The squire touched the corpse. Markus felt an involuntary shiver down his spine. Markus had seen corpses before, Markus had generated corpses, nothing had ever made him want to touch one. The foul smell of a charred corpse made the prospect much worse. Eyes wide with shock as his senses was continuously bombarded by the smell. The confrontation he had pictured in his mind had vanished and was replaced with worry. Why was the girl of his life touching charred corpses? Was the question that came to the front of his mind. The pale frightened look on her face. A look he had seen before, a look he had not wanted to see ever again. Markus took a deep breath, a breath he immediately regretted as the stench struck him hard. He moved to Fallon's side.

The knight was confused at her words, wondering how she could know briefly before he remembered her mark from Eyris. Fallon gave insightful information about what had happened. Dean had been murdered. Silver blade? Who in the city used a silver blade. This was no mere accident and that meant there was a criminal Markus had to track down and break. Markus put a hand on Fallon's shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"So, it was a murder..." Looking down at the charred corpse with pity. Dean had not deserved such a fate as being murdered. No one but the most wretched of creatures deserved such a fate. "You did well, squire." He said looking at Fallon with a soft look in his eyes and the hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. He could not help but be proud of Fallon. "Did you see why he would target Dean? Or anything else about this... man with a silver blade? Anything else?" Markus did not have to coerce Fallon into giving him information, just ask the right questions, which made it much easier. He tried to keep his voice lukewarm and friendly. "And... Could you repeat this on the other victims?" He asked her with a firm voice.

Markus was no investigator, that much he knew, but he couldn't be pulled out of this now, he needed to help them find the man behind this atrocity. He hated asking Fallon to touch the other corpses after seeing the effect of the first interaction, but this was their best hope for finding him.
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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Fallon on October 8th, 2013, 6:26 pm

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It was surprising on how quickly she had focused on pulling away, on how the rising instinct called her to escape and run. She felt the cold sweat grab around her neck, the distinct suffocating and nauseating feeling having grasped on tightly. She did not care if she had appeared out of line, she had been told to find things out so that was exactly what she was going to do. One way or another. She gave a shudder, and shook her head to the answer of the knight. No, she did not see anything else of the man or the silver blade. She gave a sharp exhale, a low ragged breath as she tried to steel her mind and come to terms with what was happening. It was murder, that much was obvious. But why and for what reason? Revenge? Greed? Justice?

Her brow knitted together as she thought of the rogue knight. It could have been him. And if that was the case then they were fighting something a lot bigger than just a rumour. Hands clenched, fingers tightening for a moment. She did not want to look again, gods the idea petrified her. But with him hovering there, the demands made and clear cut, even she could not help but crumble to them in her current mindset.

“Just… Just give me a few chimes,” she wet her lips, “I need to, well, try and get calm... Oh, petch.”

She did not have a clue on what she would see next, or if she would see anything at all for that matter. She gave a nervous swallow as she moved so she hovered above it, legs shaking, arms trembling as she forced herself down next to it. She needed to know, she needed to understand. Else, her own curiosity would never be sated. She needed to solve the mystery of the rogue knight. Forcing her back to straighten, Fallon prepared herself. Long trembling breaths, the clenching of her eyes as hands hovered attentively over the charred flesh. What a grim thing to do. But that was the cost for this knowledge and information.

Fallon sucked in the air, her jaw tensing a muffled whimper as she pushed down the worries and displeasure. She had to focus; she had to clear her mind. She had to find calm. Which was easier said than done. Exhaling, the palms were pressed down, the head turning as she prepared herself this time for what was to come. She had to find answers, she needed answers.

No matter what they were.

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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Markus Andres on October 28th, 2013, 4:20 pm

"Take the time you need, dear." Markus said with a remarkably calm voice, despite the anger he felt at the grisly scene.

Markus worried for Fallon, she was definitely afflicted by the stress of her gnosis mark. Something Markus could not hope to understand in any shape or form. Nor would he demean her effort by trying to diminish it with comparisons. He could just stand there and be a support for his girlfriend. With a deep breath and his hand resting on her shoulder. Let her know that he was here for her. His mouth moved, however, thinking out loud as a whisper.

"Name was Dean, ordinary labourer... Someone ought to know him. Know where he lived? At least we can inform his family of what happened, if he had one." Those last couple of words had him subconsciously give Fallon's shoulder another squeeze. He could not imagine losing Fallon like this, would tear him apart. Although they had only been together for a single season, it was enough for him to feel this strongly about her. In many ways, she were the only family he had outside of the knighthood - technically, inside it too. He took a deep breath again and regretted it as the stench hit him again and he had to take a step away to avoid vomiting on the crime scene. By the gods he hated that putrid smell. Silver bladed man. Dressed in pure white. He needed more information if he was to be of any use at all. That was just a vague description that could fit any modestly wealthy people with clean clothes.
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[Warehouse District] On the crisp side

Postby Fallon on October 29th, 2013, 8:41 pm

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There was silence, her head gently tilting as she reached down with her mind. She felt the Lykata tremble, her turning thoughts still for a brief unwavering tick. Lips parted, her senses submerged and swum, flickers and crackles leading her on through. The world beyond grew silent, dipping into nothing as she tried to focus. But then it hit her.

It was a sharp intense pain. Piercing, a raging terror that caused her to react physically too. Ripping a way, her thoughts turned, possessed by the moment as everything became a mad scramble. Her pulse screamed, her fingers clawed as she moved with such speed and panic. There was no state of calm, there was no level she could reach, for that was lost to her. Her jaw constricted, the throat shortly after as she pulled away. She could not breathe, she could not think as the fire clawed and roared in her mind. Markus’ hand was pushed off and away, her hands clapping over her ears almost as if in pain. Her head rocked, her feet desperately trying to push up beneath her.

She could taste the fumes and smoke in her lungs, she could feel the heat of flames upon her flesh, the crackling roar within her ears. And it was too much. That long torturous pain, the last fleeting moments before it was indeed, snuffed out. There was a stagger, her features becoming pinched, her skin pale as she tried to get away, to wake up and escape. Fallon pivoted on her heel, hands trying to grasp at something, her eyes having grown large and desperate looking. Searching for a way out of this relentless fear. She clapped her hands over her eyes, her back meeting the wall of the burned out warehouse.

Her breathing had turned ragged, her head held in her hands, a distinct rocking within her movements. Words failed, her face growing almost wet as she lost control. She had lost her nerve. She had fallen to fear. And had, undoubtedly, failed the order. And getting going again was to be a difficult task.

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