>>6095649Soft, feathery, and human-shaped–that’s your appraisal as you tactlessly fumble into the object. Scrambling to get off whatever you landed on, your blood goes ice-cold when your hand connects with the source of the liquid… a jagged, meaty cut where something used to sit between two very shoulder-like protrusions!
Scurrying away as quickly as you can, you slam your head against a cold, solid wall of stone. Whatever the hell it was you touched, it’s <span class="mu-i">dead</span>--unless it can survive without what you assume was its head!
As the gravity of the situation slowly weighs down upon you, you can’t help but wonder who it was that performed the butchery in the room… or <span class="mu-i">what</span>!
Moreover, is it still here with you? Did… did <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> kill it!?
You’re starting to freak out.
Taking a steadying breath, you creep back over to the corpse and give it a thorough examination. The body is taller than you, give or take, and while it seems pretty human, you can’t get over the sparse clumps of feathers on the body’s slowly-cooling forearms and legs. Whoever this was is wearing a <span class="mu-s">PLUSH ROBE</span> covered in wood trinkets and baubles giving you the image of some kind of <span class="mu-r">LARPER</span>! The thought sends a shiver down your spine.
Amidst the forest of gizmos and geewgaws sewn onto the soiled robe your hand brushes against some <span class="mu-s">PARCHMENT</span> poking out from one of the garment’s many pockets! Snatching it up in your hand, you immediately drop the paper when your thumb and forefinger come in contact with something <span class="mu-i">hot</span>!
Your second try goes a little better–ensuring you don’t grab the toasty end, you bring the parchment close to your eyes and begin to read it!
Or you would if it wasn’t so damn <span class="mu-i">dark</span>. Cripes, this is gonna be a problem, isn’t it? Just as you start to feel sorry for yourself, your fingers brush against a particularly <span class="mu-s">BUMPY</span> section of the parchment and it clicks–this is some <span class="mu-i">weird</span> paper they’ve got here.
With no pockets to utilize, you jam the <span class="mu-s">SMOLDERING BUMPY PARCHMENT</span> into your boxer short waistband for the time being. You briefly consider pilfering the <span class="mu-s">PLUSH ROBE</span> too until you remember it was worn by a <span class="mu-r">LARPER</span>--you don’t want to catch something.
As you rise to your feet once more, you feel your toe bump against something cold and hard on the floor… something metal. Picking it up, you nearly cut yourself on a sharp edge. A <span class="mu-s">DAGGER!</span>
Man, these guys were really roleplaying, huh?
Stowing the <span class="mu-s">LARP DAGGER</span> next to the <span class="mu-s">SMOLDERING BUMPY PARCHMENT</span>, you rub your eyes a few more times just to be sure you haven’t gone blind. No dice.
A frigid breeze blows from the far side of the room…
What do?
>Call for help! There’s been a murder, probably!>Take the PLUSH ROBE anyways!>Try to glean some more info from the SMOLDERING BUMPY PARCHMENT!>Sneak into the next room!>Listen to the wind! Are you alone?>Write-In! 