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"Bill, ma'am," responds Bill. "That's a good idea to talk in private," Bill opines. "Anyone could have murdered Abbot Aerlin, but it probably wasn't you.

Of course it's possibility,"
Bill amends. "I suppose we'll see."

 

 

 

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A Silence at MidnightThe tunnel through the wall is gloomy, lit only by a few candle sconces. It runs perhaps thirty-five feet to the north where another heavy iron portcullis blocks the far end, and each side has three doors along it. The Prioress nods to each of the party as they introduce themselves. "Be welcome here, all of you. Pijjar, the gate please. Lodd, you may return to your duties. Come along, Olin. We will speak in my quarters." The goblin nun returns to the nearest door to the left and the south portcullis descends with a grinding of gears and another rattle of heavy chains. The half-orc monk disappears without a word into the middle left-side door, and Barretti leads the party into the middle right door with Olin trailing behind.

The center right door opens into a chilly and narrow candle-lit hall constructed of heavy stone, heading east and lined with doors. A half-elven nun peers out from one of the doors as the party's armor clatters and echoes, but she says nothing. Barretti leads the party up a staircase to a second level that looks much like the first, but here the hall is above the tunnels and runs the full length of the wall east and west. Warmer air, the scents of cooking food, and sounds of kitchen utensils fill the hall from the east. Baretti heads up again to a third level and another long hall, and now sunlight shines into the stairwell from above, where the last flight of stairs must lead to the top of the wall and the battlements. The party realizes that there isn't an Abbey that defends a wall blocking Highpass; the Abbey is the wall. The monks of Torm live in a fortress.

The Prioress leads the party east and into the last door on the right. Her quarters are a narrow room lined with shelves piled with scrolls and notebooks, the only furnishings are a desk and a cot, and the wall nearest to the door holds a tidy weapon rack loaded with shortswords, spears, and javelins, a shortbow and several quivers, and two braces of darts. Olin follows and closes the door behind them, leaving seven people cramped into a spartan living space meant for one. Barretti squeezes behind the small desk and sweeps her gaze across the band of investigators, stopping at Bill. "Again, thank you for coming. It's greatly to our shame that we are in such disarray that we need your help, but we do need your help very much. Please consider me as suspect as any other." She turns to Olin. "And why are we speaking in private?" Olin bows to her. "There was an incident along the road last night, Prioress. By their own word, two of Grivin's folk were admitted to trade, and, er, there is reason to believe they were encouraged to kill me by one of our own. They struck at Huntmaster Rallo's camp before they attacked us. They may have attacked other residents before Rallo."

The Prioress's eyes go as hard as stone. "Find whoever has done this. Find who killed Aerlin. You have free run of the Abbey. Go where ever you must. Ask anything of anyone. We cannot be reduced any further than we are." She pounds her desk with a balled fist, causing scrolls and inkwells to rattle and jump, then pulls a scroll from one of the shelves and unrolls it. "It is one of us."

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The Ranks of Highpass

Abbot Aerlin
Prioress Barretti
Steward Crotho
Cellarer Demmyrin
Almoner Ektrae
Master of Novices Frelk
Guest Master Glavin
Infirmarer Hathrin
Cantor Ithrak
Chamberlain Jurmi
Sacrist Kthrak
Roundsman Lodd
Novice Mott
Novice Nedri
Novice Olin
Novice Pijjar
Novice Quroth
Novice Rachik


OODMFor the sake of your sanity, the officially titled monks and nuns happen to have names in alphabetical order by rank. It's a total coincidence.

From here, you can do whatever you like. Stay together, split up. Interrogate the Prioress or whoever. Tour the Abbey. View the corpse. Bother monks and nuns. Have fun!
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Always one to tend towards suspicion the Prioress words sound convincing but the killing could well be separate from the ordering and the Half-Orc has seen folk killed for less than the power the Abbots position offers. Something to bring up in a more private moment

"Thats quite a list of suspects" he rubs his chin "Not sure I have the face for this kind of questioning but I'm very happy to be the heavy to one of your's sweet talking"

His stomach growls a little reminding him of their rather meager meal last night and something Deamiss said Food. Turning to look at Qijon "Is it possible that you can find out what the poison was the Abbot ate or drank. Might help to know how easy it is to get, local, exotic, magical. Money can be just as good a trail as blood"

Another thought comes to him "Secrets, not unusual for a place like this to have secret passages and doors. Handy things to build in when a place might be seiged or attacked, even handier for assassinations" not that this Barbarian would ever admit to doing something similar. "Used to soldier, seen a few foritifications - know what I mean"



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The office was a bit too cramped for a group of travel- and battle-weary fighters to be this close to each other. Hope she doesn't mind the smell too much, gods we stink!

Scooting a few knickknacks and other items away from the edge of the desk, Rhaegalt leans against the small patch of empty desk. Crossing his arms, he says, "What did the Abbot's typical day look like? Was there any change to his routine in the days prior to his poisoning?" The Half-Elf readjusts to face more towards the Prioress. "Did Aerlin have a regular attendant, or anyone else who saw him as a mentor?"

Girgadan mentions secret passages and that perks up the Half-Elf ears. "Yes, it might be best if we have a look around the room in which the Abbot was found; something might have been left behind or a hidey-hole could be found."

 

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Following the Prioress to her room, Qijon notes the high amount of doors and the possibilities of corridors.

Stepping into the cramped room with the others, he takes in the exchange between Olin and Barretti and quickly pores over the proffered scroll, hastily scribbling in his notebook. His stance and manner changing whilst focussing on the problem at hand, his gaze never actually meeting anyone's eyes. "I'm not sure if I can identify the poison, but I will join you in looking in the Abbot's room and give it a try."

Turning to the Prioress, he continues: "Is there any kind of floor plan for the Abbey? What was the schedule of guard duty in the past 24 hours? How should we go about questioning people with the vow of silence, can they break it to talk to us? Speaking of which, can we get access to all the personal notes and those at duty stations? And, finally, is there an area where we can confer? Somewhere we can meet in private and can't be spied upon."

Not waiting for any answers inbetween, but firing his questions in rapid succession, Qijon eventually pauses, ready to take notes and repeating any questions, if necessary.

After taking down the answers, he turns towards the rest of the group. "It might be wise to split up. Deamiss, did you want to check on the Cellarer first? If so, would anyone join him? A two to three split is preferable to anyone venturing forth alone, I'd say. No offence, but that's probably safer."

He looks up from his notebook, blinks a couple of times, eyes visibly focussing back on the group. "Errr...if, that's alright with everyone, yes?"

 


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"Well, those are excellent ideas," confirms Bill. "Personally, I would like to start in the former abbot's room. Given the nature of the other attacks, I wouldn't think us in danger here, but then again, there's no rush, so no need to separate. Or is there?" Bill asks. "When will the next election be? I hope that it can wait until the investigation is complete." Bill nods thoughtfully. "I'll say that I'm awfully curious about what those three on watch have to say about the assassination hiring as well."

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A Silence at MidnightGirgadan is the first to reply to the Prioress. "Is it possible that you can find out what the poison was the Abbot ate or drank. Might help to know how easy it is to get, local, exotic, magical. Money can be just as good a trail as blood." "Infirmarer Hathrin believes it was rat poison, and he's most distraught over that as he's the one who brews it. We make very free use of rat poison throughout the Abbey as we keep stores of food for ourselves and the village to sustain us all through the winter, as well as stocks of long-keeping rations in case of siege. We also make considerable use of parchment and vellum for our records, both of which rats will eat and use as nests. We keep ready for any battles that may come to our gates, but we battle the rats every day. If you have questions of coin, seek Steward Crotho. He handles our finances. I'm not aware of any secret passages within the wall."

Rhaegalt noticed the odor getting a bit thick in the closed room, though not as much he would have expected. A bit of fresh air wafted in from somewhere, along with the kitchen scents from the level below. "What did the Abbot's typical day look like? Was there any change to his routine in the days prior to his poisoning? Did Aerlin have a regular attendant, or anyone else who saw him as a mentor?" The Prioress nodded. "We have a small chapel on the battlements where he held morning and evening services for those not occupied with other duties. Between services, he oversaw the Abbey as he saw fit, sometimes conducting practice for battle, sometimes meeting with other officiants." At the paladin's next question, her grief again shows. "Aerlin's rooms are just across from mine, and his body lies there now. Feel free to examine his quarters, and mine. Either Hathrin or I have been with him since he fell ill. You should know that Aerlin and I have shared our quarters and beds for many years. It is no secret. As the senior of the novices, Olin most often attended on Aerlin and myself. Mott attends Crotho and Demmyrin, Pijjar serves Ektrae and Frelk, Nedri serves Glavin and Hathrin, Quroth sees to Ithak and Jurmi's needs, and Rachik aids Kthrak and Lodd."

Quijon asked after the layout of the Abbey and duty schedules. "Chamberlain Jurmi has sketches of all levels. Every guard station will have a logbook. As soon as I saw you approach, I had Lodd carry word that all are to answer your questions and give you access to all places. There are few truly private places within the Abbey, but feel free to make use of the chapel on the battlements or any empty room you find if you need to confer."

Bill was the last to speak up. Barretti turned to him. "As I'm acting in Aerlin's stead, I mean to hold off the vote until whoever struck him down is found. Please, avail yourself of the freedom of the Abbey. Olin, take these folk where ever they wish to go."

Olin leads the party out of Barretti's quarters and across the narrow hall, where he knocks on the opposite door and enters without waiting for a reply. The Abbot's chambers are almost a twin of Barretti's, though much more disordered. The desk has been pushed aside and cleared of scrolls, its top now covered with empty flasks and sachets of herbs. Where Barretti's cot was narrow, the Abbot's is wide enough for two to sleep on, but the Abbot's cot now has an open wooden coffin laid on it, a simple wooden box holding the body of an older half-elf dressed in the gray robes of the Abbey, hair streaked with white and cheeks sunken in, arms folded across his chest. A black-haired elven monk sits next to the coffin, his head leaning over, and shakes himself out of trance as the party enters. He looks as fatigued as the Prioress. Olin says "Infirmarer, there are folk here to see the Abbot's quarters."


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The Half-Orc follows Olin into the Abbots chambers and has a quick glance at the Abbot's body Not sure how the pain was but it looks better than an axe to the face. He bows his head a little and mutters a quick litany he's heard in battle before.

Still suspicious about this entire place he starts checking the room, he circles the room with his palms opened to determine if there are any odd drafts or any scrapes on the floor.

"Infirmer is this room where the Abbot was eating?"



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Olin leads the group the short distance across the hall to the Abbot's room, and quickly introduces the Infirmarer. The messy and scattered papers details the rushed attempt at making the bedroom a medical room. Rhaegalt approaches the desk covered with flasks and lifts a few under his nose, wafting any scents to see if he can identify the contents. "Hathrin, was it? Barretti tells us it was likely rat poison that did Aerlin in, and that you are the one who makes it," the Half-Elf says as he sets the last flask down. "But that would be too obvious. No one would be foolish enough to use something they are known for as a murder weapon."

Crossing the room to where Hathrin sits, the Paladin puts a hand softly on the monk's shoulder before continuing. "This seems to me that someone is trying to frame you - and rather poorly at that. And judging from your position, you'd be more inclined to save a life than take one. Can you think of anyone, or a group, that would want to silence both you and Aerlin? Persuasion check with Guidance, 20 totalAny help you can provide us may also help prove your innocence."

 

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“Mm,” Bill adds to Rhaegalt’s line of inquiry, “but I suppose a clever killer might make himself look too obvious. Do you happen to be a ‘maintainer,’ Infirmarer Hathrin? Who else has access to the poison?” he continues.

“We should consider,” Bill adds, consistently negligent of discretion, “that this could be a completely personal thing. Brother Olin, do you think someone might have their eye on Baretti? – in a romantic way, I mean.”

“And Olin,” Bill asks, “I must have forgotten – when during the day was Aerlin found sick?”

 

 

 
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Deamiss, who was remain silent since some time observing the answer and idea patiently of every one, decide to broke this mood of observer.

" It's always difficult to know who frame who. Some are good at it, other against it. Deamiss like to see how kitchen work and talk to those who work in it , what they think of all that. but first lets see the cellar ... did you have a place to put those who like to be keep away for anyreason .. or maybe someone can have hide someone who knows something their in the forgetten place ... Mmm talking about that, did you have a map of all building around ... maybe we will be able to spot place that it could be a fine place for secret passage"




 
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A Silence at MidnightThe elven Infirmarer Hathrin looks startled as the party crowds in, full of questions. Girgadan scans the room and the floor, finding no scrapes or unusual marks, but he Perception 16notes small gaps in the mortar of the masonry and a distinct scent of fresh candle wax. A few small dishes are placed on the floor along the walls which appear to be full of grain, possibly winter wheat or barley. "Infirmer is this room where the Abbot was eating?" "I, er, hello. You must be the guests. I suppose so, at least some of the time. The Abbot..." He turns and gives the body a mournful look. "...he was never one for leisure. He took his meals at his desk when he was working, and just as often ate on the battlements or in the kitchen."

Rhaegalt uncorks flasks from the desks to get their scents while Hathrin is talking with Girgadan. Two are full of simple water, two more are empty except for traces of a reddish liquid and carry the sweet scent of healing potions. Another is full of lamp oil, the next is a small bottle turns out to be ink that reeks of rust, vinegar, and oak gall. He uncaps a stoneware jug; a small flame ignites and dances over the neck of the jug. "Ah, do be careful. That's alchemist's fire. Yes, I am Hathrin, and I serve as Infirmarer to the Abbey and the village. I do believe it was rat poison that did the Abbot in, and I should know as I make quite a lot of the stuff. We have quite a lot of rats." "This seems to me that someone is trying to frame you - and rather poorly at that. And judging from your position, you'd be more inclined to save a life than take one. Can you think of anyone, or a group, that would want to silence both you and Aerlin? Any help you can provide us may also help prove your innocence." The infirmarer listens to the paladin and nods. "Healing is my first and foremost calling. I have never opposed the Abbot in his conviction that our place is here. Many did and do oppose him though, and few reveal what they think. Herbs do not keep long; recently, I have provided rat poison to the Abbot himself, to Prioress Barretti, to Demmyrin and Ektrae who both need it regularly as they must defend our stores of food, and to Chamberlain Jurmi, to Sacrist Kthrak, and to Roundsman Lodd. I do not dispense it to novices, but certainly any officiant might pass it on once I've given it to them." He waves a hand at the small dishes along the walls. "A bit of grain for the rats to eat, a sprinkling of the right herb, a bit of honey to cover the taste. Making rat bait is easy."

Bill follows on to Rhaegalt's questions. "Do you happen to be a ‘maintainer,’ Infirmarer Hathrin?" Hathrin gives Olin a sideways look before answering. "You know of our disputes of conscience, then. As it happens, I believe our duty lies north of the Abbey. In my heart, I am an Expansionist. I doubt Torm means for me to live for hundreds of years to come in a crumbling rockpile when threats are nearby. But I defer to Torm's chosen as to the current course of action. Elves live long and I am young, Torm will show us his will in my time."

Bill's next question catches both monks off-guard. "We should consider that this could be a completely personal thing. Brother Olin, do you think someone might have their eye on Baretti? – in a romantic way, I mean." "Well, you're farther down the hall, but..." "I don't think..." Both monks trade a glance and shake their heads. Brother Olin turns to Bill. "I can't see anyone thinking they had a chance there." Hathrin nods firmly in agreement. "Prioress Barretti will kill whoever crossed Aerlin."

Deamiss breaks the silence after the monks speak. "It's always difficult to know who frame who. Some are good at it, other against it. Deamiss like to see how kitchen work and talk to those who work in it , what they think of all that. but first lets see the cellar ... did you have a place to put those who like to be keep away for anyreason .. or maybe someone can have hide someone who knows something their in the forgetten place ... Mmm talking about that, did you have a map of all building around ... maybe we will be able to spot place that it could be a fine place for secret passage" Hathrin shrugs. "There are empty rooms, no truly hidden places as far as I know. Chamberlain Jurmi keeps all the floor plans, but the Abbot likely had copies." The infirmarer rummages through shelves and desks, flipping through notebooks and unrolling scrolls, and finally turns up a piece of parchment. "Ah. This is the current level at least." As he hands it to Deamiss, Girgadan Perception 16 working overtime notices a faint scribble on the back of the map.



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Girgadan picks on something that suggest he might have made a social error but as no one has reached for a weapon or slapped his face its probably nothing.

He cant help but smile at Bills' questions An unexpected interest in the mating habits of these monks but its useful in that it does seem to rule out love as a reason for the Abbots death, well bottom of the pile.

"So we are back to the factions as the best lead then" and he scratches at his chin as the map is brought out, catching the scribble on the back Interesting. Judging by the map the walls are too narrow for any kind of passage and between floors would be an obvious trap door. He looks at the windows to see if they're big enough for someone to climb in and out of but based on past experience some kind of magic would overcome all the limitations that the Barbarian would have with trying to assassinate or poison the Abbott.

"So the poison is widely available and the food would pass through several floors and past numerous doors to get here." Given the large pool of access this presents Girgadan goes on to ask "Does the Abbot eat at the same time and place on a regular schedule or does it vary wildly and would only be know to a smaller group?" and then he moves over to have a closer look at the map.


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While Girgadin continues talks with Hathrin, Bill ducks out - literally, given the modest threshold. "I think I'll head to the guard station," he announces. "All are welcome."

 

 

 
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Jumping back slightly as the flames flare up around the rim of the jug, Rhaegalt quickly recaps it. As the group listens to Hathrin answer their questions, Rhaegalt has a growing suspicion that they will most likely hear the same general story from whoever they ask. Perhaps we need to follow the clue we found before even arriving here. Before the Half-Elf can speak the thoughts, Bill voices the same idea before briskly heading out the room.

Half-listening to the monk's reply to Girgadan's last question, Rhaegalt heads to the door and says, "Thank you for your time, Hathrin, I too think it would be prudent to pay a visit to the guards, to inquire about our surprise guests on the road." He gives a slight bow before following after the Orog.

 

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