[i]South End of Estermere.[/i] Mimsy was smiling a most cheerful expression, much like a puppy who did a good job. [i]Boss's Boss is gonna be real, real happy when I get there![/i] He said as he carried the sack under his hands, cradling it, as he walked out of the alley, and into the streets proper again. [i]I can just imagine what Boss would say, 'Mooooooooney.... aaaaaahhh....' as he would roll around in the money his boss would give him, while completely ignoring me.[/i] As Mimsy began heading closer to the edge of town, he checked from side to side, and behind. He did not notice the Gnome that was trailing him, because Gnomes were short, and Mimsy was a large burly man. And all the other citizens of Estermere were dealing with their own activities. Though unlike when he was kidnapping Elric out completely in the open, they weren't looking at him in a worried fashion, or in a confused fashion. [i]They fell for my ingenious ploy! Yay![/i] Mimsy thought as the grin occurred on his face. And as he was passing by, he noticed another Guardsman, Guardsman Ferris who whistled towards him. "Hey! Apparently some people say you were taking Elric, or something? You match the description." Ferris inquired, as he reached towards his shortsword. [i]I must rely on all my cunning to get away and not disappoint the boss! OR Boss's Boss![/i] Mimsy shook his head, "Oh no, this is a sack of potatoes." The inside of the sack began squirming, Elric must have regained consciousness. "MAGIC Potatoes." Mimsy said as peered to the nearby landscape out of the town, and as the sack fell towards the ground as Mimsy was distracted by how close he was to success. ---- [i]Elric's Abode.[/i] James did attract many a glance as the plate-armored knight sprinted off to Elric's. Other than that, nothing else particularly happened and he reached his destination. ---- [i]Astronomer's Guild[/i] Rovtar paid much attention as Shork talked about his own upbringing and of Ilneval. Nodding Rovtar spoke, "Grew up in the Howlblade Clan myself. My mother was acquired by my father to be part of his personal concubine." Rovtar began rubbing his left temple, "I believe he had seven at the most. Anyway, he'd let the concubines keep one child as long as they didn't revolt or try to escape. I was one of those children. And when father didn't demand them for services, they'd all share duties in raising us." Rovtar shook his head, "Ah, I could go on, but I think you'd rather meet my mentor." Rovtar opened the oaken doors of the Astronomer Guild as he led the two inside the first section of the building. Immediately inside to both the left and the right there were several bookshelves that were levitating in place and spinning around bright blue crystals. Their was a bit of tapestry, as large banners hanged ach of them were detailing a series of stars and constellations. "My mentor, if I know her right is most likely out in the Courtyard." Rovtar quickly went through the building, passing by some spiraling stairways, and by a class of the youth being taught principle mathematics. Well the ones who could afford the fee that is. Rovtar paused, as he noticed that, his mentor was taking another Guild Member's shift in tutoring the children and stayed behind. Ashera smiled at the group of children assembled, "... And that is how you do division. Class dismissed, you may go out and play." The children all shrieked in a happy yay, as they ran out to the courtyard. Ashera brushed a few strands of her blonde hair which was beginning to grow grey, as she swayed to Rovtar with an air of nobility, with something else, upon her. She was dressed in red silken robes, that were gilded with a dash of bronze. She stood at five feet and six inches, and had noticeable crows feet around her eyes which looked like they were treated, but it failed to do the result. Rovtar gave a courteous nod and handed over his research papers. Ashera thumbed through them, as her crimson red nails marched through the papers as her eyes kept focus on it. "The Ashrin Constellation, lovely work as always Rovtar." ------- [i]Gnoll Village[/i] Rihar paused, "What made you think I'd put you on a muzzle? I can promise no muzzle. Collar, that I can't promise you. However you will have two chains around your arms, that I guarantee you. Armor is fine." Rihar stroked his beard as he closed his good eye, Catline kept a incredibly good eye out when Rihar did that. Opening it back up, "Considering my fellow Guardsmen would skin you alive if you got to close and especially if you didn't have a muzzle. I can accept that. And of course I wish to catch the culprit behind this. Threat to the community." Randolf glared at Ark'kruy'ek as he hissed out behind gritted teeth and a foul glare. "Maybe I just hate you disease ridden monsters with a passion because of just [i]that[/i]. And the only GOOD GNOLL is a DEAD GNOLL." Rihar paused as he glanced towards Randolf, "You'll back down. NOW." He barked out, as Randolf quickly squirmed back down, hunching his back in defeat. Cateline did another quick observation of the area around. "Correct assumption. Judging by his rash behavior when it comes to Gnolls, it is a rather plausible theory to create. And the death of family and friends will drive people into a much more negative state of mind." She quickly turned her head to Rihar, "May we head out to the site where this event occurred, in an attempt to gather more information?" Rihar nodded as he turned to Ark. "We're going. Show us the location of where it happened. Possibly some clues still left in the area." ---- [i]Church of Pelor[/i] The Church of Pelor was a wondrous sight. It was a masterpiece of stone, which had several glass-stained windows depicting various images reflecting upon the Holiness of Pelor, and had a few spires. Above the entrance of two oak doors, was a bronze sun depicting Pelor's image. Alongside the stone of the building attached to various beams, others were carved into the wall itself were Gargoyles, repugnant creatures whose presence would keep evil spirits at bay. There were several, some depicting men with contorted faces and strange beaks. Others were serpentine creatures with the body of a woman, who had uncovered breasts. While others were pig like creatures with several jowls. They were all adorned to the church. Below in front of the stone steps leading up to the Church was the crowd from Harkness Street. "When will you kill the blasphemous one!?" One shouted. Another shouted out, "They've been a threat to the community for too long!" Another spoke up, "I saw it! I can testify of the heresy I saw!" They were interrupted by a man who was on the church-steps who raised up his left arm that held a cane, and the arm itself was strangely shriveled up. The hand itself had flesh that could barely cover the bone of his arm and hand. The cane was a simple wooden thing with a small silver orb on it. The man slammed it down as the crowd hushed silent. The man stood at six feet and six inches, and had light brown hair, and was dressed a white tunic and white pants both with golden trims. He held out his right arm, which was fitting for a knight with the amount of muscle that was on it, as his blue eyes gazed into the crowd. "We of the Clergy first heard of this from the Farmer Mortimer. He is currently being treated inside, due to him quickly falling into an unconscious state, soon after he spoke of the heresy he saw. Your testimony will be appreciated and..." The Priest whistled as a pigeon flew out from the church with a piece of paper attached to its right leg. "The Trial stage of the Tribunal will happen within three days time, at the absolute longest wait." The Priest nodded at the crowd, "This is an urgent matter for us, especially considering the level of blasphemy and heresy committed. If you see the child, if you would bring her to the church."