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“Maaybe…” Kathlin said slowly as she scanned the pages. Getting up, she moved over to the dwarf to push the book under his nose open at the relevant page. “Look at this. Lord Alfidious wanted to investigate this South Sea company the White Hand are involved with. It talks about these two dwarfs, Dagmar and Brann Stoneherder. Do you know them?”

Ragnar gave her a funny look, before squinting down at the pages. “Do ye know all tha humans in Stormwind, Lass? No. I heard of them though, stand up chaps. Would ne’ have thought they’d throw their lot in with tha likes of tha lilies, pfft…”

“I can see why Mister Alfidious was interested. These financial records look weird, if they’re right” Kathlin observed as she trailed a finger along the page. “This says that the White Hand are bankrupt. I thought they had enough to build a castle”

“….”

“We need to show this to Lady Rosemary” Kathlin said decisively after a long pause. Closing the diary and sliding it into her pocket, she shot Dagmar an appealing look. “….We can’t let her hire these guys as bodyguards if they might have been involved in her husbands death somehow. And...even if not, whatever’s up with these records, Adolph was clearly trying to cover it up somehow which is really, really dodgy”

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“Ah” Liaena said weakly as Rae’liel started to speak about her family, and then just to drive the knife in deeper, produced the rings. The girls eyes flitted towards the door, even as she kept the carefully controlled expression sculpted on her face. “I need to not be here”

“…How did you two come to meet?”

“…”

“Help”

The girl’s expression appeared to become even more fixed for a moment, before instantly recovering herself as she started to launch into a story. “Well, actually –“
It was to Liaena’s vast relief that Falaani picked that exact moment to butt in as the Night Elf swaggered off, not before cracking her head on the unfortunately placed doorway. The girls lips quirked back at Sharon as the High Elf stuck his head around the door to make a flippant remark. “Best bodyguards. She definitely killed that door for you, Sharon”

“….Either way, there’s something I need to get on with so I’m going to go do that, okay Sharon?” the girl said swiftly, before Rae’liel could say anything else, or start trying to talk to her again. Liaena edged around Sharon, patting his hand for a moment as she headed for the door. “You –“ this was to Rae’liel – “should get some bed rest, don’t use that arm for a while and don’t start another fight. Sharon…I’ll deal with what we talked about. Okay?”

Whether it was okay or not, the human did not stick around to find out as the door shut with a click. Liaena headed down the stairs, back into the main body of the house.

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“You made a mess” Kathlin said a little plaintively as she peeped around the edge of the door into the study. Emerging to move into the room behind the dwarf, she moved first to the fallen White Hand members to check their pulse and heartbeat. Having satisfied herself that they were not dying, just unconscious, she looked up to survey Alfidious’ study. “That is a lot of books”

Ragnar was standing in the middle of the office, turning slowly on the spot and muttering to himself as he fruitlessly scanned the shelves. Kathlin wandered aimlessly towards Alfidious’ desk as she also took in the vast extents of the room. “If this book is important, the killer would have taken it last night if they could. Maybe they were incorporeal after all. That would explain the knife being left”

Upon reaching the mahogany desk, Kathlin pulled out the leather armchair behind it before flopping down with a sigh. “This probably means that nobody in the house was involved, at least. They had all the time in the world to retrieve it before now”

“…Not that that really helps in figuring out where it actually is, of course”

“Littl’ help would be nice, Lass!”

The lords chair had little wheels on the legs that allowed it to glide seamlessly along the wooden floor. Kathlin scooted it back and forth slowly as she twiddled her thumbs together absently. “Captain Adolph’s staying here for keeps as a bodyguard, yet he sent his men to get this the moment they got here. He must have been worried someone would find it, maybe Lady Rosemary or Mister Murphy? Besides, half of that stuff up there must have been there years. If this is something Lord Alfidious was working on or something, he would never have put it there”

“….”

Alfidious’ desk was completely bare, the top having been previously cleared to bear the late lord himself. Kathlin got up to cross over the floor to the shelf where she had dumped the stack of letters, copies of the Stormwind financial news, pamphlets and assorted paperwork that had graced it that morning, and came back with a small leatherbound book after hunting through the pile. It was noticeably dog-eared, and had a couple of dates etched on the front. “I think I might have something. Whatever ‘something’ is”

“Did Mister Alfidious die for this?”

Brow creasing as she studied the book in her hand, Kathlin sat back down in the chair as she started to leaf through it.

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Rithy said
hey, she just happens to like her sisters, which also just so happens to be one of the traits of a good doctor ^_^...but uhh, yeah... the baddies might actually have the monopoly on the sane guys in this RP, me thinkz xD

I understand more now why Rithrynn felt the need to collect a pet hummie healer. At least Li never feels the need to grope her while maiming her :p

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“You up for getting that evidence of yours, lass?”

“….”

“Yeeeess…?” Kathlin said hesitantly. The girl stole a glance behind them at the White Hand member that was clearly following them, before following after Ragnar who was striding up the stairs like a dwarf on a mission.

“Hey! Weren’t you two supposed to be going to your quarters?”

Kathlin grimaced, before turning to face the White Hand member. Ragnar continued to vanish down the corridor with great alacrity, leaving her abandoned with the guardsman. “This is the way to our quarters”

The man glowered down at her, unimpressed. “No it’s not”

“….We’re just going a different way”

“It’s in the opposite direction”

“Oh. Hm. Well” Kathlin smiled nervously, before jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the disappearing Ragnar. “He’s going that way”

The White Hand member cursed loudly, before shoving her to one side and taking off down the corridor after the dwarf. The girl turned, producing a crooked silver wand out of one pocket as she slapped it against the other hand until it shot out a couple of sparks. Pointing it at the White Hand member, a blast of freezing cold enveloped the man. Carried forward under his own momentum as the joints in his armour and clothing froze solid, he promptly landed on the floor with an almighty ‘CRASH’ that echoed through the corridor.

In the silence that followed, Kathlin surveyed her handiwork with a glum-looking expression. “Oh dear. I’m a criminal again”

“LASS!”

“Coming!” the girl called back immediately, jumping over the cussing white hand guardman as she ran down the manor corridor after the dwarf.

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Rithy said
i think she's fun!her lack of any sense of self-preservation, concept or understanding of danger, headbanging-strategy and phobia of doctors is amusing ^_^

Given the sort of doctors we end up with in this RP that's probably justified. If Naliyah is Night elf healer-in-chief, we are clearly sticking to the pick-the-most-insane-party-member strategy of recruitment for healers ^_^

I'm usually relatively quiet due to not being in a position to post IC feistypants. If I post OOC without also IC, it's inviting a chance to be nagged :p.

However, you now get to experience the wonderful social minefield of interacting with Li! Nothing bad can happen.

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“Bandages…please. I can do no more in this moment”

Liaena mutely held out a roll of bandages to her. A moment passed before she seemed to realise the obvious problem. “Oh! Right.”

Edging closer, the girl started to gingerly wind the length of bandage around the elf’s bare shoulder and upper body in a practiced motion. This particular human was noticeably short, lacked curves and appeared young even for the standards of her kin, with black hair and pale, northern skin. She also had more than a few fading bruisers and scrape marks littering her face in a manner that suggested she had recently been in the wars herself.

Having finished the bandage and tying the ends in a neat knot, Liaena set about trying to get the blood elf into the rooms solitary armchair as Rae’liel swung her legs off the table and tried to stand. This was reasonably difficult, as the elf was sluggish and the girl seemed reluctant to touch her. “You shouldn’t be using that arm for at least a couple of days – careful, watch the sideboard! That poison attacked your neural system, so there might be some loss of muscle control till you recover. You should probably get some bed rest – Sharon has lots of spare rooms you could have…unless the Night Elfs got them. They probably got them”

Having successfully negotiated Rae’liel into the chair, Liaena took the opportunity to dart away and start rattling bottles around in one of the cupboards. The constant flow of nervous chatter continued unabated. “I don’t know why you thought picking a fight with Serphia would be a good idea though. Granted, she is a bitch. But given you’re in a house full of fifty Night Elfs and only three quarters of them are blackout drunk, you must have guessed what was going to happen at the end of that. There are better ways to go about…Oh”

Having finally lit upon something towards the back of the cupboard, Liaena withdrew with one of her old cloaks which had apparently been stuffed away at some point. Shaking the heavy cloth out, she paused for a moment before holding it out to the half naked blood elf. “Here.”

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Li is healing. Not attacking. Healing!

There is a subtle difference there, not sure if Rae'llil will pick up on it :p

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Stirring herself after one final glance at Rithrynn, Liaena ran down the stairs to join Sharon as the High Elf was effortlessly levitating Rae’llil into the air. The human’s hands also ran over the blood elfs face, also testing her heartbeat, breathing and pulling back an eyelid gently. “Downstairs, in my lab. Irregular heartbeat, dilated eyes, she’s been poisoned – YOU! GET OVER HERE!” The girl screamed in a voice that was impressively loud for such a small creature as she stabbed a finger at the shaken Falaani, still sitting slumped against the wall after her recent ‘spat’ with Serphia. “I need a sample of whatever you used right NOW, or if she dies it’s all your fault. And Serphia’s going to be pissed!”

Not looking back to check that Falaani was following, Liaena whirled around to stalk towards the lower levels of the house, Sharon trailing along in her wake and Rae’llil bobbing along gently. Many conflicting thoughts and strategies were whirling around in the girls head, along with worry about Sherpa and Rithrynn and it was all condensing into extreme irritation at her latest patient as she stomped through the building. “Why in the Light did she try and pick a fight with Serphia!? That was stupid, wasn’t it? Hi, nice to meet you, I’m a blood elf in Stormwind. …Why is a blood elf even here, Sharon?”

Having stalked through the kitchen and past Miz Collins (“Would Milady kitty-kat like some more fishy deliousness with her munchies, hm?” *ROAR*), Liaena climbed the stairs behind to enter the small room Sharon had appropriated as a laboratory and Liaena had long since claimed as her own.
Grabbing an armful of bottles off the main, long workbench that stretched the whole room, Liaena swept any rubbish that remained on the surface onto the floor as Rae’llil floated onto it, before moving around to her shoulder and producing a scalpel as she started to fiddle with the straps that held her armoured shoulder-pad to her chainmail. “Poison on the table”

“….”

“NOW”

A small jar containing some paste was plonked on the table by the disgruntled Falaani, who was nonetheless watching the proceedings as if her life and future career depended on it (it probably did). Picking it up to unscrew the lid and take a quick sniff, the girl wrinkled her nose before glancing back at the Night Elf. “Is that deadwood? That’s deadwood, isn’t it. Neurotoxin – do you have an antidote – of course you don’t. I have something that’d probably do…”

Diving over to the sideboard that housed multiple bottles, jars and assorted paraphernalia, Liaena picked up one, uncorked to sniff it, tested another with her tongue, before pouring one into the other and coming back to the table with a nod. “Close enough”

“Are you sure –“

Having loaded the contents of the two jars into a syringe, Liaena had already slid the needle into the blood elfs neck and pressed the plunger, hard. The effect was sudden, and immediate. Rae’llils eyes flicked for a moment, before shooting open and blazing a brilliant glow. “GAH!”

“Hrm, well, that worked” Liaena remarked to nobody in particular as she continued to pull off the remains of the elfs epaulets to study the entry point of the arrow carefully. The amount of blood wasn’t making things any easier for her, and the location of the wound made the use of a torniquete impossible. “Someone make sure she lies still. I still need to cut this out of her shoulder”

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“Oh. Okay” Kathlin said noncommittally in response, after a pause in which she digested Adolph’s immediate order. “Of course, if Lady Rosemary wants you to take over the Vanguards duties, that’s fair enough. I’m sorry, but I think you might have misunderstood though….I’m not the Vanguard”

Upon receiving an immediate ‘what’ stare from Adolph, Kathlin shrugged her shoulders in the universal ‘I don’t know either’ gesture. “I’m a friend – of a friend – of the vanguard, and they just asked me to assist. I’m not a member, and I’m not here under their responsibilities. I’m just here to help”

Quailing a little under the increasingly unfriendly look she was receiving from Adolph, the girl continued to plunge on. The man did not strike her as someone she would ever want to have on her personal staff as a bodyguard. ‘Slimy’ wasn’t a bad word to use, although she felt ‘creepy’ was slightly closer to the mark. “Soooo – if Lady Rosemary would prefer me to remain, I would like to stay and assist the investigation. Call it a – a civic duty of the church, I guess. It’s my responsibility”

Having said her piece, Kathlin gave Adolf a quick nod and a smile, before turning back to Murphy very quickly. “If that is all alright – would it be possible to have a closer look at those doors? I do know a bit about the arcane. It might be helpful”

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“I will be right back, I just need to sort out this mess”

“But what about Ri—“

Liaena’s immediate objection was stalled by virtue of Sharon leaving the room, stalking out with his mages staff like a man on a mission. Biting on her lip with frustration, the girl glowered at the door as if it itself had dealt her a grievous slight. “Oh no, don’t mind me and my important news. Let’s all go and fight”

Like she had done herself on many occasions with Serphia, but that wasn’t the point, dammit.

Picking up the socked Astrid and dumping her back into her bag, Liaena hitched up her oversized dress to chase after the High Elf. Catching up to the drama at the top of the stairs, the girl looked down at the chaos rapidly unfolding on the lower atrium. For once however, she had no interest in the fight as she rapidly scanned the crowd for one, very specific blue-haired Night Elf.

Rithrynn herself was simply standing to one side and giving the conflict a wide berth with the rest of her sisters, all of them having been instructed to not interfere and now simply enjoying the spectacle. The elf glanced up at the little human, having detected her presence about the same time Liaena spotted her. Smiled. And waved.

“…….”

“She must be possessed”

Missing a beat, Liaena slowly raised a hand to return the gesture. Eyes tracking down to where Sharon was attempting to insert himself into the conflict, she measured how far it was between him and Rithrynn, and Sharon and herself. She was somewhat distanced from the immediate fight, but there were still Night Elves rushing up and downstairs, and a strong risk of being hit by a flying Blood Elf at any moment. “I need to get over there now”

*

“And Ragnar, I’m surprised to see you sober. It seems very out of character for you”

“….”

Kathlin glanced down at Ragnar (who appeared to have turned several shades darker in the face at that comment), before swiftly turning back to the servant, Murphy. “Oh, okay. But couldn’t the second key, the one with Mister Alfidious –“

“Lord Alfidious”

“…Sorry, Lord Alfidious been planted on him after he was murdered by the culprit?” Kathlin amended her statement hastily after receiving a particularly cold glare from the servant. “When you discovered him, the door was unlocked wasn’t it? The culprit could have just walked off”

“...Not that I’m not saying that you wouldn’t have already considered that, of course…it was just a thought…” the girl muttered belatedly. Still resting on her shoulder, Hester opened one eye to fixate it on Adolph in a particuarly evil sort of way.

“Aren’t those men the same ones that threatened the dwarves last night? And am I supposed to be accusing someone at the end of this? This sucks”

“I’m, uh, Kathlin. Nice to meet you” Kathlin added after a pause, her words this time directed at Adolph. “I was asked to investigate Lord Alfidious’ death and Lady Rosemary kindly gave me permission to examine the corpse and his private chambers. I was just…wondering what you meant about a book in his private quarters. Is it something important?”

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I have not been at home in the evening at any point this week, and probably will continue to fail to be so until Saturday. I also have a cold, which is notable only in that I apparently suck at being an invalid. I feel empathy with my character.

Also hi feisty pants :-P