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Murder in Ossan Quarter [Open RP Thread]

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As the sun stretched its arms past the horizon and began the early twilight half-dream in its waking cycle, the darkness of the changing season left a foggy haze in the bowl of the Ossan Quarter. At this hour, the vendors were all beginning to set up their stands having just come from the docks and caravans to pick the best wares they could get their hands upon. The butcher shop, however, remained silent aside from the pigs that had been freed and were roaming the market stalls.

"Yallah, Qaseem, your khazeer, they are everywhere!" The fruit vendor called out toward the butcher stall.

The pigs snorted and rooted as they attempted to get the fruit from Almira's stall and with her broom she swatted at the pigs' snouts and as she desired, they began to herd back to his stand."Qaseem! Your pigs!"

Almira looked up at the stand in anger and as she began to yell at the man who should have been behind it, set on the counter of the stand, on his butcher block, was a single arm with one of his red woven bracelets upon it. The arm had been severed by the meat cleaver that had been stuck straight into the butcher block next to it and the arm's blood splattered all about the surface of the wood block.

Almira's blood-curdling scream could be heard to the surrounding districts and the cheese vendor bolted to her side first, but not without toppling over a rooting pig at her feet. When he fell, he brought her down with him and he held her shoulders. "Almira, what is the matter?"

Almira screamed again, sharply - a gurgling cry in the half-light. The baker came over next, he successfully wove between the porcine obstacles. Upon seeing the arm, he doubled over in sickness, and left his breakfast on the ground before the stall. The cheese vendor stood and looked to the source of all of this trauma and upon seeing the arm, he ran toward the Sun, straight for the Outpost Charmah headquarters where they were just changing the guard for the morning.


The news hit the afternoon edition:

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A presumed murder has happened in the Ossan Quarter between midnight and sun-up. Qaseem Boutros, the man who ran the butcher stall for the district is missing with only his arm left behind. The arm was carved with a three-horned logo (figure 1.1). If anyone has any details regarding the crime, please contact Kitiara Lance with any relevant information or assistance with the investigation.


OOC Rules:
This thread is open to all who wish to respond, however, please keep in mind that there are three entities that will always be required to post: Myself, Kitiara Lance, and Unknown Villain (Though you guys will oocly figure it out soon enough). Please use this thread for reactionary RP, or if you are directly involved in the investigation, please use it for the purposes of working with those involved.

I STRONGLY encourage Ossan Residents to engage in this RP. This is for our district! This is attached to a long term plot! Also, feel free to speak to Mouna about it in game.
Posted Nov 28, 14 · OP · Last edited Nov 28, 14
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Kitiara was still on the scene. The shop and immediate area roped off to prevent the curious and the scavengers from trying to see what, if anything, there was to see. The arm had long since been removed, taken away as evidence. The woman walked along the shop searching every inch again for missed clues.

She stopped at the counter and ran a gloved finger along the wood. She would need witness statements, a list of next of kin for the butcher, along with a canvas of the area searching for anyone who may have seen something out of the ordinary. Her fingers drummed on the counter. Along with anyone that might be good with iconography. Kit nodded and took a step outside scanning the streets as a plan of action took shape.
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Details available for Qaseem Boutros:
37 years old. Human. Elonian. 5'10". Portly. Salt and pepper hair, balding in the crown area.

Next of kin:
Daughter, 13, Hana Boutros
Wife, 36, Hana Boutros

No known witnesses at this time.
(Speak to me privately if you are interested and I will run it by the villains.)
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The Tyrian Herald published a statement from Mouna Kazmi regarding the murder of Qaseem Boutros:

"Ossan Quarter mourns the loss of Qaseem Boutros. At this time, we ask that residents respect the privacy of the Boutros family and allow those involved in the investigation to complete their work. The Office of the Ossan Quarter has faith in those who are aiding in the investigation and may Kormir bring these heinous criminals to justice.

At this time, I am laying the groundwork for Ossan's safety and now, more than ever, we need to band together and act as a united front against crime in our district. I wish to invite all members of the Ossan Quarter community to the Asli Sadik Memorial Cultural Center to discuss these recent events and other suspicious happenings in Ossan. We are forming a Community Watch Group of volunteers such as yourselves who will aid our local law enforcement in cleaning our streets by keeping an eye out and reporting suspicious activity immediately. Please attend this very important meeting for the safety and security of the Ossan Quarter."




Throughout Ossan, the following notice has been posted (Details at the event post here):

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Gabriel watched the frenzied news boy wave around a paper. He pays the boy then reads the first lines. He shakes his head then turns to go into his house. "This is why I like being out in Gendarran." he shakes his head then goes to check on his Niece before stepping into his office to put pen to paper.
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Getting wind of the news, Kehan hastily set out to purchase a newspaper of his own. He held the paper up, and his eyes skimmed over the headline - a quick perusal to gather up the gist of the story. "What a shame." he said, shaking his head. Disappointment washed over him like a high tide, and he set off to his home. There, he'd read it more in depth and write a few correspondences himself.
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Rumors abound. Some claim that, not long after the murder, the sky light up with violet flame. Others whisper about strange chanting on the wind. The only thing that everyone can agree on is a scroll that fell from the sky, marked with black letters that seemed to twist and turn and dance before the eyes. Those who see it come away with different messages, except for just one line.

"The Serpent shall Rise"

Resting above that, like a blade hanging, is a dagger with a curving blade, a kris dagger, its hilt a snake's head.
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Cedric's boots clanked lazily against the stone path as he sauntered towards the Seraph outpost in the Ossan District. Despite the circumstances he seemed rather chipper, humming to himself until he reached his destination. Conversing with a couple of on duty guards he made his way inside the outpost and seated himself to be briefed by the Lieutenant.
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**A couple of days later a press released appeared in the various newspaper publications**


I want to take a moment to update the citizens of the Reach and especially Ossan District to the current situation regarding Qaseem Boutros. We are treating this case as a missing person and have seen no such evidence that Mr. Boutros did not survive the attack. The Seraph is requesting that the Boutros family be shown respect for their privacy in this trying time and ask that if anyone has any information regarding the attack on Mr. Boutros that you, please, step forward. I ensure that we are doing all we can to find Mr. Boutros and bring his attackers to justice.

-Lt. Lance
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The air twisted and whirled, energy flaring chaotically. Sparks of violet lightning stabbed the ground in haphazard patterns, and with an explosion of light and a howling of wind the spell ends. A forearm, all bones and stripped of flesh, the ivory carved with crimson leyline diagrams, clatters to the ground beneath the spell.

Such a display of magic and sound would not go unnoticed, nor would the fact that a carved arm clattered to the ground in the middle of the Ossan District markets.
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