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04:42 am
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Epic Gaming Tales -- CSI: Luvine, Episode 5
Here's another look at the world surrounding the characters in our tabletop role-playing campaign ... only about eight months after the play session in question. Better late than never.
Those who were disturbed by the graphic violence of the previous episode will be relieved to learn that this story contains nothing of the sort.
Jailhouse
1:28 a.m.
It's never a good sign when you wake up with a splitting headache.
It's an even worse sign when you haven't been drinking.
I peeled my face off the desk and sat up; vertigo nearly took me down again. I touched the back of my head. Pain sheared out; my vision went momentarily fuzzy.
I cursed and stood up. Staggered, clutching the wall, to the jail cells in the back room.
Empty.
I moaned. As bad as the night was going, the morning was going to be worse.
( In which the Constable tussles with organized crime )
Current Location: ~/bedroom
Current Mood:  tired
Tags: csi: luvine, roleplaying, writing
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02:57 pm
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Epic Gaming Tales -- CSI: Luvine, Episode 4
[WARNING: Contains brief scenes of graphic violence.]
Interrogation Tent
3:16 p.m.
"My lord!" he pleaded, wrestling against the ropes holding him to the table, face pale and glistening with cold sweat. "I turned myself in to the Guard! I swore I would tell you all I know! Have mercy!"
I picked up a slender knife from the small tray at his side, wiped it against my smock to clear the blood away, and held it up contemplatively. "Indeed you did," I said calmly. "You turned yourself in to the Priory Guard. Strange behavior for an admitted slave trader, wouldn't you say?"
He began whimpering at the sight of the knife. "Please, lord. Please."
"And indeed you shall tell us all you know," I said. I leaned over the table and looked into his eyes. "Start with this, Aerik. What are the names of your three friends -- the ones you say you saw on the ridge?"
( In which the Inquisition uncovers the truth behind the improbable routing of a slaver camp )
Current Location: ~spiral
Current Mood:  accomplished
Current Music: Chopin, "Nocturne in B, Op. 9 No. 3"
Tags: csi: luvine, roleplaying, writing
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05:09 am
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Epic Gaming Tales -- CSI: Luvine, Episode 1
Greg's Cabin
8:12 p.m.
The rhythm of the knocking was urgent, though with an odd hesitation. I opened the door. It was my nephew, Jonas. ... Again.
"Mmm?"
"Er, uncle," he said, clearly far more uncomfortable than could have been explained by the earlier accident. "The constable asked me to come fetch you."
"Why?"
"Well, it kind of started after Prostration. Simon --" my other nephew -- "came and found me. Us. He was worried, and so we followed Simon into the woods." Jonas fidgeted, and I noticed the bandages on his arm. "When we got to the scene, the mountain lion was dragging the body off into the woods, but broke off and attacked us. When we killed it, we realized it had torn his throat out. So we all ran back to town and got the constable, who took a good look at the scene and decided he wanted your help figuring it out."
"Alright." I grabbed my cloak from behind the door, along with a few weapons and woodsman's tools. Constable Noname* had called on my well-trained eyes before.
Jonas shifted. "You see, we're not sure it was the cougar that killed him."
"Mmmm?"
"Well, yeah. Simon did see him chasing that stranger away from the house. Maybe that's the guy who killed dad."
"... WHAT? My brother's dead?!"
Jonas cringed. We ran to the crime scene in silence.
( In which a murder is solved )
Current Location: ~/Brainstorm
Current Music: Aerosmith, "Cryin'"
Tags: csi: luvine, roleplaying, writing
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