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daybreakacademy2019-08-06 08:57 am
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The Baskerville Case Re-Opened
Who: Vivi, Kisara, Nekane, Lia Brooks, Sherlock Holmes (Arthur Bell)
What: Ghost Dog in the Dartmoors – the unofficial sequel to The Hound of the Baskervilles
When: August 6-9
Where: Devon, England
Warning: Mentions of animal abuse and death
Initially “Arthur” wanted to deal with the matter of the dog on his own, but thanks to certain incidents that occurred in July the administration insisted that they investigate in groups, and while he got to pick two of them, the seer’s secretary insisted on having an actual faculty member and a certain young lady along.
He’ll have to work around it, he has done it before. The flight over to England was uneventful and from London to Exeter they would take a train, the first class car and the late hours of the night allow them the privacy to discuss the case. The vampire laid out clipped newspaper articles glued to sheets for ease of reading, all about the sightings of phantom dogs and the reports of several people attacked and sickened by the attacks they suffered. And next to the clippings is a map of the moors, with three areas marked with a red circled X and several black dots around pathways.
“Black Dogs are a particularly British sort of spirit.” He started, steepling his hands together. “And the Dartmoors are especially rich in the story of such spirits, but generally the Dartmoor Dogs are more omens of ill-fortune, and rarely directly attack except to act in retribution. It’s quite unlikely that all of these victims have managed to give the Black Dog cause to attack.”
Kisara delicately picks up one of the larger-print articles with an artist’s rendition of the dog, speaking a little haltingly. “Does that mean - someone could be forcing them to attack? Using magic?” The silver-haired girl suggested.
At that, the man’s green eyes seem to glint, as a smile crosses his lips. “Right to the chase! Yes - that is the likely scenario that we’re facing. Ah right, you were on the Phantom Train mission, so it is possible that if we are truly dealing with Black Dogs that someone’s - not the same person's - wicked hands is behind this case… incident too.” The man seem to catch the slip before continuing.
“As for the Moors themselves, they’re quite treacherous – the areas in red were artillery ranges for the British Army, and while they had been put out of operation with the end of the Cold War - it could still contain live ammunition so we should take care to avoid those in our investigation unless given no other option. Furthermore, unless we make use of a guide, we must not stray from the paths – as while the moors may look dry and stable, they may suddenly give out from underneath a person – effectively acting as quicksand, though the weight and stickiness of the muck will make it nigh impossible to free oneself, and not helping matters is the fog that will easily disorient people. The Will O’Wisps would be simple enough to deal with: do not follow unfamiliar lights, and if we get separated – call out, Will O’Wisps cannot answer back… really, knowing of their existence only a complete imbecile would fall for it.”
Vivi was rapidly googling unfamiliar terms, his glowing eyes peering from under the hoodie. “Mr. Bell, what should we do if we get lost?”
“I brought some signal whistles, they could be heard over everything short of a jet taking off. And most have a pitch that dogs do find horribly unpleasant, though I would not rely on it in the event of a spectral hound.”
“You say it as if you think it might be a different kind of dog.” Nekane pointed out, folding their arms against their chest.
“Well there has been cases of nefarious people training dogs to attack people - taking advantage of legends. We cannot entirely rule it out until we get a look at first-hand evidence. At any rate, aside from the whistles, with the torches - there’s a simple visual signal: Three short bursts of light, three longer flashes, and three more short ones - that’s S.O.S, and is an international shorthand for being in trouble. Cellphones will work in town, and the edges of the moor, but the signal is unreliable in the interior.”
With that, the rest of the ride was uneventful and from Exeter they would take a rental car to Ashburton, a tiny town within the Dartmoor National Park, and to a small Inn that thanks to the recent attacks meant they would have an entire building to themselves save for the family working there and a few locals stopping by to have a few pints.
The group has about three days to investigate the incident before a predicted thunderstorm rolls through, which would render the already hazardous moors even more treacherous, which would force them to call off the investigation if they hadn't been able to resolve it by then.
The Game is afoot!
(post created with input from players so Sherlock isn't monologuing the entire time)
What: Ghost Dog in the Dartmoors – the unofficial sequel to The Hound of the Baskervilles
When: August 6-9
Where: Devon, England
Warning: Mentions of animal abuse and death
Initially “Arthur” wanted to deal with the matter of the dog on his own, but thanks to certain incidents that occurred in July the administration insisted that they investigate in groups, and while he got to pick two of them, the seer’s secretary insisted on having an actual faculty member and a certain young lady along.
He’ll have to work around it, he has done it before. The flight over to England was uneventful and from London to Exeter they would take a train, the first class car and the late hours of the night allow them the privacy to discuss the case. The vampire laid out clipped newspaper articles glued to sheets for ease of reading, all about the sightings of phantom dogs and the reports of several people attacked and sickened by the attacks they suffered. And next to the clippings is a map of the moors, with three areas marked with a red circled X and several black dots around pathways.
“Black Dogs are a particularly British sort of spirit.” He started, steepling his hands together. “And the Dartmoors are especially rich in the story of such spirits, but generally the Dartmoor Dogs are more omens of ill-fortune, and rarely directly attack except to act in retribution. It’s quite unlikely that all of these victims have managed to give the Black Dog cause to attack.”
Kisara delicately picks up one of the larger-print articles with an artist’s rendition of the dog, speaking a little haltingly. “Does that mean - someone could be forcing them to attack? Using magic?” The silver-haired girl suggested.
At that, the man’s green eyes seem to glint, as a smile crosses his lips. “Right to the chase! Yes - that is the likely scenario that we’re facing. Ah right, you were on the Phantom Train mission, so it is possible that if we are truly dealing with Black Dogs that someone’s - not the same person's - wicked hands is behind this case… incident too.” The man seem to catch the slip before continuing.
“As for the Moors themselves, they’re quite treacherous – the areas in red were artillery ranges for the British Army, and while they had been put out of operation with the end of the Cold War - it could still contain live ammunition so we should take care to avoid those in our investigation unless given no other option. Furthermore, unless we make use of a guide, we must not stray from the paths – as while the moors may look dry and stable, they may suddenly give out from underneath a person – effectively acting as quicksand, though the weight and stickiness of the muck will make it nigh impossible to free oneself, and not helping matters is the fog that will easily disorient people. The Will O’Wisps would be simple enough to deal with: do not follow unfamiliar lights, and if we get separated – call out, Will O’Wisps cannot answer back… really, knowing of their existence only a complete imbecile would fall for it.”
Vivi was rapidly googling unfamiliar terms, his glowing eyes peering from under the hoodie. “Mr. Bell, what should we do if we get lost?”
“I brought some signal whistles, they could be heard over everything short of a jet taking off. And most have a pitch that dogs do find horribly unpleasant, though I would not rely on it in the event of a spectral hound.”
“You say it as if you think it might be a different kind of dog.” Nekane pointed out, folding their arms against their chest.
“Well there has been cases of nefarious people training dogs to attack people - taking advantage of legends. We cannot entirely rule it out until we get a look at first-hand evidence. At any rate, aside from the whistles, with the torches - there’s a simple visual signal: Three short bursts of light, three longer flashes, and three more short ones - that’s S.O.S, and is an international shorthand for being in trouble. Cellphones will work in town, and the edges of the moor, but the signal is unreliable in the interior.”
With that, the rest of the ride was uneventful and from Exeter they would take a rental car to Ashburton, a tiny town within the Dartmoor National Park, and to a small Inn that thanks to the recent attacks meant they would have an entire building to themselves save for the family working there and a few locals stopping by to have a few pints.
The group has about three days to investigate the incident before a predicted thunderstorm rolls through, which would render the already hazardous moors even more treacherous, which would force them to call off the investigation if they hadn't been able to resolve it by then.
The Game is afoot!
(post created with input from players so Sherlock isn't monologuing the entire time)
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