Re: The Siren's Trap
In reply to GM (msg # 157):
If I feel a sense of rapport with Hal, like he is not the kind of guy to stand up and shout in a bar full of guards that I know a thing, I will say the following in a low voice, using my own voice:
"Hal, it's not an accident I'm here talking to you. I'm looking for the bastard that did this and I'm going to need your help. Hal...I'm not with the guards, but I'm going to find him and I'm going to visit on him a fate worse than death or prison. If he loves power, I will leave him weak. If he loves status, I will leave his name a slur. If he loves money, I will leave him a pauper in the gutter. And then, and only then, I will put him within the reach of the law so that these families can have their closure.
Hal, whomever or whatever he is, he has a degree of power beyond the abilities of the guards. He will escape, and you and your brothers in arms will be tied here, to your jurisdiction. He will be forgotten among the hundred small crimes that call your attention more urgently, that have a clear solution, and which are safe to follow because they are mundane. That woman will be remembered for a while, but her memory will fade until she is only a pretend monster for children to slay in the streets and a personal tragedy for a family that no honest guard will be able to look in the eye. She may not have been your sister, Hal, but she was someone's sister, and she, too, was senselessly cut down--but for her and her kin, there can still be recompense. I'll find him, Hal, and I'll break him--but I can only that with your help.
Whatever turns up about the investigation, if you can do so without divulging your identity and putting yourself at risk, pass on that information to [Whore I Gambled For] at the [Whorehouse] in a note with "For the Lady of Shadows and the Stranger who Loves You" written on the outside. Try not to be seen. She may occasionally have a request for you, too. Put yourself in no danger for this purpose--I will not have more carnage or ruin piled on, as this monster sought only to destroy and wreak havoc.
If all goes well, we shall never meet again, but you will know my work is complete when this monster crawls to you begging for protection...from me.
Fergan shakes his head slightly, wondering what had come over him, but regaining his composure quickly to throw his lucid endorsement behind the words that had poured out of him.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:30, Wed 30 May 2018.