Coppice is a small village of barely a hundred souls. Their faces are hung low in sadness and fear. They tell you that a fugitive priest was spotted in town…a heretic named Zarrin who violated the boundaries between life and death. The constable, Gormin, gathered the militia and captured him. Last night they heard the wall in his holding cell being smashed. Gormin ran to investigate and he was killed with his skull crushed in.

In reply to Your GM (msg # 1):

"Another arcane trickster up to no good...duty and adventure call. Should we investigate the holding cell?"

Yngvar looks around when Maple says this, wondering if she referred to him, or someone else. "We should, perhaps we can figure out how he got out and how he murdered the Constable. We don't like the looks of what seems to be happening here."

He looks around between his new comrades, trying to read them and get to know a bit more about them. He and Silas got to know one another a bit from the night before, but in order for them to gain his trust, and he theirs, they needed to interact quite a bit more and discuss strategies and tactics and everything between them. Maple intrigued him, Silas said something about her being a butcher! That was very interesting!
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At the mention of a heretic priest and his  dabbling into forbidden arts, Dantes' face reddens and his jaw clenches.

"This abomination must be stopped!
I say some of us search the cell for clues while others talk to the townspeople to see if there are any witnesses. I'll start with the townspeople, if anyone would like to help me."

Wynne grunts. "This'll hold us up but if we have to, I'll look in the cell look for tracks on the outside," he says and asks someone to show him to the holding cells.

The deputy sheepishly escorts Wynn’s and anyone else who wishes to see to the cell. The hole is larger then man sized and most of the rubble is on the inside of the cell. The constable’s body is covered by a tarp. There is a prodigious amount of blood and gray matter splattered on the opposite wall.

"We think this looks like the work of an ogre or a giant! What do the rest of you think?" Yngvar asks the others.

Given that Barghujin has no real understanding of buildings, she will go with Dantes...
"Dantes, with you I go. Help not much though.."

Seeing he was not really people's person but was not in the mood for masacred body, Silas grunted and went with Tenpiece. "If we want to ask all the townsfolk the more of us there is, the faster we can get job done if we split" he proposed.He aproached the first person he saw and szarted asking questions about what they might know or witnessed.
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Eirlys' hand comes up to cover her mouth and her eyes widen in surprise at the tidings on the fate of the constable.  She follows Wynn's group to the cell and carefully looks around, her eyes looking over to the tarp covered body and shaking her head sadly.

Yngvar comments about the potential perpetrator and she tilts her head slightly, looking at their priest.  "I have heard of creatures being called out by spellwork in tales, can an evil priest do such things?  Or can they turn themself into something they are not to do th...this..." she gestures at the chaos before them, "or would giants or ogres willingly help such a creature?"

In reply to Wynne (msg # 5):

Not being particularly good with people himself, Gremo also wants to look at the cells.

Maple inspects the dirt outside the cell, to see whether there are any prints on the ground that might indicate the type of creature that caused this

Yes, very large (ogre sized) boot prints along with a pair of barefoot human prints.

Silas runs into the local cobbler.

”The Constable? He was a mean sonuvabitch. But he didn’t deserve to go out like this, that’s for sure.”

"We think the bare foot prints are from the priest, the big boot prints look like an ogre like we thought! We think we were right! Great find Maple! Excellent!" Yngvar compliments the gnome fighter!

Wynne nods to the others and looks at the tracks. "Well, if we're doing this there's no sense in letting the tracks go even colder. Who's coming with?" He starts to look where the tracks leads.

"Are we all here? We think at least one or two went to question locals, we need to be together when we go for them!"

If Dantes can't find anyone who saw the cell break, he'll join the others at the cell to see what they learned.

Silas thanked the man and kept asking. When there was nobody around to ask anymore he went towards the cell to meet woth others a shared what little info he was given.

Meanwhile, a nearby dog with a leather collar is sniffing a line from the jail to an animal path at the edge of town. He whimpers when he reaches the thick greenery and starts howling.

Yngvar looks at the dog and watches it's actions. "It looks like we are all here now, shall we check on what the dog found first, and then trail the tracks?" he asks his companions.