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Author:    Wangler        
Date:      Sat Sep 25
07:57:49 2010
Subject     Wang 'n Baals in: The Curious Case of
the Kender Capper

In the world of Krynn, there is good,
and there is evil (also neutral but that's not really relevant to
the story). On the continent of Ansalon, in the nation of
Solamnia, Palanthian County,
the Knights of the Crown provide
justice to all those who cannot defend themselves. But we live in
dark times, and the might of the brave Solamnic Knights can only
be in so many places at once.
Sometimes the Knighthood can't
protect your neighborhood. So when crimes go unsolved, local
townsfolk and villagers know that they have another source of
hope. If you need a mystery solved, call upon the duo of
...Wang
'n Baals, Private Investigators!
*ByyyyyyyyyyoOOOOOOOOOOw!*

And so we come to the quaint
little village of Yarus. A stop-and-go step on the road to
pious Palanthas. A friendly little place, prosperous due to
the commerce of travelers, a nice respite before entering the big
city.
An unlikely place for murder. At least until last Day of
Gileadai. That's when a creepy character by the name of
Rattlebones Gravehopper decided his head would look better
mounted on the wall of the Yarus Inn than on his own
shoulders.
Or rather, somebody decided for him. Which somebody?
The local Solamnic town watch credited none other than the
owner of the inn himself, a one Mr. Dayne Ottai.
Mr.
Ottai is currently residing in a dusty cell inside the town
watch's HQ. He proclaims his innocence. He suspects the real
killer to be none other than Bran Parket, the homely human
companion of the recently deceased Rattlebones Gravehopper
Mr.
Ottai hired the trustworthy team of Baalberith and Wangler,
Private Investigators to help clear his good name. Let's take a
look at the facts.

THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

From the files of
local Solamnic watch brigade ||||||||||:

The victim's
body was located in the southern end of the room before the
fireplace. The victim's head was found above the fireplace, stuck
to the horn of the mounted head of an Abishi.
The suspect, Mr.
Ottai, was unconscious at the scene, apparently heavily
intoxicated, slumped behind the bar holding what appeared to be
the murder weapon: a short sword of sharpness.

THE
VICTIM

The victim of the crime was an eccentric kender who
went by the alias Rattlebones Gravehopper, true identity
unknown. Although none can attempt to venture into the warped and
twisted mind that is the kender,
there are some accepted facts
associated with the race. They are curious and love to aquire
objects of interest. This particular kender had a very specific
interest. He only collected body parts of deceased persons.
He
wore a necklace made of various fingerbones from different
subjects, he has a wide collection of teeth and fangs of various
creatures, as well as wearing the skulls of a small statured
race,
possibly dwarven, kender, or gnomish, as knee pads. Even
his hoopak was made from the wishbone of a Kyrie chieftain.
Despite his morbid appearance and fascination with the dead,
otherwise this kender behaved in typical form.
He was outspoken,
annoying, had a short attention span and was always looking for
things to add to his collection. Upon entering the inn with his
companion,

THE SUSPECT

We believe that the victim,
Rattlebones Gravehopper, was attempting to remove the Abishi
skull during the night of the incident. The suspect, Mr.
Ottai, had been worried of such an event,
and to take his mind
off of his concerns had proceeded to drink heavily from his stock
of dwarven spirits that evening. At around midnight, hearing a
commotion,
Mr. Ottai presumably went to check the common room
for the source of the noise. Upon finding the victim in the
process of stealing his beloved Abishi skull, the suspect grabbed
the suspected murder weapon,
a short sword of sharpness, that was
kept behind the bar for protection and decapitated the victim in
a drunken rage. He proceeded to stick the head at the end of one
of the horns of the Abishi skull,

Author:    Wangler  
     
Date:      Sat Sep 25 08:11:38 2010
Subject    
Wang 'n Baals in: The Curious Case of the Kender Capper (Part
II)water.


and passed out in a stupor until he was found the next
morning by the witness, Mr. Bran Parket, who was returning to the
inn at the time.

THE WITNESS

The witness, Mr. Parket,
arrived travelling with the victim to the inn on the night the
incident took place. Although apparently companions, the two were
seen arguing throughout the evening.
Mr. Parket seemed
convinced that the victim, Rattlebones Gravehopper, was intending
to steal an artifact that he possessed. The item in question is,
according to the witness, a family heirloom,
and appears to be
the arm of a statue. Despite the victim's known modus operandi
for physical remains, the witness was convinced the victim
intended to steal his precious heirloom.
After seen arguing with
the victim on the evening of the incident, Mr. Parket left
the inn when the common room closed rather than staying in his
rooms, saying he had to "cool off" and was going to spend his
night at a local brothel.
After a night of debauchery (we WILL
get that loophole fixed one day), the witness proceeded back to
the inn, where he had paid for lodging and to collect his
personal items.
Upon arrival, he entered what is now the crime
scene, and immediately went to the local Solamnic authorities to
file a report.

END OF FILE

So there's our story. A
mischievous macabre kender, who unlike his kin would rather chum
with Chemosh than pal around with Paladine. A collector of
remains, who couldn't resist the siren song of a tantalizing
Abishi skull.
The owner of the establishment then went on to
murder him in a drunken rage, claiming to remember nothing on
awakening the next morning. Sounds pretty cut and dry. Or is
it...

--=Outside the Yarus Inn=--

Pacing back and forth,
the young human man wearing sky blue robes embroidered with white
kingfishers on the sleeves had a victorious grin on his face. The
mayor of Yarus watched with a worried expression.
'So Mr.
Parket...you say that after the common room was closed for the
evening you distinctly recall exiting the inn immediately?'
The
sly looking Mr. Parkett leaned back against the barrel he was
resting against and nodded. 'That's right.'
'Isn't it odd
that you wouldn't check on your family heirloom, the item you
were apparently worried about Mr. Gravehopper stealing from you?
After all, you wouldn't carry around a statue's arm at a brothel
now,
would you?' Wangler asked, his eyebrow raised
inquisitively.
Parket shifted his eyes, and cleared his throat.
'Ok...ok...I did go back to me room to make sure it was
securely in a chest guarded by magical wards. But that's it. I
was out the whole night!'
'Out the whole night,
indeed...allow me to submit to you, sir, that you never checked
on that heirloom at all. After the common room closed, you found
Mr. Ottai and knocked him over the head,
causing him to fall
unconscious. You dragged him to the bar and doused him with
liquor so it would appear that he was drunk. You then proceeded
to take the short sword of sharpness and went back to your own
room,
where you found one Rattlebones Gravehopper about to steal
your prized heirloom. And then you decided to rid yourself of
your little problem by separating our young kender's head from
his shoulders!'
Mr. Parket barked a laugh. 'That's an
interesting story you have there. But you have no proof. Besides,
everyone knows I was at the brothel'
Parket's head lunged
forward as an empty bottle of dwarven spirits collided with
it.
'He's right about that,' Baalberith yelped as he stomped
his way onto the scene. 'He was at the brothel last night, I
know because I was in between the sheets with Miss Lacy of said
establishment!'
Parket snorted, crossing his arms over his
chest. 'You see? Even your own partner admits that I couldn't
have been at the scene of the crime.'
He always wore the
necklace of bones, you see. And upon removing his head, you would
think that you'd find the necklace there...'
Wangler nodded.
'Indeed, why was the necklace not there?'

Author: 
  Wangler        
Date:      Sat Sep 25 08:17:02
2010
Subject     Wang 'n Baals in: The Curious Case of the
Kender Capper (Part III)

Baalberith cleared his throat.
'The necklace wasn't there because the murder did not take
place in the common room! You see, the prized heirloom that Mr.
Parket possesses is not the arm of a statue at all.
It is a war
trophy...it is the arm of a Baaz draconian that had been killed
and turned to stone, so it indeed fit in with what Rattlebones
would like to collect!'
Wangler picked up where his partner
left off. 'So, what really happened was Rattlebones was trying
to collect the Baaz draconian arm, and you couldn't let that
happen. So after you framed Mr. Ottai,
you took your short
sword of sharpness and cut his tiny head off as he was attempting
to pilfer your precious heirloom! You did a good job, and you
took the body to the common room and mounted the head on the
Abisi horn. But the necklace fell off
along with the head, and
you never noticed it on the floor in your room.'
The mayor
glowered at Mr. Parket, and two squired seized him by the
arms.
'I would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for that
crime fighting cleric and that dastardly dwarf!' Parket shouted
as the squires dragged him away.
And so another mystery solved,
when things just don't seem right, you must go to the team
of...
Wang 'n Baals!

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