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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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