Nosgoth: P.I. Chpt. 1The One & Only P.I. of NosgothNosgoth: P.I. Chpt. 1 by AcolyteVersion1
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Stranger
It started out as a day like any other; It was a glorious summer's morn and I was sat at ease in my spacious and elegantly furnished office, moments away from cracking a case that had puzzled detectives the world over for months. My voluptuous secretary sat loyal as an Alsatian, eagerly awaiting my attention. Then of course there was the company safe, filled to near overflowing with the mammoth riches I had accumulated from grateful clients, eager to repay me for my PI services.
Ahem, okay so it wasn't exactly like that. It was in fact a dreary winter's afternoon… though with my long broken and boarded windows, I only knew this because of my small, cluttered and ramshackle office's lack of heating, which let the cold bite at me like a rabid wolverine. I was however eagerly and excitedly thinking about a case, but it was a case of whiskey I'd acquired that was safe
Nosgoth: P.I. Chpt. 2The One & Only P.I. of NosgothNosgoth: P.I. Chpt. 2 by AcolyteVersion1
Chapter 2: The Red Raven
Now I could say that the Red Raven wasn't in the best part of the city, but that would be pointless since there are no even remotely good parts of Meridian. Choice of habitat is limited to squalor, poverty or something akin to existing at the very heart of hell; I chose the latter, though bordered very closely with squalor and poverty. I scurried through the rapidly darkening streets, dodging an equal sharing of thugs and Sarafan soldiers (distinguished from each other merely by their attire; clothes and name aside the Sarafan were little more than thugs after all).
There it was at last, the Red Raven, and there barring entry to the tavern was some dim looking Sarafan guard, 'diligently scanning the area for vampires' whilst holding a mug of ale in one hand and swaying back and forth like a stalk of wheat caught in the wind. I could have sworn for a moment I detected a 'vacant' s