This forum contains those "neverending stories" where one person writes a bit of a story and then another person picks it up where the previous left off. Should make for some interesting reading.
Charles Wyckstaff, Earl of Wyckstaff Manor, is dead by foul play! His body still cools within the mansion, and police have sealed the estate to prevent any of his family, friends, or servants from leaving the grounds without being questioned.
Famed Detective Harold Thorne is on the case, summoned from London to determine the guilty party. Who could the murderer be?
Introduce your suspect, and then make up plausible answers to the detective's questions, or respond to other suspects. Your character might be guilty, maybe not, so assume you're answering truthfully and avoid contradicting other accounts. You can ask the detective to follow you around the grounds, show objects you think are clues, etc. The game ends when there's enough evidence for Thorne to proclaim the identity of the murderer.
Harold Thorne steps out of the rain and takes off his soaked trenchcoat. The officers standing guard outside close the front door behind him.
"So, where is the body?" calls the sleuth to anyone in earshot.
Lear, the butler, takes the coat from the detective. Tall and thin, he has been with the Wyckstaff family for many years - to hear some of the other servants tell it, for all of living memory. His voice is soft as silk and smooth as velvet, and his clothes are almost eerily perfect.
"In the drawing room, sir. This way, please."
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Lady Aberdine, a portly woman, and long time annoyance to the Wyckstaff family waddles along behind the inspector and butler. Always sticking her nose in the family's affairs without invitation, she chimes in answering for the butler. "Oh my, can't you see, his head was split open!"
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
Charles Wyckstaff's body is sprawled against the side of the grand piano in the drawing room, having fell there after taking a blow to the head. Blood oozes down the black wood, and pools on the floor.
"How dreadful," states the detective in an efficient British manner. "What weapon dealt the fatal strike?"
Young David Wyckstaff hovers near the fire. He is 9 years old and the second son. "Sir?" he points to the andiron leaning against the mantle, out of the few articles out of place in the immaculate room.
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7 chipmunks twirlin' on a branch, eatin' lots of sunflowers on my uncle's ranch. You know that old children's tale from the sea.
"Quite keen, m' boy!" exclaims the gumshoe and he strides to the fireplace to examine the out of place object. The companion andiron is still neat in the fireplace. Picking up the moved cast iron object through his sleeve he turns it around, discovering a trace of blood. Harold pulls out a small case from a black leather satchel and dusts the andiron with white powder.
"No fingerprints however. Who first discovered the deceased?"
Chubby Lady Aberdine is all a twitter in excitement at the murder mystery, as long as she doesn't look at the dead body. "I believe that it was Gardner, Mr.Plum who first found him. What the Gardner was doing in in this room however, I have no idea!" Her voice raises an octive as she speaks.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
"Lady Wyckstaff is...indisposed, Detective. She suffers from a certain condition." Lear is a butler of the old school, and would never discuss the health or expectations of a lady.
"As to the gardener, he will no doubt be taking a rest in his room. Prone to fits of excitement, you see; he was in the War."