The Aristocratic Assassin

Below the bridge, just outside of the temple, the corpses litter the ice. Upon closer inspection you notice they are all arranged into a massive circle, in which a message has been carved into the ice. The bodies are of a noble, a child, a hunter, a mother, a *****, a sister, a father, an idiot, a fool and a wise man. Each and every one has been poisoned, but it has been long enough that the poison can no longer be recognized. The message reads: "Drinks are for all, Ale, wine and tea, But be careful of the brewer, For the poison you may not see. Gullible are many, Foolish knock at my door, You'll never suspect me, I'm a person of Embermoore. One was to die everyday, Morning, noon and night, The person I cannot say, Will die this very day. Gullible are many, Foolish knock at my door, You'll never suspect me, I'm a person of Embermoore." ((Time is ticking! They have yet to be stopped. Will you be the hero?))

*As one would stroll towards the human capital of Petrusia, the pungent aroma of decay would suddenly hit you, and as you near the merchant city, it would only strengthen. Suddenly cries of panic would echo and you would find yourself running. The crowd would part before you, and there on the stonework path would be something inconceivably morbid. The corpse, if you could call it that, of a young high elf is upon the ground. Each of his limbs has been severed, cauterized to keep him alive during the torture. Fingernails have been ripped off by pliers, teeth wrenched from his living mouth. He appears to have been stabbed time upon time again, and his insides are quite literally his outsides. Finally, it appears as if he was burned alive, then saved with water, then set on fire again. His disfigured corpse now rests here, in front of you. A single message has been carved into the ground, written on fliers, and in paper held in this poor victims hands. They read the same thing, over and over again.* "He is the very first in my collection. Every Saint's day, there shall be another. You may attempt to hide your children, to protect your wives. You may beg your landlords for protection, your kings for help. I will not stop, and I will not fail, until I get what I want." *The messages appear to have been deeply engraved in the paths, and the messages upon fliers in blood. You realise then, that all around you, blood decorates the trees, the plants, the ground.* ((Time is ticking, role-players. Can you stop this dreaded serial killer before they strike again? Every day someone dies, so your time shall be limited. Who wishes to be known as the one who saved dozens of potential lives? Simply end the killers life before they end another. Good luck.))