The Crime scene was remarkably clean, its as if nobody had ever set foot on the overpass yet hundreds of thousands of cars and pedestrians crossed the bridge everyday. Nothing seemed out of place it was almost as if someone had taken a picture and photo shopped it over the original. This late at night there were few cars still left on the highway, mostly patrol cars, trucks of all types, late night drivers and people up to no good. I had been working over on the other bridge that until recently the site of a not so epic battle against a new form of creature that may or may not feed upon ley line energy, like cockroaches siphoning cream from a twinkie. Partially spiritual in nature they seemed to be made of the pieces of matter they found along the way. We had driven them off though barely, and this all started because we wanted to fix the ley line that seemed to run the the middle of the river with Councilor Rosh now believed to be dead.
I came to this bridge to try and get some clues about what went down here, and where Rosh and the person helping him went too. I had no immediate plans to track down the councilors body, I merely want to get as much information possible to present to the Consilium. I plan to turn over all my findings to my own councilor the warlock, guardian Rosetta.
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