Jarl Coolgruuf

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

The group is taking a plane? Clive's not gonna like that. He and the TSA have had... disagreements in the past.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Val, trying not to vomit

Meanwhile, the rest of the team having a detailed conversation about the state of the corpses' intestines:

Hider

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

I say let's get a move on. Airborne it is.

Also, I really appreciate that the druggie had the most normal reaction to a disemboweled corpse out of everyone.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Today on monster hunting tips with Clive

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Val whenever anyone on the team questions her mental health

Hider

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Clive laced his fingers together and fixed the image with a thousand yard stare. Everything in the room but the image faded from his mind as he analyzed every detail of the bodies and their surroundings. The wounds were clean with little tearing in the skin. His best guess was that whatever performed these killings was likely part of a group either by alliance or species. The blade work suggested intelligence at least enough to wield a blade if not make one and the fact the bodies were not consumed counted out more bestial creatures.

If he were to be perfectly honest, everything the wizard said went right over Clive's head. Norse mythology was not at all in his knowledge base, but Edgar's assertions lined up with his own thoughts.
"Had to have been a blade of some kind and a sharp one at that," Clive agreed, "The cuts are too clean to have been made with anything but a very sharp edge."
He pondered for a moment, sorting through the collection of monster lore contained within his mind and the clues at hand. Ice related, intelligent, uses a blade, either part of a group or able to move vast distances relatively quickly.
"Kigatilik fits the bill as well. I doubt he'd leave the Arctic Circle, but there's always the possibility. Do we know if these men were shamans or magic practitioners of any sort? Did they have any connection to the Inuit peoples?"
Perhaps Edgar had ruled out the possibility of Inuit creatures, but Clive wasn't ready to count them out so soon.

Summary

Clive agrees with Edgar's assessment about the wounds and offers another possibility for the culprit.

Urban Shadows - an urban fantasy, creature of the night RPG

Would you guys like if I put up the info first, with the archetype ('class/character') sheet and the info provided within coming in after?

Sounds like a good idea to me

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

"Beside him sat Davidson, looking as though he had slept in a bush and enjoyed the experience."

My wifi dies for a day and @Penny decides to describe my character with 1 sentence better than I could with a whole profile

7th Heaven - A Tavern Roleplay

An older orc woman of impressive height and breadth called out to him from behind the bar.
"I'll be right with you!"
She was currently occupied with a quintet of otherworldly beings vaguely resembling bipedal insects, each carrying some manner of firearm plated with gleaming metal. Once she finished pouring them tankards of ale, she made her way over to warlock with a smile which served to show off her rather impressive tusks even more but could melt the heart of an frost giant. Her walking pace was unhurried and every other step was accompanied by an audible thud and a slight limp.
"Welcome to 7th Heaven, hon! Lemme get that drink for you." Before she had even finished her sentence, she'd poured him a tankard behind her and passed it to him. "So, what brings you here? Casting circle misfired? Wrong turn at the Eternity Gate? Poorly worded Wish spell?"
To say Y'velda had seen everything was a bit inaccurate, but it usually took a few days for her to something new all these years into her career at 7th Heaven.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

The news that you cannot, in fact, shoot a ghost until it dies again hit Clive harder than most.