Corvin Tallow
Victim NPC
High Assessor of Ledgerfall for twenty-two years — the iron-grey hand that sealed every citizen's Sheet. Found strangled in his office at the tenth bell, mid-Revision Night, by a grip his own coroner-plate swears no…
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Sheet Says Otherwise
A scenario by Murder Maker
- Identity
- Revenge
- Succession
- Fraud
- Corruption
- Investigation
The premise
Ledgerfall's law is simple: your Sheet is your legal self — sworn, sealed, impossible to fake. Tonight is Revision Night, the one night a year petitioners may beg the Assay House to amend their stats, and every door is warded until the sheets are ratified at dawn. Then High Assessor Corvin Tallow is found strangled in his own office — by a grip the coroner's assay fixes at STR 14. No Sheet in the building goes above 12. Someone's paper self is a lie, and at dawn every sheet in the room — the killer's included — becomes irrevocable law for a year.
The cast
Andra Cale
Suspect
A soft-spoken pilgrim petitioner in road-grey robes, left hand wrapped in a penance-strap she never removes. Her public Sheet is famously meek — STR 4, a 'Timid' modifier — with a probation seal countersigned by…
Sergeant Voss
Suspect
Andra Cale's probation escort — twelve years in the reform office, square-built, weary, decent. Her file is his masterpiece, the proof his method works, and he signed for her conduct tonight in front of the wards.
Brigid Steelhand
Suspect
Ledgerfall's smith — forearms like bridge chains, a handshake like a vice, and a Sheet that swears STR 6. Her lift-stone assay was deferred tonight 'for scheduling.' She laughs too loudly at the wrong moments.
Vault-Keeper Immel
Suspect
Keeper of the Vault of True Sheets — the only soul keyed past its wards. Unctuous, patient, remembers everyone's name day. People find themselves doing him favors and cannot quite say why.
Clerk Ossip
Suspect
Senior clerk of the Assay House — forty years at the copying desk, hands never still, eyes never up. Keeper, tonight, of the sealed Dawn Docket.
Lord Percival Fane
Suspect
A dazzling fop betrothed to the Duchess of Vray — CHA 16 on paper, a laugh that fills the Rotunda. Summoned tonight for a random re-audit he keeps calling 'a formality, darling, a formality.'
Madame Rell
Suspect
Marriage-actuary to the good houses — prices a match to the decimal by sheet-compatibility. She sold the Fane–Vray match and attends tonight 'to see her tables vindicated.'
Cassia Wren
Suspect
Once the finest blade in three provinces; now a duelist with a punitive DEX 7 and a mouth that never signed the same treaty her sword did. Eleven straight Revision Nights she has petitioned for restoration. Eleven…
Auditor-Paladin Jorel
Detective
A Crown auditor-paladin under oath-magic: he HEARS the false note in any spoken lie — and reads nothing at all in ink. Arrived three days ago 'for routine oversight.' Nobody believes that, and his oath forbids him to…
Ink
Witness
A street kid of no house and no age anyone can pin down, running errands for coppers. Their Sheet is blank — the System cannot read them at all. Half the room finds that adorable. The other half finds it valuable.
Muriel Tange
Suspect
Assessor-Designate — Tallow's ambitious shadow for six years, acting Assessor as of the tenth bell tonight. Composed, precise, already wearing the office like a fitted coat. She found the body.
Intrigues
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The Blank SheetIdentity
The System reads everyone. It cannot read the street kid at all — and everyone wants to own the exception.
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The Broken DuelistRevenge
Eleven petitions, eleven refusals, one signature. Tonight the signature is dead and the duelist wants her hands back.
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The Conscription SandbagIdentity
The strongest arm in Ledgerfall belongs to a woman whose Sheet swears she couldn't lift a kettle. Tonight the lift-stone is waiting.
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The Empty ChairSuccession
The High Assessor is dead; the office, the seal, and everything the office quietly owned pass at dawn. To whom?
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The Fane MatchFraud
A betrothal priced to the decimal on sheet-compatibility — and a random re-audit that has the groom sweating through his charm.
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The Mercy TradeCorruption
For the right price, they whisper, the High Assessor's pen showed mercy. If a ledger of that mercy exists, half the room is in it.
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The STR 14 ProblemInvestigation
The coroner's assay puts the killer's grip at STR 14. No Sheet in the building goes above 12. Someone's paper self is lying.
Factions & circles
- Assay House StaffStaff
- Crown OversightTeam
- The WardedFaction
Sheet Says Otherwise
Ledgerfall's law is simple: your Sheet is your legal self — sworn, sealed, impossible to fake. Tonight is Revision Night, the one night a year petitioners may beg the Assay House…
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