"Not even the grave marker mentions his name... either way he's the number 20 from the butchery," Desmond said. "He's our lead to finishing this riddle. We're going on a manhunt other than clue searching."

He turns to what is left of their group in the graveyard. "Anyone know where the Minister is?"

Boris peered into one of the bird's point of view and see the six deserted places. He then decides to enter all of them and scrap up any remaining clues from the buildings before deciding the answer.

Halting his scrying ability for a second as the birds are searching through, he turned to the rows of tombstones with their names engraved in them. One featuring his home, Worborrow, his family name Ignas, then his own. His rage builds as he was labeled a coward, his family name the Hunted, and calling his home deserted. Attempting to kick his own "tombstone" down, he stopped and looked at the rows again. He noticed something wrong.

"Wait a minute..." Boris looked closely to how the names are mentioned. Of course The Minister has never shared his name to the group, but there's something else that caught his attention.

"They're missing a person..."

Keeping the thought fresh in his mind, he goes back to peeking through the bird's view and resumed searching for clues.

Adric and Samson blinked. In front of them laid the gravestones of their entire party. It was a grim sight. Adric was furious at the gall these vampires had. Not for the threats, oh no. They could die if it pleased the vampires. What really got Adric was the lack of a name among the gravestones. Samson and he reached the same conclusion simultaneously.

"Whatta bunch jerks!" Samson cried.

"Am I not worthy of death? Am I truly so beneath these vampires I don't deserve to get torn, shrieking, limb from limb?" Samson strutted about, looking displeased.

"Who wouldn't wanna kill you?" Samson yelled to the air

"Right? I'm scum! I deserve to be murdered viciously!" Samson nodded.

"I wanna kill you right now!"

"Thank you!"

"I wanna do it brutally! Like, wit a spike and some bahbed wiuh!" Adric smiled

"Oh Samson, I would do the same to you!"

"Aw, I knew ya would, you sunnuvabitch!" Adric reached down and tousled Samson's fur

"You really mean it?" Samson nodded solemnly

"I would tear out ya still beatin hart and show it to ya" Adric choked up

"Samson, you're too good to me!" Samson perused the gravestones. He turned to Adric.

"Hey pal, where's shorty?" Adric blinked

"Septimius is already up there Samson"

"Nah, the short ugly guy!"

"No, no, Desmond's there too"

"The short ugly guy with the odd complexion!"

"I already told you! Septimius is up there!"

"Fuh cryin out loud, I mean da gray guy!"

"Ah. Gray is... Gray is... Damn. I guess he's living through this too" Samson and Adric sat near a stump. He read "Fluffy the Betrayer" aloud, and turned to Samson "Samson, my friend, it seems like God has cursed us. Now we have two untrustworthy animals in our midst!"

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OOC: I'll do it, Cami. c:

Boris examining the six spots, he points them out to the group.

"Guys, so far my murder has found a blacksmith's shop, saw mill, library, an old church, barn, and fisherman's shack. I'm not sure what the Count is hiding, but we're getting the bottom of this riddle."

The thought of the tombstones has been pestering him, and couldn't shake it off. Might be a clue of some sort. Boris cuts away from scrying and examine the tombstones closely again. He counted each and every single one along with recognizing the names; there are 26 tombstones.

"Wait a minute..." Boris realized as he peered into the engraved names on the solid limestones. "All of the names are labeled in alphabetical order, and look! If you look closely, T is the twentieth letter on the alphabet, and The Minister's on it... but..." Boris hesitated and thought about the shady member of this group. Out of everyone here, The Minister is the only one that never shared his name.

"Why the Minister?"

Marcus thought for a moment at what the count's voice echoed unto them. They would have to look for clues in the abandoned buildings of Ravenholt? Then why the hell are they still here looking at these dumb rocks?

"I know I'm not good at this whole puzzle thing, but maybe we should do what Count Draenor said and check some of the places in town? Judging by what Boris has found out, there are several places that could be worth looking at. Unless you all just want to sit here and think about what we've already found. From my understandings, we have one shot at this and if it's wrong, we're dead."

Marcus stood amongst the group, with Lissette on his back. He was truly trying much harder than he had before at the butchery. He wants to make sure Lissette makes it out of Ravenholt alive, and that means solving this damn puzzle is a priority.

She was feeling kinda bad for not being able to recognise a simple number or letter... she remembered that her mother wanted too teach her how to read and write but after what happened she completly forgot that idea, maybe she'll ask someone to teach her. It was in that moment when she noticed something that she didn't pay attention to earlier. When she stab her sword on the ground she got a complete scan of all the graveyard and the people on it, however there was someone that hasn't moved or said anything until now. Jessica simply thought it was one of her companions but as the time passed she noticed that the person was not someone from the group.... or maybe it was, she didn't want to alarm anyone but she slowly started to place her hand on the handle of her sword she whispered "Gabriel... over there..." as if trying to warn him about the guy. Then suddenly the person decided to come out from his spot and spoke she stoped before taking out the blade and immediately recognised the voice.

"Well, what a surprise we all were asking where were you" She said more calmed letting go her sword "I think our friend here Boris is already searching for clues in those places, but I guess we can go anyways go search deeper".

As Boris searched heavily through the buildings with his birds, it was becoming apparent that there were many things that they had to go and do themselves to figure out the rest of the clues, not simply allow some animals to do.

Marcus was right, and everybody knew it, including The Minister. He was the first and virtually only one to move at the time, walking into the abandoned sanctuary, the Church. What he found was...unexpected.

As he walked in, it was apparent that he didn't even have to step inside of the church to smell the horrible stench of rotting corpses that were hanging back and forth idly from the chandeliers. With this was the definitive and strong smell of oil, accompanying the rotting smell to make a horrible stench. The walls were absolutely covered in blood, as well as the altar. In the center of the room was a towering pile of bibles and other forms of religious literature. The church was illuminated by only a single chandelier with dozens of candles surrounding it. The chandelier was hanging over the pile of bibles and song books by a chain that was attached to the neck of a bruised and battered man hanging upside down on a cross that stood behind the altar. The man was nailed to the cross, turned upside down, with crimson blood dripping from the holes, and whoever had done this had somehow fused the chain with his neck. It didn't look like there was any possible way that it could be untied or pulled out. This was as satanic as it could possibly get.

The Minister unholstered both of his crossbows, holding one of the blessed weapons up near his shoulder while the other was pointed forward. He carefully stepped into the scene of the massacre, scanning his surroundings for clues to the puzzle outdoors. He would punish whoever did this, he was cursed to. However something caught his attention almost immediately. The man's blood was red and dripping. An old corpse would either have no blood dripping or the blood would be thick and dark. Something was off even in this scene of devastation.

As The Minister stepped further in, it became glaringly apparent that many had died by being impaled with any jagged edge possible, blood spread all over the walls. As he drew closer to the crucified man that was upside down, he noticed a mark on his neck. It was as if someone drew a line across his neck with pen. It was obvious that the man was still breathing, meaning he had been subjected to this for god knows how long. If The Minister went closer, he would begin to hear evil, satanic voices rambling in his mind.

The Minister listened intently to the demonic voices as he slowly approached the man. It was no doubt a trap, but he only saw one option here, to spring it. Still listening to the demon voices for any sign of a clue he went about trying to free the man.

As The Minister began to look for a way to free the man, he began to realize there was no possible way to free him other than the ink mark on his neck, as if to signify something. The evil satanic voices grew much louder in his head.

The old man came and went like the wind. Surprising Septimius then disappearing as he headed towards the church. They were running out of time so Septimius decided to split and investigate the library by himself. He knew it was risky but they were running out of time. He headed off and approached the dusty old building, slowly opening and sliding through the doors. He looked around at the musty interiors, filled with cobwebs and shelves of old leathery tomes. He may not look like it, but Septimius was a bookworm and he lost himself in the vast collection, his hands brushing the spines of the books as he slowly walked around. He gazed in awe and amazement as he contiued on his way through.

Apparently the minister decided to go and investigate, there are many places according to Boris and they don't have much time. "Well then... we gotta split up, we gotta check all those abandoned places. I'll go for the barn, try to go with someone or in teams of 3, if you find anything let's met here in the graveyard. Be careful". She hated the idea of spliting up, but sadly there was no choice, hopefully her friends won't get hurt. And so she started to make her way to the barn