Tentacle-Faced Woman Sought in Book Street Stabbing
Waterdeep -- A tall, curvaceous, dusky-skinned human woman wearing a decorative veil (as many wealthy Waterdhavian women do when facing the stinks of the docks, slaughterhouses, and livestock pens of the southern city) is sought by the Watch today after she murdered someone on an open street at dawn in Dock Ward.
Witnesses say the unfamiliar-to-all woman, probably an outlander, encountered a fishmonger in Book Street before the doors of the Sunset Satyr tavern (east-front Book Street, north-fronting Candle Lane). She spoke with him briefly, and then drew a "needle-thin rapier of great length" and thrust it through him. All agree the conversation was neither friendly nor heated, no oaths nor emphatic words were exchanged, and the attack was a complete surprise. Pierced through the heart, the victim (later identified as Aldo Nurlamyn of the Dancing Marlin Market, Net Street, Dock Ward) fell dead, and the woman strode away.
One Itham Flarmar (of Stathor's Boots and Weathercloaks in Book Street) accosted her, but she whirled and slashed at him with her still-drawn rapier until he fled -- whereupon she walked "purposefully but unhurrying" into Drakiir Street, where she disappeared.
Flarmar tore off her veil, and says he found himself facing "an angry but beautiful face, with very large, dark brown eyes, a pert nose -- but from her upper lip and cheekbones down, all was a writhing tangle of fanged snake-heads, framing a sucking mouth!" Other witnesses saw no snake-heads in their brief glimpses, but described the woman's lower face as "a mass of coiling, slithering tentacles" or "reaching eels."
The Watch has retained Nurlamyn's body and the mysterious woman's veil for examination, and they ask anyone seeing "a tall, dusky-skinned woman with a covering or anything unusual about her face" to contact them immediately.
About the Author
Ed Greenwood is the man who unleashed the Forgotten Realms on an unsuspecting world. He works in libraries, writes fantasy, sf, horror, mystery, and even romance stories (sometimes all in the same novel), but he is still happiest churning out Realmslore, Realmslore, and more Realmslore. There are still a few rooms in his house with space left to pile up papers in . . .