Erik Soong's Call of the Netherdeep

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Ylis shouts at the air, "squeek squeeker squeek squeek?!"

"Come on guys, Frekor's fallen down a well! Let's go!" Ylis tries to usher the party out the door and to where Luna says the trouble is at.

"Go go go!"

 Randa swore and raced after Ylis, " How does he get himself in trouble faster than you?"

OOC: before leaving the Ready Room and meeting Luna

Morgan looks at Question and bows with an exaggerated flourish...and a simple smile.
"It was a pleasure to meet you and your smile in this place, Question. Please, stay safe during your travels. I’m sure you can take care of yourself, but be prudent: the roads are dangerous. I hope we will meet again."

OOC: After meeting Luna, Morgan simply runs after the others as best as he can.

Frekor was hurt more than he would've wanted, but he did manage to save the woman form harm. His job was done for now, he then hurries to check if the drow man on the ground is alive (if so, then he'll probably use Cure Wounds).

Then he gets close to the woman.

-Are you alright?- asks the ranger making sure to not startle her by keeping a safe distance and a calming voice.

During the fight, the woman found her way over to the man who is indeed slain. She kneels in the alley, cradling the drow and looks up at Frekor with tired eyes, struck with melancholy. Distraught but too war weary now to cry. "Did you get him? Did you get the bastard that killed my husband?"

It is at this moment that the party arrives, much faster than it took Frekor to get here because they had a guide and were not trying to be stealthy. They see Frekor bleeding, but more or less okay and he is standing over the bodies of a human male and a drow male, with a kneeling woman looking up at him.

Ylis dashes around the corner with rope in hand and skids to a halt. She then looks at Luna, "I thought you said he fell down a well?!" *meep* *meep* "OOOoooooOOOooh you said he's not looking well. Yeah he looked busted."

Ylis rushes to his side, "Hello there lady." she nods at the lady and with soft glowing white hands casts Cure Wounds (lvl2) on Frekor for 21 healing.

OOC: It's PBP no time will pass in-game until you wake up to make a call. Didn't help that the bad guys went in opposite directions. 

I think all of you are asleep right now =) Just say what you think the party should do when you wake up.

Keep in mind that we still need to go to the wall and the temple garden.

Still out of breath, Morgan looks at the woman, disconsolate.
"In a town full of monsters... even people become monsters," he thinks.

He glances around, searching for guards who might help her. He's no good at tracking people, or chasing them down... but if the others decide to do it, he'll help.

Jacaranda sees that the healing is well in hand and sets about looking for signs of passage and a trail to follow.

Survival- 15

Jacaranda easily picks up the muddy boot prints of the people that Frekor had battled. One turns sharply left and the other limping right.

Ylis’ greeting is met with a blank stare from the woman who may very well be in shock. “Yes, the drow and, his thugs.” She says quietly to Frekor and nods her head over at the other dead man, cooling in a shallow city puddle.

Morgan waits and notes that this is a bit of a blind spot for the patrols in the city. It is likely for this reason that the woman and her husband were meeting this band of criminals here. It takes Morgan a minute or two but he eventually finds a patrol walking away from their location, never having been the wiser of what went on in this knotted alley.

Morgan waves the guards over to help the woman, then hurries back to the others.

He knows, deep down, that they do not have the time to deal with every criminal in the world. But for the woman lying on the ground, and her dead husband, the world is very small and very real.

He looks at the others.
"Maybe if we can catch one of them alive, the guards can do the rest. Frekor, did you hurt one of the criminals? If so, we could focus on that one. What do you think?"

Jacaranda looked back, " Who was injured of the assailants?"

Ylis cups her hand near her mouth to whisper at Randa, "The bleeding one, most likely."

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Ylis cups her hand near her mouth to whisper at Randa, "The bleeding one, most likely."

 Randa side-eyes Ylis then ruffles her hair.

Frekor looks at everyone a bit confused.

-Actually, I hit both of the 2 that ran away. One was a dwarf and the other a drow. I think the Drow was the "lider" of the three that attacked them because he was the one talking.- says explaining what he experienced.

-I marked the drow, so it would be easier to find.- adds before looking around to find the direction the drow left.

(Perception check with advantage because of Hunter's Mark: 24,  16+8.  Second roll: 17, 9+8.    First roll it is then.)

No marked enemy shall escape Frekor's sight. A magical extra sense lends to Frekor's already expert tracking ability. The drow's bootprints practically glow in his eyes. 

Morgan draws in the patrolling Aurora Watch soldiers and after a very brief summary of what happened, the Fellowship leaves the widow with the soldiers. The drow is the easier to track, given the magical trail he has left, so the party follows. 

Frekor leads. He takes them through a twisted bramble of alleyways, which open up to the market. Even at night, there are wares for sale, but Frekor is not hunting for trinkets or baubles. He hunts murderers. Not even the scents of tens of people passing by, nor the footprints they leave that mar the boot print of the drow are enough to throw Frekor from the trail. Occasionally, soldiers stop the Fellowship to encourage them to return to their lodgings for their safety, but none force the matter. 

After about 20 minutes or so, taking a rather winding route, the Fellowship find their way back to the western market with a blessed fountain lining a dais, with stairs leading below. There is a soldier standing watch over it and the prints that Frekor has marked as his prey's have very clearly lead down below. The soldier watches the Fellowship warily. It is not the same soldier who had sprinkled the party with water. A shift change, most likely. 

"Hey there, we're looking for a lowlife that just murdered some poor soul back there." Ylis waves vaguely behind her. "Did you see some wounded scumbag pass that way,? pointing down the steps. 

The guard, a person of mixed orc ancestry, regards Ylis with suspicion. "No. Please stay back. This well is protected under guard. People may approach only one at a time for water." His eyes then scan the area, the word 'murder' having aroused some deeply ingrained soldier training of alertness.

Randa levelled eyes with the soldier, " No?"

" Their tracks lead below.", she said pointing to where she saw Frekors eyes aimed.

Insight- 18

The guard spares a passing glance at the prints. "There are hundreds of tracks here. You're telling me that you can magically see a specific pair among them?" He grunts in stubborn disbelief. "We have a cleric below performing a ritual. Come to think of it..." he reaches down and scoops up some water in his hand, then throws it at Randa's face. It splashes across her eyes. He grunts again, this time with a mischievous smile. "Guess you're no demon."

DM: Jacaranda can see that this man has his guard up but her ability to read a fellow soldier is hard to match in the best of cases. She sees right through his armor; he, at least, believes what he is saying.