Wrex will look to Alvaryn and draw his shield and war pick. "you find Lux?!"

Hunters must be fearless, but survivors are cautious. Othokent did not know what to make the others that so brazenly leaped into the one place even he did not dare go alone. Did they not sense the wrongness? Did they even look before they leaped? How important was this prey to them? So many questions, but not a single answer yet. None except the one. This would not do. Othokent takes his time to follow them in anticipation of their need to get their bearings once more.

Othokent sheathes the mercy killers (if they were not already), tries to keep his descent silent, and form obscured at the very edge between darkness and torch light. The time wasn't right yet for the speaking and passing of knowledge. But soon. Very soon. 

The voice seemed to almost repeat itself as she stood on the precipice of who knows what, eyes now locked with the Human across the alley, a brief flash of hope crashed into her consciousness overriding everything else as the mans strange golden eyes poured into hers, this man was not scared of her like others were maybe he could help. The thought was ripped from her as images of her dead family pounded her thoughts, humans did that to me, humans took my horns.

"Within" she said aloud this time as another figure approached to join the first "I must see what is within, it called me here, i must follow" And with that Mazir flung open the cellar doors bolted into the dark and away from her would be helpers.

Now standing somewhat behind Mikkeo as to not cause too much confusion for the tiefling, Torgar remained silent and simply watched the engagement between the two. He was willing to help where needed, but not if he didn't know how or what the problem was. It was one of those times where he felt it might be best to let the situation unfold before responding. Which was happening faster than he expected with Mazir suddenly disappearing into the darkness of the cellar below.

"Mikkeo…" He'd mutter, presuming the man to instinctively follow after the tiefling. Ready to react if that was indeed the case. "I'm Torgar." No hand extended as he walks to the cellar's edge. "I can help, but a light like before would be of use. I don't mind drawing attention to myself if need be, but I need use of both my hands." 

(I'm assuming there's no light in the cellar below? If there is I won't need that light source....)

A brief look of surprise appears on Alvaryns face as the tortle appears in the sewer next to him, although it is quickly replaced by one of amusement as he recognises the figure that was toppled to the floor a few moments ago as he chased after Lux. Drawing his own long sword he motions down the tunnel with the torch ”He disappeared down here somewhere, quite the little rat he is! Should be interesting bringing this one in. You after a bit of payback good Tortle?” he says to the armed being as he approaches, naturally assuming the shove is what has brought him down here. He then proceeds to move up to the side entrance on the left to look for any signs of his quarry’s passing.

perception:15

Wrex will look to Alvaryn, eyes obscured under the cloth of his faith. "I am looking to finally bring him to justice... once and for all..."

First, the tiefling disappears down the cellar stairs. Then, the dragonborn passes Mikkeo to stand at the gaping maw. Her eyes. He thinks he saw not only fear, but longing and anger in them as well. Why did he care? What could he do? But there's that ache in his chest. That need to help. That unknown burning in his heart that always turned into a sweet glow within when he knew he was making someone else's life more bearable. "Of — of course," Mikkeo responds to the dragonborn, breaking out of his reverie. "Of course ... Torgar." Producing his bow and whistling, it shines once again. Mikkeo's dark form moves forward. "After you?"

Glancing down into the cellar's darkness, Torgar was ill prepared to head below. Even with the glow from the light behind him, it seemed foolish to follow after the tiefling with so little to go on. Nothing in fact. A look over his shoulder and nod to Mikkeo before turning about and beginning his descent into the cellar.

Despite how distracted Mikkeo was feeling, he could sense the dragonborn's hesitancy, so he followed more closely than he normally would, based on how much personal space people usually prefer. Only a step behind, the busker angled the glowing bow around Torgar's arm in order to cast as much light as possible before his compatriot. Torgar could hear Mikkeo hum a few notes, and then in a kind of whisper that seemed to be right in the dragonborn's ear, even though the humming that just ended told him that Mikkeo's head was still a foot or two away, "I'm right behind you."

Upon hearing the Tortles words it suddenly dawned on Alvaryn, he knew Lux’s name. The realisation distracting him from his inspections he turned his head back towards the unexpected companion his face grim, which was quite rare for the cheerful Elf. “This is personal for you isn’t it.“ His expression suddenly returning to the usual grin once again he continued ”Well you are in good company my man, I just so happen to be in the business of catching little rats such as Mr. Lux. I am Alvaryn, pleased to make your acquaintance.” finishing with a nod towards the Tortle.

*OoDM: Y'all are amazing*

Let me get the passive perception of Torgar and Mikkeo

Mazir, Torgar, Mikkeo: Mazir having dark vision, Torgar and Mikkeo seeing through the light spell; the cellar appears to have been abandoned for some time, crates and barrels scattered about the room. Let me get a perception check from all three.

Othokent: you are one with the shadows.

Alvaryn: you see no sign of Lux but the side tunnel you looked into makes an abrupt left turn and descends

Passive Perception: 13
Perception: 12

(I can wait for Mazir's post first, since she went in first?)

OOC: Mikkeo has darkvision of 60 ft.

Perception: 14

Perception: 11

Mazir reached the bottom of the steps, looking into the cellar proper her heart sank, empty, save for a few discarded crates and barrels there was nothing here. What did she expect, gold, her family sat waiting for her to join them, stupid woman she thought. Weeks on foot to Thrusk living in ditches and foraging for food all for an abandoned cellar. A small light began to illuminate the bottom of the steps as the two figures from before entered the cellar she could see them clearly a large Dragonborn with an axe at his back closely followed by the man with the golden eyes.

Mazir draws a dagger as she stares at the pair who followed her down here. "Stop please, tell me" she hesitates for a moment wondering if she can trust the pair with information lest they judge her. Panic in her voice she continues "Did you, did you bring me here was it you, the noise, i must know why here" She continues to scan the room as she talks, eyes darting too and from her followers 

Wrex will look around to see if he can spot any footprints in the muck of the sewer tunnels (perception 12), lifting his cloth a little bit to get a better look.

Entering the cellar ahead of Mikkeo there was nothing but darkness until the light from behind spilled into the room. Crates and barrels. Not that Torgar expected much more from an abandoned cellar. Finally settling on the tiefling, "Easy now." Wondering what he had gotten himself into having only just reached the town and somehow already pinned himself between two strangers. "I think you technically brought us here." He'd raise his hands to show he was unarmed and meant no harm.

Othokent's tail starts to lash in the air in excitement for a brief few seconds. He stills it through force of will, but this did not diminish what the 'egg bearer' called 'excitement of approval' that welled up inside seeing Wrex take the time to really examine the area. A scuffed stone, slowly calming muck water from recent passage, imprints in refuse -- these were just the basic things to look for that the softskin hardly bothered to after kindling warmth holder. So silly.

It was decided then that soft-skin was not true hunter yet, but being trained by shell cousin. One answer down. Several more to go. Until it was clear that the duo needed to double back, Othokent stayed still, and held his breathe: unconcerned by the no doubt fetid air. The city above tasted worse in places. He was otherwise ready to continue following at a moment's notice.

Wrex: You don't spot any footprints in the muck, but along the wall leading down you see a trail of dried blood, a couple days old but still visible. Looking back into the main tunnel, sure enough, you see splatters of the muck and indentations not yet leveled, leading into the furthest passage on the right.

Mazir: Immediately you notice scratches in the dust where several crates had been moved against the right hand wall and chalk marks above them on the wall. You also spot a crate with a prominent makers mark, and inside find a set of tinker's tools and a sledge hammer. The sound of scratching claws snaps your attention back to the right side as, with a hiss, a small humanoid figure leaps from behind the crates, It's body pale and thin, eyes bulbous and blank, breath ragged, and claws that smoke with a caustic vapor.

Lets get the first initiative rolls of the campaign from Mikkeo, Torgar, and Mazir. YAAYYYYYY COMBAT

(On phone. I'll do initiative now and get to post in a bit tonight. )

Initiative: 21