Chapter One - The Adventure Begins

Spending an evening eating a warm meal in one of the local taverns, after a long day at the church of Pelor. The number of wounded seems to be growing more by the day, not to mention those in distress of spiritual guidance. Making his way home a little tipsy he hears the call for help.

He approaches with great hast. Holding his cloak closed with one hand and a firm grip on his mace with the other he calls out to the aggressors. "Stop!"

Toe rubs his sore jaw as he turns down the side street on his trusted steed, Korvet - a crimson coated pony. He probably shouldn't have serenaded that married woman at the tavern... in front of her husband no less.

"Perfectly dreary weather for perfectly dreary day. Where next my boy?" He asked as he gently patted Korvet's wet coat. As the pony neighs in reply Toe hears the cry for help, "Well, that's an answer I suppose." He quickly steers his steed on to the alley and witness the scene.

He almost falls off his steed as he is jolted by a sudden loud yell of "Stop!" right near him. He sees another man of the cloth, but this one of Pelor, hastily walking to the scene. Toe gets off the pony and walks next to the cleric.

"Greetings gentlemen. If I may give just a few constructive criticism on how you conduct your... affairs. It seems that just one of you could have taken on this poor acolyte. But, three men against this one hapless lad. That's just inefficiency. It also doesn't seem to be in the spirit of fairness does it? Not that gentlemen of your disposition would care about that sort of thing. And the face paint... my word, that's a bit too much don't you think? I know you're going for intimidation but you just look like painted jesters. Subtlety gentlemen. subtlety is your friend."

Toe unsheaths his rapier and short sword. "So now comes the question. Shall we play a little game of fence? Or will you let that acolyte go?"

Toe let's out a little yelp, startled at the sudden appearance of crossbow bearing half-elf.

Catching his purple plumed hat before it falls from his head, he pleads "Please, if anyone else wants to join in on the fray announce yourself gently first - for my poor heart's sake."

He mutters softly to himself so that no one can hear, "Alright, Alders let's see if your training has practical usage." He takes a deep breath then faces the thugs again smiling widely. He twirls the rapier and the short sword once around his wrist synchronously then asks "So, shall we begin the dance then?"

Jaqir, having been kicked out of his favorite dive bar once again, had been wandering his way through the streets with a thick leather hood pulled up over his curved horns, trying desperately to cover signs of his elemental lineage. Gods-be-damned weather, can't a man have the slightest bit of relief from this drizzle? he mutters to himself as he splashes in puddle after puddle.

At the sound of the priest's clamoring, a frown crosses his lips. JAQIR! You singed my curtains again, you miserable little cretin! the memory of an orphanage matron, moments before the sting of her reed switch crisscrossed his backside. A minor flinch twitches his shoulders as he sets his course for the sounds of someone being set upon. As he draws closer, he notes that several other good citizens have stepped in to voice their displeasure at the thug behavior.

Tsk tsk now. No one likes a bully. Jaqir says, leaving his hood drawn as he steps into the vicinity of the group, though his searing orange-red eyes pierce out from the darkness beneath the leather. Bit of a chilly night, with the rain, isn't it? Perhaps you'd like to warm up. he finishes, letting a broad grin sweep over his face, lit by the dull fire in his eyes.

Kija was thinking about how she wished she didn't live alone, or rather had someone at home who could tend fires. She had Onibaba, but the little bat couldn't do much to make sure there was a nice warm fire waiting for her when she got home at night.

As though the familiar could sense the wizard was thinking about her, the little bat poked its head out from under the hood of her cloak. "Baba, you did a good job keeping the kids occupied while I deciphered those texts for Meirta. Rumor is she is planning to send an expedition out next spring. i'd like to be included in that venture if possible. It should be exciting."

Hearing the call for help, Kija slips the cane off her belt and hefts it, ready to attack if need be. When she turns the corner she skids to a hault behind the group of gathered men. Seeing the priest on the ground and the thugs engaged by the others she hesitates. Whispering to Onibaba she says, "Well. Looks as though things might be handled without us. Still, could get interesting."

Rand holds his ground, mace still held.

" 5 against 3 gentlemen, this need not come to violence. Walk away now and no one will be hurt."

Toe smirks at the leader.

"Ah, good sir. As my friend cleric here has wisely noted, It seems the scale of fairness has tipped against you. I'm sure your keen awareness has already crunched the numbers. Say, now that fortune weighs in our favor... I concede your point, fairness is overrated."

Recognizing the man's injuries for what they are, Kija steps forward. "I'll be glad to walk with you and make sure you get home without further issues. I'm sure some of these gentlemen will follow as well. Tell me, what was it they wanted? They said something about staying away from the orphanage? Why would they want you to do that?"

"That is strange, indeed." Kija agrees offering her arm for support. She follows the men with her eyes trying to commit the details to memory so she might know them later.

"Hmm.. a mystery."

Toe sheaths his weapons and walks back to his pony. "What do you say Korvy? Would be more interesting than another night spent at the tavern." He jumps onto Korvet with one smooth motion. "The company would certainly be an improvement." He turns to Kija and gives a wink.

He then looks around the motley crew from his steed. "So, social protocols would dictate we exchange pleasantries and introductions. I will go first." Toe takes off his hat revealing shiny black hair, slicked back. His face is olive-skinned with brown eyes and razor thin mustache, groomed with care. He is overall well put together with fashionable purple vest over white tunic (his leather armor kept underneath both) and a matching purple trousers with black leather boots over it.

"I am Tovuk Tinkerton of Hollowsky, also known simply as Toe. The circumstances of our meeting would suggest you are all honorable folks and as such I am pleased to meet your acquaintances."

" If you let me I can heal your injuries"

Rand steps forward putting his mace away. With both hands stretched out you hear him silently pray to himself, his hand begins to give off a soft glow and warmth like muted sunlight.

"May the warmth of Pelor be with you, Thank you all for coming when you did. Um ... excuse me"

The adrenaline beings to crash on Rand faster than he anticipated. This being the first time he raised his mace to other people. He promptly looks for a side ally feeling his dinner coming back.

Toe shrugs and tells Korvet "I guess introductions will come later."

Coming back after collecting himself, Rand makes his way back to the group.

"By Pelors beard! I'm sorry just too much excitement all at once. My name is Rand I'm a healer and cleric of the church of Pelor here in Cauldron. Nice to meet you."

The whiskered, pointy-eared stranger had lowered his crossbow: warily watching the thugs leave the scene, he stood silent and bristling with something between scorn and simmering anger, a cold, ferocious glint in his gold-colored eyes, who seemed to zero in and follow the direction the thugs were taking as they slipped away, melting into the shadows of the narrow and winding alleyway.

His attention turned back to the group.

He was a rugged, strapping specimen for a half-elf, although a little short in stature for his race, and both his tanned, coppery skin and his thick and somewhat tangled shoulder-length mane of black hair - the hairline growing in a very characteristic "v" shape atop a high, tapering forehead and a slightly jutting brow ridge - marked him as being of wild sylvan blood.
He wore a small ring of what appeared to be some kind of polished bone drilled into the outer side of his left ear, with a few leathery cords and other baubles weaved in his hair, that grew straight back from his forehead and came falling in long, coarse strands between his shoulder-blades. His ears were unusally long and pointy for a half-blood and, besides the small bone earing, they bore a few chinks and the scars of what could have been either teeth marks or tribal branding.
He was dressed in regular hunting gear, mostly buckskins and supple leather leggings and thick, knee-high elven mocassins, and besides the huge crossbow that he now slung over his back, the party could make out a small throwing axe hanging from his belt and what looked like a spiked stone hammer slung on his other hip, both weapons half-hidden in the shadows of a hooded cloak lined with rabbit fur.

Even after the rest of the group had made their introduction, the grim-looking trapper had remained silent for a little while, his lips thin as a knife's edge, his mouth bent in a bitter frown between the long, coarse black whiskers sprouting along both sides of his bony jaw. He now stroked one of these hirsute sideburns pensively, then finally spoke. His raspy, husky baritone sounded like the grating of a rounded stone on an old oak tree, as if he wasn't used to speak very often, and his common had the thick, guttural intonations of sylvan speech.

"I am Fheryn Thuath'An'Anthl, from the people of Llyrth." he looked at each of his new companions in turn, his eyes lingering intently on each and every one of them, as it to take in their features, then his attention turned back on the young battered clergyman. Apparently the presentations had been made, as far as he was concerned.

"Priest !" he almost barked, advancing on the poor cleric still shaken by all the recent man-handling: "You are from the Ones Who Heal, yes ? You meet a younger male, also half-elven as I, a little thinner, dark auburn of crown and dressed in dark velvet, about yay high ?", the hunter made a gesture indicating a size of about 6 feet to the dazed cleric.

"I must... I have to find him." Fhenryl said between clenched teeth. "Yet you speak of kidnapping". Something seemed to dawn on him as his expression suddenly froze. He then swung on the rest of the group. "We should catch the clowns. Ask them ! If they know, they will speak. And if not...".

His smile had frozen in a savage grimace, baring small, white elven teeth. His look had turned feral.

Jaqir moves to follow the pair of thugs before his mind stops him. What connection to Lantern Street do these bastards have? he thinks. WIth a turn he pivots back to the group. As he speaks, he draws his hood off, revealing his messy mop of ebon-black hair and bright red skin.

Well met all of you. I am Jaqir, known denizen of Cauldron and frequenter of bars the crater around. It would be good to speak to the other Cuthberites. I grew up in the orphanage those vile men were speaking of and it causes me great pain to think that any would think they speak for the facility. I had my issues there, we all did, but assaulting a priest is not the right way to express concern. I read about the kidnappings this morning priest. I am thankful you are there to counsel the littles, it's something missing in their lives almost assuredly. he bows deeply towards the group. You may call me Jaq, Jaqir, or Huhu as you'd like, I'll answer to nearly all of it.

Giving a quick but nervous smile.

" Yes I would love a tea, thank you"

Rand takes his cloak off to hang it on a hook if available to dry.

You now see Rand as a 5'8" human topped with red hair and a well-groomed beard which contrasts rather well with his steel grey eyes and fair tanned skin. He does have a somewhat imposing figure keeping himself well fit (Pelor does have the strength domain after all).

Looking towards Jaqir

" I sorry Jaqir but ah ..."

Rand looks towards the empty fireplace, the acolyte taking his time it seems.

Toe refuses the offer of tea. He sits idly for a while twirling his dagger around his fingers. Then sits up.

"So the kidnappings.... It must be related to the attack on the young priest. Too much of a coincidence.".

He then turns to Jaqir, "You mentioned issues you had with the orphanage. What did you mean by that?"

"I've been contemplating the words of the assailants. Warning the priest to stay away from the orphanage leads me to believe they intend to go back. They are...somehow...involved in the kidnapping, and by that I mean perpetrating it. The only other option is that they believed the priest was. And if that were the case, they would have accused him there and then I should think. We, the gathered audience, would have listened to their side if it had been in the pursuit of justice...so their guilt int he matter is...the only logical conclusion. Now I am cross with myself that we did not detain them." Kija rambles through these thoughts speaking both to the room at large and to no one specifically. Suddenly she looks up as though remembering she isn't alone.

"Sorry, I was lost in my own mind for a moment. We were exchanging names? Kija Fen. Wizard, specializing in divination and portents."

Jaqir smiles and moves towards the acolyte. Here, allow me to use some of my essence to give a bit of spark to it. he says happily, moving his hand in a small little circle ending with a snap of the fingers. Instantly, the pile of tinder and kindling in the fireplace flares into a small fire.

Now, just feed it normally. he says, winking at the acolyte.

Jaqir takes a large breath, as if he were going to launch into an explanation, but then stops. Were you ever orphaned or alone as a child Toe?

Toe's usual confident persona recedes for a brief moment at that question. With an uncharacteristically demurred voice he mutters "No." Then with a familiar smirk, "Anyway, I believe Lady Kija is on to something. There is only two possible conclusions - if we assume the assault is related to the kidnappings - and one of those conclusions doesn't make much sense. I recall in today's herald, this very church gave public support to the investigation of the kidnappings. This assault could be a response to that declaration."

"Well, not to delve to deep into speculation, but IF one were to commit a crime like this, it might be a good way to throw off suspicion if one were the first and/or loudest in condemning it. However, it is the least likely of conclusions. I mean innocent people don't go around with face paint to mask their identities."

"We're wasting time !", Fhenryl growled.

He was standing right next to the door, his body tense and looking obviously ill-at-ease within the massive marble structure of St Cuthbert's temple, what with the thick tapestries, the heavy candelabras, robed people walking around in hushed tones, and the sickening smell of incense... in fact the woodsman seemed like he was dying to spring out of the room at any moment, back onto the cobbled streets slick with rain. He gave the proffered tea a dismissive look. "The witch is right: the painted clowns are guilty and they must pay. We should have stomped the truth outta them there and then... but we let them get away to accompany a crippled priest, and now we're standing around doing fancy prattle while they're probably preparing to take more innocent people. Taking children...!". He spat disdainfully. "My brother. They have him, I can sense it."

His fists shaking and his face livid with barely contained rage, he concluded grimly: "I am going to track them down. I am going to find them. And if they did anything to Sdion, by all the ancient forest gods, I'm going to kill every last one of them."

The surly half-elf remained tense, but that last prophetic outburst seemed to have calmed his nerves somewhat. He seemed to snap back to his senses and suddenly walked up to the young novice carrying the tea tray, grabbed a cup of the scalding herbal beverage and downed it in one long gulp, barely taking the time to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve before grabbing another of the steaming cups, and proceed to sip at it a tad more leisurely, his eyes now slowly scanning around the room, as if taking the time to finally take the scenery in.

What is the best way to eliminate an encroaching ant colony? Do you squish the one or two you see taking sugar, or do you let them go back to their hill so you find the mound, where you seek out the queen and burn it all to the ground? Jaqir says, while a small wisp of smoke starts to curl up from his nostrils.

You are right that I think they are guilty, and they must pay. But my fury burns to see the entire group punished. Do not lose sight of that. These drones will suffer penance in due time. he goes on to say, a wicked smile curling his lips up. Gathering some information now and being blessed with a bit of legal authority makes our task that much easier Fhenryl.

Toe lets out a whistle. "2,500 gold pieces, that's quite the enticing bounty. Of course, no honorable person would be solely motivated by financial gain but, it doesn't hurt your cause. You have my swords sister."

Toe peruses the piece of paper.

"'Below the cauldron' seems obvious. We may be going underground - down the crater perhaps. "Where precious life is bought with gold." Sir Dracone, it seems you're correct about it being slavers. Rest of it, your guess is as good as mine." He hands the paper to the next in line.

The ranger looks quickly at the piece of parchment, before passing it to whoever wants to read it next. He seems nonplussed, as expected, but throws a quick look at the halfling swordsman, dryly saying: "Traps. Must be traps... doors with teeth."

Then his gaze falls on the woman standing in front of them: "Sister...", he says softly, and a little awkwardly, "I would have a word, please... My brother, Sdion, has been missing for some days. Your... people, they tend to the wounded yes ? I need to know: did he come this way? He has been missing. For almost a week. So I went through this crater-town and turned the taverns and all kinds of scum-dens upside down, trying to find signs of him, but no-one has seen him. He seems to have just... gone. If he came here, I need to know it !"...then he seems to pause a moment and adds, visibly with effort: "If it... would please you to help me, Sister. I will owe you."

Trying hard to control his obvious distress, he proceeds to describe his younger sibling as well as he can. His face is suffused with worry as he awaits Sister Jenya's answer.

"Malachite yields copper. Are there any copper mines in the area...? I know of the Taskerhill obsidian interests...do they have any works in the city itself?" Kija ponders handing the note to the next party member, again speaking to no one and everyone.

Taking the note Rand reads it over quickly

" Not sure how much help I could be, but I think an investigation may help with both of our interests. It's not publicly known but our church has been missing our three highest ranking priests, one of which is my mentor. "

Rand uncomfortable shifts slightly.

"I will offer my cleric services as aid but not for any coin. To conquer this great evil will be its own reward. But what would kidnappers want with 3 master Sun priests?"

"Hard to say, Rand. The first thing that comes to my mind is they want them for the same services you are offering us...healing magic. Where these three known for having a great amount of skill?"

She pauses for a moment biting her bottom lip, "And, apologies if this next question is to indelicate, but...are you positive they were taken against their will? I only ask so that we can clear any doubts. I mean, IF there is the possibility they went willingly, to perhaps take leadership positions in the slaver group...well...we need to rule that out if we can. No one is truly above suspicion until we know they are. Where they seen being taken? Or where there signs of a struggle?"

"If I may interject with a minor suggestion - perhaps it is too early in our investigation to offer a conclusion. Can we even say they were specifically targeted? Could they be targets of convenience? Were the orphans taken from the orphanage or in public space? Same question regarding the missing priests. Why don't we begin by visiting the scene of the crime - assuming this is known? See if there's anything amiss?

Sister, what information can you provide us about the kidnappings? Same to you brother Rand."

" Well, they were taken with no signs of a struggle and all were missing around the same time. I suppose there isn't anything credible to say they aren't involved. But I've known these people, were even raised by them I can't believe they would have a hand in this but logically I can't rule it out either "

Rand raises his right hand to his temple with a soft sigh.

"Kija to answer your question, yes all were masters of either healing miracles or medicine. However, they also mastered miracles of sunlight as well, divine power good against undead or anything weak to daylight"

Rand seems to come to a realization.

" I remember that one of the face painted bandits mentioned me as a 'green-gilled sunshine priest'. I was promoted to Alcolyte only a couple days ago, since the disappearances. It could have been a trivial taunt but maybe not .... "

Looking at Jenya

"Lady Urikas, has anyone from your church turned up missing as well?"

Jaqir happily accepts a tea and revels in the smooth scent of the beverage, sipping it softly as he watches the others talk about the possibilities for the culprits.

It is certainly too early to make a judgment regardless. Do any of you that spend more time in study of religious groups or local groups recognize the face paint they wore? That could help to guide us in where our next questions should be. he says in between sips. And Toe, I only ask because being in an orphanage is a - struggle - to put it lightly. You've likely noticed I'm a little stranger than the norm. It didn't help make my parents love me and it didn't help the matron there at the time treat me nicely. I singed countless drapes and papers before I learned better how to control my inborn power, but the emotional damage was done. I know many of the orphans I grew up with could have been lured away from that life with the promise of no more than an extra bowl of soup and a place to call home. Without finding them to ask, we won't know how they are being taken in order to watch for other issues.

Toe turns to Jaqir.

"You may have misunderstood me. If I seemed a bit... flustered by your inquiry, it wasn't anything to do with experience of an orphan. I do not doubt your circumstances were less than ideal. It's that your question brought to mind... someone..., whom I haven't seen in year and it conjured up wistful feelings in me. I wish to leave it at that. My apologies." With that Toe bow slightly toward Jaqir.

"I'm sorry to bring it up, it's just my nature to try and see a situation from every possible angle. It is what draws me to Divination magic, as I learn more I will be able to truths faster."

Toe cocks his eyeybrow and says, "Locks you say? Perhaps we should check out the orphanage and these locks in particular."

"Also, all mines being located outside the city... 'Look beyond the curtain'... Curtain could mean the malachite city walls. Sister, are there any mines you know of that leads directly underneath Cauldron?"

Fhenryl had listened intently at the Sister's account of her brief meeting with the stranger he had no doubt was his brother. His face tightened with a mix of elation and cool, concentrated focus as he strained to memorize everything she was telling him, in a desperate effort to make sense of these precious few bribes of information.

He did give a small start as she touched his forearm, and for a split second he'd made as if to shy away from this wholly unexpected contact, but soon his eyes lit up with warmth and gratitude, and he'd grabbed the indeed quite startled holy woman of St Cuthbert in a sudden bear hug, stopping short of choking the breath out of her.

After a second, he'd released his grip on the dazzed priestess, taken a half step away from her, and dropped to one knee, while staring at her in a new, intense look, then dramatically pawed at his chest as he pronounced the ritual of the an-a'ndreth*, his voice thick with emotion:

"From all the denizens of this gurgling meatbasket, you and you only offered help and spoke with truth and honor, your provided me with hope like a draught of clear, cool water after I'd toiled in darkness for many a moon. For this I shall give you my help, at this time and at one other time of your choosing."**

As he slowly stood, he kept his eyes on the priestess and as if to answer her intrigued expression, he said, switching back to Common: "The Forest Law commands it: In Kindness Or In Blood, So I Shall Repay... !"


*an-a'ndreth: a very ancient pledge that was of common use in the first elven settlements, either as a gift of service to retribute a good deed or as a blood oath to extract revenge against a perceived crime, the ritual phrase is used nowadays only in exceptional circumstances, but is still practiced and revered by most.
** translated from elvish

Rand takes one of the potions placing it in his jacket pocket.

"Thank you very much Lady Urikas. I hope we can end this vile plot before it goes any further."

Looking towards Kija.

" Sorry if I sounded cross Kija, don't feel that you need to apologize for your inquisitiveness at least to me. Your questions have merit. In fact, your directness is a nice change of pace from church conversation."

Looking to address Jaqir.

"It true Jaqir we can waste time speculating all night but what we really need are facts and proof. I shouldn't make judgments until we find out more."

Grabbing his cloak from the hook he left it on earlier, he looks to Dracone direction

" An investigation should take place as soon as possible Dracone and I do agree with staying together. However, I do have rounds to make back at the hospital in the temple and I cannot stay but will be back in an hour. You're more than welcome to come with if you feel that a strength in number will stop them. Also these clothes I'm wearing will do very little to stop a dagger in the shadows. I have equipment I may need."

Fhenryl edges closer to Toe, but his eyes are set on Kija and Jaqir. He still seems ill-at ease, enclosed indoors with so many strangers, but makes an effort to stay set on their task.
"Two-swords," he adresses the halfling with his gruff, sandpapered tone, "the witch and the warlock must surely have some magic they can use to see if anyone tempered with this place. You ask them !" he adds stiffly, for some reason unwilling to get too near any of the two casters.

"My brother was being pursued and now he's disappeared. He talked about cages. There are other people who were taken, like he was. There is information to be gained from them." he declares, as he waits for an answer from the assembly.

Toe looks up at Fhenryl with a smile, "Patience my dour-faced friend." He follows this with a feigned gravity in his voice, "Rushing things only invites error, and in situations such as this, a single error could mean life or death! We especially do not want to provoke the conspirators wantonly and without strategic necessity."

"Besides, though Lady Kija seems to possess quite capable intellect - and a self-professed diviner, if she had the relevant information to share or ability to divine them now, I'd imagine she would already have shared them. As for sir Jaqir, his domain of specialty seems to be more of the incineration kind than divination."

Addressing Fhenryl directly, "Indeed, if there was anything I could do now, I would not hesitate to try. As it stands, I am not that powerful of a wizard. My spells can't reveal that much. Even going to the orphanage is unlikely to yield much information via magic, but we should still try. I think we should let the children sleep, we can look for clues in the morning."

Turning back to Toe she offers a smile of thanks.

Standing before the building with the group, Rand is now outfitted with his scale mail and heavy wooden shield. Carrying a quiver of 4 javelins at his back. His sun holy symbol hanging prominently from his neck.

" Yes, well this rightly looks ripped from a nightmare."

Closes his eyes immediately in forgiveness.

" Sorry Jaqir, so now that we're here whats the plan then?"

Toe looks around the party, "Well, one of us should make use of that knocker and get the attention of someone inside. I'd volunteer but alas they're position a bit high for a halfling." With a playful grumble he adds "Sadly almost nothing in this city is designed with due consideration to halflings."

"I'd offer you a boost master halfling, if that would be no an insult to your dignity, or an inefficient use of our time. Instead, I will bravely step forward and knock for us." With a smile and slight bow to Toe, Kija steps forward and uses the knocker to announce the parties arrival.

"I don't know about 'nightmare', it's a grim visage to be sure, but they suffered a tragedy. The shutters being closed is only right, and as a charity, they take what they are given. They probably didn't build this house."

Toe smiles and tips his hat towards Kija.

"I am honored by your considerate words, Lady Kija. But, my dignity isn't so fragile as to be broken by a mere boost from a woman of such grace and virtue."

He continues to wait for an answer inside the orphanage, while casually examining the knocker and the barred windows.

The ranger is looking quizzically at the building, then back at Jaqir, standing next to him. He seems to be making an effort to overcome his reticence in dealing with witches and sorcerers, and he soon asks his red-skinned companion:

"They keep children enclosed in places such as these ?"

The woodsman seems flabbergasted by the thought. How could anyone thrive while growing up in a place without light, without trees?

It's been almost ten years since I left, when I was twelve years old. I would think our first step is to see if the headmistress is in. She was - well - we weren't always on the best of terms, but she treated me better than any other adult had before her. he shakes his head as they wait for a response to the knock.

Yes Fhenryl, when there are children without parents to watch them or a tribe to call them theirs, institutions like this give them a roof and meals and a place to sleep. It isn't perfect, not by any stretch. But As bad as some of the times were, it was better than I'd have been able to do on the street alone. It was really the only home I knew before I left because I'd gotten 'too old' to suffer their instructions. Jaqir says, fingers drawing the quotations around too old in the air. I could have possibly stayed, but I was a bit - ah - hot headed?

Fhen grunts in response to the Fire Sorcerer's explanations, nodding as he takes it all in. He then turns towards the door and as it remains closed he mumbles impatiently: "I will have a look around...", before proceeding to scan the area around the facade and the sides of the house, looking for tracks or any indices of passage.

Heya Gretchen, it's good to see you too! We are acquaintances of need for the moment, though all are good people. The head priestess at the temple of St. Cuthbert actually asked if we could help look into the kidnappings. We all came upon a pair of painted men beating up a cleric last night and to a one we stepped up to keep the man whole. I know the kinds of things that would entice kids away and wanted to see if I could help, after all the help you gave me. he says, smiling warmly at her.

Plus, I was hoping Patch would be around. It's been too long since I've been back. It would do me good to say hi if I could?

"Well, Jaqir, I think you should take the lead here, especially in interviewing the orphans as no one here can empathize with them like you can - at least that is my humble suggestion. In the meantime, I'd like to examine the dormitory from whence the kidnapping occurred. Would anyone like to join me? Matron Gretchen, could you point me to the scene of the kidnappings?"

" Yes Toe, I'll accompany you. Also, Matron Gretchen have the windows always been double bolted like this or all of them closed for that matter even before the kidnapping?"

"Come, Brother Rand, come. The game is afoot!"

With that Toe walks upstairs with Rand to the dormitories. Toe being eye level to the knobs carefully examines the locks on the doors first.

Kneeling down beside Toe.

" So Toe, what are we looking for?"

"I'm not sure Brother Rand. I have no idea what exactly I'm looking for but... Do you remember the riddle that Sister Jenya showed us? It mentioned something about locks being the key. And when she mentioned that the orphanage has locks installed... I don't know, I figured why not take it literally and at least take a gander at these locks. Couldn't hurt."

"Matron, of the people who came to investigate so far, have they tried looking for residual magical energies? I would like to visit the areas where the children vanished. It's unlikely at this point that I will find anything...days have passed, but it is my realm of expertise so I will start there."

Toe shows Rand the stamp.

"What do you think of this? Locksmith's signature no doubt? When we're done here maybe we should visit the locksmith."Then pausing and thinking for a moment, Toe asks Rand, "Uh, do you, perchance, know whose stamp this is?"

Rand ponders a moment.

Fhenryl had remained on the edge of the assembled group as was his custom, quietly scanning the room and listening in on the conversation. As the group started to spread out on their various investigative tasks, he came closer to Gretchen and asked in his hoarse, husky tone: "You mentioned a back door and a basement. Do you also have some sort of yard out back? Is it often used ? Whoever broke in may have left tracks there..."

As he waits for the halfling matron´s answer he feels a tinge of curiosity as to who may be living in the basement, but quickly checks himself: this is nothing that directly concerns him, and in any case the Red Man (i.e. Jaqir) would see to that.

Kija proceeds to the area where the female children where taken and casts Detect Magic. She intently scans the area looking for residual magical energy. When she is done there, she will moves to the boys dorms and do the same.

Fhen grunts his understanding and announces: "I´d better have a look there, then."

As he gets to the back door, he stops for a moment as if remembering something.
"Thanks." he snorts, before turning his back on Gretchen and making his way into the park.

Once there, he focuses his skills on examining the grounds, looking for clues.

Rand comes to a realization.

" Aye, these are Ghelve's locks."

"Thank you Brother. That information may bear some fruit in this investigation... Gods willing."

Toe nods to Kija in acknowledgement as he sees her go into the dormitories.

"Should we join the lady diviner and give the dormitories a once over?" Toe asks Rand and goes into each dormitory and take a look around looking for anything that stands out big or small, presumably with Rand.

" Good idea Toe, an extra head going over the scene could make sure we don't overlook anything. Unless of course we just prove to be in Kija's way."

Rand walks beside Toe.

After her investigation Kija looks dejected. "If they used magic to get in, there is no trace left. Sorry, my plan is a bust."

Fhenryl stiffens as he comes across the mark of the smoking eye: this is what his brother had mentioned to Sister Jenya as he came to St Cuthbert's temple!
He kneels next to the small hoof prints, trying to recall if he came across this type of creature before, his eyes peeled for further tracks that may give an indication as to where the creature came from, or where it was going.

Fhenryl concentrates as he tries to recall where he saw similar tracks on his forest hunts and wanderings. All the while, the image of his brother comes to haunt him. Sdion mentioned cages: is this smoking eye a secret slavers' cult? What do they do with those they capture? Why was his brother seemingly so agitated, what did he find out that had him so worked up? Who are these hoofed creatures, who sent them ?

His attention goes back to the tracks in front of him...

"Brother Rand, Lady Kija, and I have searched through the dormitories. We found on the locks to the dormitories, a stamped G, which according to Brother Rand is a signature of a local locksmith named Ghelve. Usually, this wouldn't be of any interest, however, given the line in the riddle produced by Sister Jenya's precious artifact, 'Locks are the key to finding them', it may be a lead. Other that that, we unfortunately come empty handed."

Earlier
Jaqir nods softly at the suggestion. I will check in on Patch first, just to say hi. While my associates search the facility, could you help me find a quiet place to talk with the kids together and then separately Gretchen? I want to make sure they are comfortable when we talk.

Once the talking space is identified
Jaqir heads to Patch's room and knocks softly on the door.

"Althan'aan Elethyll'nayth ! May the Seven Devils From The Deep take them all !"

Fhenryl curses under his breath, the normally soft elven speech sounding strangely alien, spoken in the ranger's raspy, rugged tones.

Rubbing his jaw reflectively, he proceeds to make his way back towards the house. Once there, he goes straight to find Gretchen and whoever is still standing in the main room.

"I found something out back. Tracks. Like a small pig, or a goat, but on two legs. Not sure what." he says in a surly tone. "And a symbol carved on a tree... Eye symbol. With smoke coming out of it."
His eyes are set icily into the distance, as if attempting to drill a hole through the wall with the sheer intensity of their stare. His teeth are once again clenched and his razor-thin lips stretch in an angry, mirthless grin.

"A cult. It's a slavers cult, I'm sure of it...!" he hisses, apparently speaking more to himself that addressing anyone in the small room, before adding ominously: "I'll hang their insides to dry like beavers' skins, I swear it by the Old Forest Gods!"

"That... is rather creepy, especially for a young boy to be doodling I must say. So, it seems we have a few leads:
1. The locksmith,
2. Lord Vhalantru - who may have influence over the orphanage,
3. Creepy smoking eye symbol that is somehow connected to one of the kidnapped boys.

Now, hopefully sir Jaqir will return to us with something a bit less puzzling and more concrete."

Toe will patiently wait for Jaqir's return after his investigations in the waiting room. In the meantime, Toe will ask Gretchen a few questions.

"Lady Gretchen, what can you tell us about the locksmith who installed the locks in the boys' and girls' dormitories? I believe Ghelve is his name? And, does Lord Vhalantru have free access in and out of this orphanage?"

Aye, it's the missing littles that brought me today. Life has been ok, found some exciting truths about myself since I left. But I've been meanin' to stop by though, to see you. I'm glad you were awake. How've you been old friend? Jaqir says, holding out his hand to hopefully embrace the other man's forearm in greeting.

Kija lets out a small sound. Nothing specific but it communicates a level of displeasure at the matron's words. "Young charming men are not usually prone to giving their wealth to the causes of orphans. Do you know if Vhalantru is married, or has ever lost a child...or a sibling, to tragedy?" She pauses, her eyes go a little vacant for a moment as she ponders another idea quickly. "Does...or did he pay any particular attention to a specific child? Do any of the children remind you of Vhalantru, in a physical capacity? Eye and hair color, facial structure, density of freckles?"

"That is quite a keen observation Lady Kija, perhaps we can try to arrange an audience with this young charming noble. We also have this Keyvan Ghelve that we can visit. Rather appropriate name that."

He looks around to his companions.

"Once Jaqir is back we should decide on our next course of action. I will abide by whatever the group decides."

Fhenryl had started pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed in thought and his face slowly turning a nasty purple in his impatience to get on with their search. He finally brought himself to a stop and turned towards Kija and Rand with an exasperated, fuming expression:
"You witch, and you, Sun-servant! You know of no such symbol as the one I described? There must be ancient stories about such things, old tales, mayhaps forgotten prayers...?", he shook his mane of plaited black locks in frustration. "As for the young lordling, leave me a moment alone with him and we shall soon find out if he has anything to hide or shame himself for !", he said to Kija with a feral grin.

The mere mention of beating local aristocracy to a pulp appearing to have calmed his nerves somewhat, the half-elf took a deep breath and raked his fingers through his hair, turned towards the direction Jaqir had taken and concluded: "In any case we must wait for the Red One. He is taking time to come back. Probably this is a good sign, and he will have valuable information to provide."

OOC:
Not sure if anyone else can, or wants to try a knowledge check on that symbol, but may be worth a try... and as far as identifying the tracks, I wouldn't know if anyone had the skill available to try a second look there, as well.

Kija looks abashed as she responds to Gretchen, "My apologies Matron, I did not mean to slander Lord Vhalantru's character. I was attempting to work through all possible options. If, as you say, he is a well known philanthropist and possible an orphan himself, then his conduct is entirely reasonable. I am not judging anyone before facts are known, and I am willing to accept proof of innocence or guilt that is verifiable. We cannot know what we do not know."

Turning to the half elf, her expression settles into a flat unreadable one. "You ranger, when you call me witch...do you use that word out of ignorance or malice? My name is Kija Fen. I am a Wizard. I have spent years training my mind to master the energies that bind this world. Few mortals in this realm have the capacity to do what I can do. A [/i]witch[/i] has sold their soul for paltry gifts of power, where as I have set myself on a path that I will blaze for myself. I am no mere witch and I expect you to adjust your way of thinking."

Nah Patch, you aren't a piece of shit at all. I can see how you'd think it might of been your fault, but think on it for a minute. If they had asked you to introduce them to the kid or you had given them keys to the orphanage, it'd be your fault maybe. But Hells below brother, you did what any of us would have. Watched a little for a chance at an honest wage, and you picked up some skills out of it? No, this isn't on you old friend. I won't mention more than needs be to Gretchen, but I do agree that the Last Laugh is somehow involved. I'll ask around with some of the folks that I'm working with now, see if they know anything about it. Jaq says, squeezing the other man's shoulder firmly.

Hey, any way to identify these Last Laugh guys? We were all walking alone last night and saw some guys beating up a cleric of St. Cuthbert. I'm starting to wonder if it was them? he says, hoping his words lifted Patch's spirits some.

Rand appears skittish after being addressed by Fheneryl.

" What Kija has said is true Fheneryl, it's also considered rude and insulting to address people other than by name. It demeans us and you for that matter. I understand you might not be used to interacting with people in this matter. So please I ask of you."

Rand holds out his hand toward Fheneryl.

" Call me Rand."

Toe feeling the tension in the room rising, scrunches his face as if annoyed. He stands up on the chair he was sitting on, trying to get to eye level with everyone.

"Gentlemen, and Lady, let us focus on the task at hand. The half elf huntsman here is undoubtedly uncouth - insultingly so - but, I believe his heart is in the right place. I've no doubt about it. I understand someone important to him may have been taken by the same culprit as the orphanage kidnappers. Our goals are aligned. This has a whiff of something bigger, conspiratorial even. At present, it is better that we work together and hash out personal slights at a later time."

He then turns to Fheneryl.

"Now good huntsman. You may be spoiled in your hermetic ways. It seems obvious you don't socialize much among other men and women. But, I think you're wise enough to know that you need us more than we need you. And if you decide you'd rather make valuable allies than isolate yourself further, it would behoove you to learn just a modicum of social niceties. More bluntly, learn to play nice with others and be... a little less intense or something."

Satisfied with the lecture - and himself, a bit smugly - Toe sits back down and continues his wait for Jaqir's return.

The half-elven woodsman stiffens at the wave of reprobation coming from his new companions, his face tense with supressed fury as one after another schools him on his behaviour. He stands his ground in the midst of the group, his brow furrowing, his face glowering and his knuckles whitening as he listens in silence to what each of them has to say. After a few tense seconds, he makes a visible effort to control his temper and stares at each and everyone of them with intent, slowly exhaling as he says between clenched teeth:

"You are right. Your so-called civilization is something that doesn't make much sense where I come from."

He turns towards Dracone as he continues: "In the lands I come from, blood is not something shameful. A burst eyebrow and a few broken teeth are not something we fear or cringe from, be they either given, or received. Yet I am not too proud to hear your words and bow to your rules", the wild half-human says without an ounce of irony, "This meatpot here is your world, not mine. I will accept that. For now."

He then gives Kija an unphased look as he declares starkly: "You can choose to be insulted if you so wish. But know that I, Fhenryl Thuath'An'Anthl, do not waste my breath in petty insinuations. I shall call you what you wish to be called."

Finally addressing the whole group: "Let's have no more of this ballroom prattling. If I have offended anyone, so be it. We must find this cult and not stand here wasting our time. Where is the Red Man ? I have spent too long inside this place, already...!"

Yeah, yeah they did. Thanks for the information Patch, I know it isn't easy to tell someone what you did. I will make sure that if Gretchen asks at all, that she knows you weren't doing anythin' but helpin' the littles. They did threaten the cleric, told him to stay away from the orphanage. I definitely think these guys are involved. Hey, once I get this all squared, would you want to join me and we'll go off and see what good we can bring to the world? Jaqir says, mind racing as he puts the dots together. After a bit, Jaqir comes back into the main room, face somewhat pulled together in thought.

Sorry for the delay all, I think I have some other stuff to dig into. I don't know that we'll need to bother the littles at all. he says, giving Gretchen's shoulder a squeeze.

"Sir Jaqir, I think it's best we work in concert on this investigation. Why not share with the rest of us what you have found? What do you mean by other stuff? We have found several possible leads ourselves."

Toe briefs Jaqir on the leads party has found.Toe listens to Jaqir's tale intently.

"Interesting indeed. That may be the strongest lead yet. Lady Kija, will you provide us with your consult? What's our best course of action next?"

"Consider the matter behind us Fhenryl and I will. As for the next course of action...I agree that consulting the locksmith is necessary. With the addition of this Last Laugh group, I think wonder if we might divide our efforts for a moment. One of us who can disquise their visage could try to make contact with the gang. Perhaps we can set up a sting of some sort and either foil their efforts and learn how their operation works."

Fhenryl nods gravely as he acknowledges Kija's and Toe's words, and edges closer to the latter and to Jaqir as he says: "I agree with the wi... Enchantress Kee-j'ah. I am not one for disguises and fancy words, but I can tell a lie from a truth and I will melt into the shadows, waiting for the time to strike." he says proudly, before pointing to the sorcerer and the halfling: "The Half-Man is also speaking truth when he considers the dangers of this plan, and as for the Red One, he has the best link to the gang..." he then seems to grasp on to something as he hesitantly - and with visible difficulties - corrects himself, "... that is, Master Towh and Master Ja-kieer, both seem to know the ways of devious speech and trickery. I shall remain hidden, make sure our allies stay safe and be ready to pounce on these bandits scum, should the need arise."

" Although I'm for a non-invasive tactic to get information from the Last laugh, they do know who we are which will make infiltration difficult."

Looking around the room at everyone, you see Rand give a defeated sigh.

" What if we took a more direct approach for answers?"

"Good morning, Master Ghelve! I am called Tovuk Tinkerton - a mere humble trick fencer. Am honored to be in the presence such master craftsman. And being here now, I can clearly see your venerable reputation is well-earned." Toe bows deeply with his hat to his chest.

"We're here to inquire about one of your fine works. In particular, we find your exquisite pieces at the the orphanage of interest to us. Can you tell us about them?"

"And good morning to you as well, Master Tovuk." Keygan echoes back. "Thank you for your kind words, but I'm no master. The lesson I've learned most keenly over the years is that I actually know very little." He pauses to smile politely at his guests before continuing. "I did craft and install the locks at the orphanage. That was more than twenty years ago now. In fact, I've done most of the shops and government buildings in the city. Why do you ask?"

"I am Kija Fen, Master Ghelve, and no doubt you have heard of the tragic news that befell the orphanage? We intend to do what we can to find the missing children. In our inspection of the crime scene, we could not help but notice your work. We have come to get your insight into the situation. We hoped you might have some thoughts on how it is that the children were able to leave the building without any obvious signs of tampering. Specifically with your locks. I hope I am not asking you to reveal any trade secrets, but...is it possible to see the mechanism you used on that building? Preferably without the casing so the inner workings can be viewed?"

Keygan scratches his head nervously. "No signs of tampering, huh? That's just not possible unless... well... um. Here, let me show you." He takes a few steps toward the back of the room, toward a door that sits next to the big rack full of keys, and then stops suddenly, grimacing in pain. "You know what? I don't think I can help you, actually. It's been quite a long time since I put those locks in and I'm not sure I remember what exactly I did. I'm sorry... unless you'd like to purchase something I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Rand takes a hard look to read Keygan.

Toe says in low voice, "Master Keygan. If you're in trouble somehow - being extorted, blackmailed? We can help. If this is somehow tied to the kidnappings, time is of the essence. Think of the orphans! We don't know what these kidnappers are capable of. We believe they may be slavers. Please, if you know anything... before we lose all trace of the poor kids."

Standing near the door, Fhenryl is watching the lockmaker's interaction with Toe intently. The halfling and Kija seemingly having a firm handle on the situation, he will simply make sure that Keygan doesn't try anything stupid, like running off to a hidden backdoor to attempt to flee, for example.

At some point he will have a discreet look outside, making sure that no-one is spying on them, or trying to come into the shop. He will discourage eventual customers by barring the door and grunting gruffly: "Place is closed, there's been a death in the family...Now, git !" to anyone looking like they may want to barge in.

Keygan nods at Toe and returns to the counter saying rather loudly, "I'm sorry I couldn't be more help to you all. I wish you the best of luck in your investigation." As he talks, he grabs an ink pen and a piece of paper and scrawls a hurried message: "Upstairs. Always watching. Please help."

"Fhennryl...come look at this for a moment. I think this is exactly the item we were looking for." Kija sees the note and turns to the nearest item for sale. She holds on hand near her face, pointing up above her. She hopes to alert the half-elf to the trouble upstairs without being noticed.

Fhenryl sizes up the situation in an instant, and imperceptibly nods his head while holding the enchantress's eye to signal he understands. He then says loudly for anyone to hear: "Nah, way too small, too fragile. What we need is something more like this... here, let me show you. Two-swords, give me that paper, I'll draw it out for you !"
Walking decidedly towards the counter, he grabs the paper that Keygan had scribbled on, takes one quick look at the message -at which point he takes a second to stare wordlessly right at the gnome, then at Toe standing next to him- then grabs the ink pen and writes the following message, for all to see:

Badies are upstars?
I go out, den climbe thru weendow.
Anyoen come with ?
Love, Fhen.

He says loudly and a tad stiffly: "See? This is what I want, not this puny thing there... We're wasting our time here ! I have better things to do that fiddle with these gnomish trinkets !"
He then turns to face Rand, Jaqir and Kija, with his back to the curtain, and there's a very strange nervous tick distorting his facial features. After a moment, they all realize this must be the ranger's attempt at winking.

He then very purposefully and very blatantly leaves the shop, stomping his feet for effect.

Once in the street he will look for a discreet way to scale the building to make it to the upper floor.

Jaqir stands quietly by, his hood drawn up as the locksmith interaction goes on. When he sees Fhenryl's note, he nods at him and thumps his chest once, following the other's lead in noisily leaving the shop.

Toe says in deliberately loud voice (but not so loud to make it seem obvious). "That's alright Master Ghelve. If you hear anything let us know."

Toe stealthily moves back to where the party is. He whispers "Stairs going up. I can scout it out and come back to report. If you hear me scream that's your cue that I'm in trouble and come to my rescue." He winks at the party. He proceeds to very carefully go beyond the curtains and walk up the stairs.

Fhen freezes on his way out of the shop as he remembers the iron bars on the windows outside. Stifling a curse, he swiftly whirls about and subtly dives into a crouch behind the counter, making his way behind Toe as they both start to advance stealthily towards the red curtains. He gives Jaqir and the remainder of the group a nod as he grabs a grim-looking stone warhammer with a short wooden handle wrapped in leather with one hand, and a small cleaver made out of sharpened, dented bone and covered in tribal markings in the other, then returns his focus towards the back of the shop, soon climbing up the stairs on the halfling's heels.

Rand nods acknowledging Toe. Then makes eye contact with Dracone while slowly drawing his mace from his belt and quietly waits for Toes signal.

Jaqir attempts to perceive.

Kija starts to follow up the stairs, but stops, remembering she shouldn't go barging in when bigger people with swords are there for that reason. She ducks behind one of the displays/chairs near the hearth and readies herself, taking out her crossbow but not loading it so it doesn't make any noise.

Fhenryl tenses up for action, the hairs at the back of his neck bristling, heavy crossbow at the ready.

Toe puts his hand over the hilt of his rapier as he walks carefully towards end of the hall where the movement and the blue orbs were spotted by Jaqir.

Raising his shield Rand waits while the others travel ahead.

Toe nimbly ducks and dodges the chameleon humanoid's attack. Toe sees his opening and recalling back to his training, he uses his small size against the attacker and quickly rolls into the its space, between its legs. He then in one quick motion unsheaths and thrusts his rapier upwards to the foe's backside. Toe whispers to himself, "I can't believe that worked. You're a genius Alders!"

Fhenryl instinctively lets out a cry of alarm as their very unusual-looking opponent reveals himself, then his brow rises even higher in surprise when he witnesses his new halfling comrade plunging head first in between the blue humanoid's legs. As the mouser emerges on their enemy's blind side brandishing his small, flexible blade, the ranger instantly understands he has to grasp the opportunity to strike: in one split second, he lets a bolt fly loose at the creature's face then lets the big crossbow fall by his side as he grabs his warhammer in both hands with a fluid, practiced movement and closes the distance between them in a few wide, bounding steps.

" By Pelor's light!"

Rand runs up the stairs in a panic stopping just behind the skulk trying to take advantage of Toes position.

Jaqir moves up only so far as to see the closest enemy to their group. With a smile, he begins uttering some magical words and a ball of ice slowly spins in his hand for an instant before flaring into a ball of flame. With a thrust of his hand, a tight beam of searing air and embers blasts towards the creature.

Casting ray of frost as a fire spell, using my Bloodline Arcana. Ranged touch attack.
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9
F: 2/R: 3/W: 2 | DR: 5/fire
1st 5/5 (DC16/17)

Alerted by the sound of rushing footsteps behind him, Fhenryl stops in his tracks and pivots into a half-crouch to face the incoming strike of another creature, barely deflecting the short, vicious-looking blade of the blue-skinned thug with a hasty strike of his hammer. The two weapons give out a loud 'clang' as they bounce off each-other.

With a roar of anger, and using the weight of his own weapon, he then extends its swing into a full spin, expecting to ram the tapered end of the hammer right into the Skulk's shoulder, but swears under his breath as the stone wedge only meets thin air, widely missing the mark with a great swooshing sound, as its target lithely side-steps the counter-attack and keeps hovering just out of reach, looking for an angle to get past Fhenryl's guard.

The two adversaries take a moment to take each-other's measure, their bodies tensing up for the oncoming showdown.

"Take them alive ! Remember we need answers !", the ranger shouts at his companions, before his eyes settle on the humanoid facing him, hardening in a cold, steely glare: "Not you, though, Rhur'kaash*. Backstabbers and cowards don't find mercy, where I'm from..." he growls menacingly. *Rhur'kaash: a small forest lizard, usually blue or purple in color. They are reknown to be very fond of stealing birds eggs and by extension their name is used to design someone of low morals, like a burglar or a thief.

Rand makes a quick nod to Fhenryle,

" Oh the nine HELLS!"

Rands let's the head of his mace drop and rest on the top of his hand while the pummel sticks out from the bottom of his fist.

" Say good night."

Rand taking his mace in hand does a backhanded swing with the pummel protruding out. With a backhanded swing, he aims to hit the back of the skulks head!

Jaqir growls as the blast shoots off course. Another muttered word and another ray of searing heat explodes forward from his hand towards the nearest target.

Casting ray of frost as a fire spell, using my Bloodline Arcana. Ranged touch attack.
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9
F: 2/R: 3/W: 2 | DR: 5/fire
1st 5/5 (DC16/17)

Elveron having taken a slice to the face and knowing they need these things alive, swings his flail in a low arc and tries to take out his oponents legs.

Taking advantage of the skulk's confusion, seeing the creature being assailed from all sides, Fhenryl swipes his hammer towards its face, just as it's squaring off against Rand's parrying blow.

Toe thrusts his rapier aimed at the pommel of the creature's shortsword attempting to disarm it.

With a tired and winded expression, Rand makes another soft lunge at the Skulk.

Jaqir pushes his hood back off his head, letting his eyes burn brightly with a guttural roar as he sends another blast of power outward, this time targeting the unarmed skulk.

Casting ray of frost as a fire spell, using my Bloodline Arcana. Ranged touch attack.
AC: 13 | HP: 9/9
F: 2/R: 3/W: 2 | DR: 5/fire
1st 5/5 (DC16/17)

Dracone, not happy with the thing jumping out of the way, decides to strike again. Raising his shield to protect him from his opponents weapon, he spins the flail twice before again taking a low swing at his legs.

"Yield fiend! Lest we make shish kabob (or whatever fantasy equivalent) out of you."

Fhenryl lets out a wild scream of anger as he sees the sun cleric's face contorting in pain as he's skewered by their opponent.
Grunting with rage and effort, the half-elven ranger takes a two-handed swing at the blue-skinned creature's face, putting in all his strength in a mighty sidewise blow.

Feeling his warm blood run from his rib down his leg, Rand can start to feel the cold creeping in, with a throbbing headache drowning out the noise of combat.

He staggering slightly, closes his eyes. A burst of dim sunlight explodes from Rand giving everyone a sense of warmth and energy.

As the skulk's sword clatters to the floor, Toe kicks it over the edge of the balcony to land on the rug below. He demands that the creature surrender. At that moment, Fhenryl lets out a guttural cry of rage and smashes the butt of his warhammer into the face of the second skulk, crushing its skull and killing it instantly. The creature's body slumps to the ground, lifeless. Toe pokes the tip of his sword into his foe, indicating that the same fate would soon befall him unless he surrenders. The skulk slowly puts his hands up, saying nothing but glaring coldly at Fhenryl with his piercing blue eyes. The dark creeper lets go of his weapon as well, putting his hands up from where he lay sprawled on the floor at the top of the stairs.

Keygan rushes through the curtain below and looks up to assess the fight. "It's over already? You guys are something. I just went to lock the front door. It's been less than 30 seconds! These creatures have been tormenting me for months."

His chest still heaving with fury, Fhenryl sustains the glare of the remaining skulk for just long enough to make his thoughts about the creature's chances of survival abundantly clear, while wiping his weapon slowly on the carcass of his dead partner. After giving Rand a quick look to make sure the godly man isn't bleeding out, he approaches the creeper in slow, measured steps.

He comes to a stop mere inches from the half-goat, and stares at him squarely in the face, saying nothing, glowering at the creature and looking very intently at his hoofed feet. Then back at the creeper's face. Then he abruptly head-butts the creeper square in the nose, smashing it in a spray of scarlet.

As the hoofed humanoid screams in surprise and pain and attempts to stop the bleeding, reaching out to the mess of what used to be its nose, the feral half-elven has already grabbed it by the throat and shoved the back of its head against the nearest wall.

His teeth clenched in a rictus of savage, yet cold fury, the ranger pushes his face right against the creeper and roars: "THE CHILDREN: WHERE ARE THEY? I know you took them , you cloven-footed, sorry excuse for a half-human being. You better speak. NOW !!!"

Toe, while still having his rapier trained on the skulk, asks aloud to his companions, "Does anyone have a length of rope with them to restrain these ne'er-do-wells?"

He turns his attention back to the skulk. He speaks in a gentle tone, "Now listen, I know you can understand me. You certainly understood enough to obey. And if you can understand Common, it's likely you can speak it. So speak while there's still chance to hold my friend here at bay." Toe nods towards Fhenryl "I don't know how much longer I can. As you can see, he's a bit... unhinged. Tell us all you know about this kidnapping operation, post-haste! We know you're all part of it."

" We should take them to the authorities as soon as we can."

Holding his side you hear Rand give a small prayer, his hand against his side begins to glow then fades.

It is very obvious that we need to make our way to this fortress as soon as possible. As Rand has stated, these criminals need to be turned over. The question I have though is one: Do we tell the Authorities everything we know and risk a mob of citizens going to free the children or two: do we inform them we have a lead and will investigate it and keep them posted. I personally think, if we withhold specifics, we will have a better chance of saving the children.