Grint's swing swings again close, but the dwarf ducks in time.
"Pah, is that the best you humans got?"
His boasting is followed by Sivar swinging his fauchard, very nearly scraping Grint's thighs.
Father Burdock swings his hammer at the mad bomber in front of him.
This dwarf too is a tricky one.
Thorn's turn
Thorn considers his options and thinks knowing the enemy on his side was relatively weakened it would likely be the case for his allies side, surely. His wounds healed up he martials in the direction he last heard the precocious spellcaster, right past the unknown Dwarves.
Had it not been for the fog, Thorn would feel the wrath of an angry dwarf. Emerging from the fog, Thorn sees no sign of the dwarf who kidnapped Elsa.
Elsa is bound and her mouth covered.
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Father Burdock evades the swing of the hammer. Blue then disappears into the fog, as he 5ft steps away.
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Grint
Father Burdock, Sivar & Thorn
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Green (-11) & Purple
Thorn sees a crowd of confused dwarves ahead and to his immediate right is a dark alley.
There is also a cellar door, slightly ajar.
Thorn looks around and speaks up, the battle Fervor steeling his voice " Did anyone see a Dwarf carrying a blonde human? Which way did he take her? Please, for she is being kidnapped " he awaits their responses before making his decision.
The dwarves answer in confusion:
Dwarf #1: "He went into the alley."
Dwarf #2: "What? I saw him enter the cellar."
Dwarf #3: "No no, i clearly saw him run past the wagon on the left side of the street."
You recall of magics able to produce images of people or animals.
Any bard or wizard can produce simple images, but the most potent require the caster to be very powerful.
With three different sightings, it would not be impossible such magics were used.
With Thorn headed off into the fog in pursuit, Grint, Father Burdock & Sivar are left with the three dwarves.
Your turn guys.
Remembering such things with magic, especially being that it would need to be powerful caster to make such effects Thorn cast Light to illuminate his Axe and stretch both into the alley and slightly into the cellar.
While the cellar is opened and faint hints of footprints, your guess is there's too much dust to be from the dwarf.
The dark alley stretches further than your light spell reveals.
Though bound properly, you still see most of the scenery you're being carried through.
A few corners in alleys are cut and your captor is stopping under a shady looking cover above a door. Something is spoken in dwarven between the two, and the door opens.
You're carried down a stairs and a small tunnel, for what feels like half an hour.
As you're being carried, the one carrying you switches to common.
"No need to wait fer long lass, he'll be there soon, as will we."
Eventually, you come up a stairs into another house.
This one looks with a bit more wear, and the furniture is designed more for dwarfs. The room is spacious but modest, and you see a large table in the center, illuminated by an oil lamp.
Placed upon a seat, you notice upon a chair hangs a fur cape with a hood.
Moreover, a solid hatchet lies there too, the like of which is a match to the Ulfen hatchet found at one of the skirmish sites.
Thorn goes further down the alleyway. " I think she went this way. "
"Yow!!"
Grint hits the dwarf this time.
Father Burdock & Sivar
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Green (-11) & Purple (-13)
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Sivar has another go at purple
Were it not for the fog, Sivar's strike would have cut the fighting from the dwarf.
Father Burdock makes another swing at blue, as he steps up through the fog.
*Thump*
Blue gets a strike over the head.
Who then yells out in dwarven.
"He's taken off, break off the attack!"
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Father Burdock: "They're talking about running."
Grint & Father Burdock see their respective targets break away, to disappear into the fog.
Elsa ignores the speaker, instead focusing on her bindings and perhaps getting out of them.
The bonds are pretty tight.
A door is shut to the east and a muscular ulfen with a braided beard, dressed in leather and fur comes into view.
He sits down on a chair opposite from you.
Skald: "Nå nu, har jeg endelig fundet dig, dame Elsa.
Den diviner din kære mor og søster anbefalede var vrøvl at komme i kontakt med, men her vi begge er. Jeg er Sven Lörgen.
Se, din familie kaldt i min families tracking tjenester mange gange gennem årene.
Denne gang for at finde dig og bringe dig hjem. Ikke noget personligt, unge dame.
Vi vil forlade så snart transport arrangement er blevet foretaget."
"Enhver kommentar før vi hovedet tilbage?"
He loosens the restraints on your mouth.
[spoiler=Translation from spoiler]
"Well now, i have finally found you, lady Elsa.
The diviner your dear mother and sister recommended was a fuss to get in contact with, but here we both are. I am Sven Lörgen.
See, your family has called in my family's tracking services many times over the years.
This time to find you and bring you home. Nothing personal, young lady.
We'll leave as soon as transport arrangement have been made."
"Any comment before we head back?"
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Sivar follows Burdock guarding against any further attacks.
Grint has a general idea where one of the escaping dwarves headed off to, which turns out to be a dark alley.
With Father Burdock's dark vision, he has no troubles leading Grint & Sivar down the alley one of the dwarves ran into.
If only they had some light though....
Elsa only says Befri mig nu eller står sikker og visse død .
The muscular ulfen shakes his head.
"Store ord, dame.
Nu, jeg har ingen illusion dine evner er ikke vokset.
Som sådan, din søster gav mig nogle forsikring.
Plus, disse dværge var alle til glade for at låne en vis støtte til gengæld for mønt.
Nu, hvis kun at gener af en Mohawk ikke var her, ville min opgave have været meget mere glat."
"Big words, lady.
Now, i have no illusion your abilities haven't grown.
As such, your sister gave me some insurance.
Plus, these dwarfs were all to happy to lend some aid in return for coin.
Now if only that nuisance of a mohawk wasn't here, my task would have been a lot more smooth."
Sivar casts light on his Fauchard if his low-light vison isn't enough
Aided by Sivar's light spell, team 2 quickly pursues the retreating dwarf.
The attempts to cover tracks are properly seen through, but more peculiarly, they notice the grey hawk circling ahead, likely a few streets ahead.
Thorn's path has equally attempts of hiding tracks, it takes him a little more time to figure where the proper signs are.
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The ulfen is sharpening his hatchet and by the looks of it, he's carrying more than one and they seem to shimmer with a blueish light.
The dwarf who carried you comes in and softly talks to the ulfen.
He nods. "Good." Turning back to you, he smirks.
"Our boat is ready, time for us to head back to Irissen."
Through a small window above in the opposite wall, you see a grey eagle circling and landing on a roof across. The kind of grey eagle common in some parts of the northern lands.
Team 2 manages to catch up to the dwarf previously injured by Thorn.
Looking slightly worse for wear, he's still failed to lose them.
Thorn has reached an intersection that is slightly more lighted.
To his left, the far end seems to end up in a harbor with wooden board walks. Either a canal or near the harbor district.
To his right, he sees a few short roofs, the kind usually above doors against the rain. A dwarf is smoking a pipe outside one of the doors, another is pushing a small cart.
Sivar moves forward as if to engage the dwarf, attempting to corral him with his Fauchard and then attempts to intimidate him into surrendering
"Surrender or die"
With a blade coming near his throat from out of nowhere, the dwarf holds his pace. He looks back, his expression turning from surprise to being baffled.
"Of all, it had to be the elf....bah."
He's not making a motion for his weapon and remains standing at your discretion.
Thorn looks from side to side before looking to the right and thinking to address the dwarves. However he thinks on it and assuming a dwarf with a person would not want to go by many people, the left might be more likely than the right. Asking wouldnt hurt though.
" Sir Dwarf, have you seen another carrying a blond human around? "
Sivar not hearing the obvious words he wants to hear voluntarily
"Where are they taking her?
His cold stare remains the same, with a flick of his head he unravels some of the cloth covering his face, letting the rotting flesh below come into view
The dwarf looks up at Thorn, as he parks his cart.
"I might have, 't was too brief to be sure."
He points at the dwarf smoking the pipe. "I saw a dwarf holding a human at that one's doorstep, before i started a chore. One of those 'look up and see' moments, you know?
I couldn't hear what they were saying though."
The dwarf looks a muscular type and seems to keep to himself.
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Sivar revealing a part of the sate of his face, makes the dwarf show a look of Eww, yet a hint of sadness too. "He, is taking her to another human, a foreigner like her. There is a safe house's entrance down the street to our left. What he needs her for, beats me, we're just the hired help."
He seems indifferent, telling about the safe house.
Yes, this dwarf seems aware of a reason.
"You know more than you tell us. You know something about why he kidnapped her. Speak now or be skewered by arrows."
Grint raises his bow at the dwarf's face, nocking one arrow on it and then glances at him.
"Any last words that might spare your fate?"
With the arrow aimed between the eyes, the dwarf seems a tad more nervous, yet well aware of his situation.
"If you shoot me now, you'd delay your search and potentially getting the lady back too, now don't you."
He *attempts* to slightly push the arrow away from his face.
"Look, we are hired to take and deliver your lady friend to a safe house, get paid and leave the conclusion between them.
A blonde man wanted to take her back to his own lands, says she's a wanted fugitive. More than that, we didn't hear, didn't ask."
Sivar pulls his weapon away and re-covers his face.
"Damn it.. I want to kill you but that would be stupid aggression taken out on the wrong target.. Grint I think we should let him go and make our way to the safe house"
Thorn studied the cart-owner, giving a gracious nod, before his attention was being drawn to the the other. He speaks sternly, " This dwarf says you are more perceptive than he... and that this person was in front of your door? "
The muscular dwarf exhales a puff.
Scratching the inner side of his wrist, you notice a small emblem sewn within his leather glove, that of the coterie.
"What person? I see many people pass by, be specific."
You get the impression the dwarf is suspecting you are here for someone he's seen shortly before. There is the slightest hint of voices and laughter coming from behind the door he's watching.
Thorn narrowed his eyes, " Dwarf carrying a Human Female. "
Assuming Grint agrees Sivar will follow the directions given after letting the dwarf go.