Marik sigh...before passing one of his wooden leg above the panther's back to jump on the ground. He snap his finger, before pointing the hole to the big cat.


The panther approach gingerly from the opening and take a moment to sniff the air. She turns to Marik and groan with a low, moaning sound.


"Yes...I Know, I know...Go!"


With a air of disgust, Rani put her front paws into the cavity, before jumping down, landing with a loud "splouch".


Marik drag himself to the edge of the manhole and looks down. The panther is there, ready and look up to him. Marik take a breath, take a glance at Omaron. He looks far too happy about this. What is it with Dwarves and their fascination for dark, damp holes?


Marik then jump himself in the hole, landing straight on the back of the panther like they practiced dozens of time. The sewers stretch out before him. He take a moment to check the surrondings.


OOC: Marik rolled 21 for a Perception check.

Omaron grins as Marik enters the sewer distastefully. The dwarf hops down after the panther steps out of the way enough, standing and pulling his axe and shield in preparation.

The ladder below the cover seems perfectly fine.

A putrid stream flows along this sewer tunnel, which leads in two directions. In one direction, you see a tiny symbol drawn on the the wall in yellow chalk: a palm-sized circle with ten equidistant spokes radiating out from its circumference
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Marik, eyes closed, take a moment to get used to the smell, trying to think of nice things like his blend of teas to avoid throwing out his lunch. After a small moment, once he feels calm enough, he instruct Rami to start walking in the direction indicated by the yellow chalk. He takes his bow.

As the panther get moving, Marik turns to the others. He point his eyes with two fingers and then point farther in the tunnel to signal he will go scout ahead.

OOC: Marik and Rani advance along 50 feet along the tunnel.

I don't know if it's necessary, but I rolled Perception in case, as Marik stays alert of any possible danger ahead. Rolled a Nat 20 (26 total) :)
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Omaron follows Marik, but waits a short distance behind the scouting elf and panther duo. He nods to Marik's silent gesture, taking careful steps in an attempt to move quietly.

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10:33, Today: Omaron Stonehammer rolled 16 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 12.  Perception.
10:33, Today: Omaron Stonehammer rolled 15 using 1d20 with rolls of 15.  Stealth.

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Action:
Move Action:
Bonus Action:

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HP: 30/30 AC 19
Buffs/Debuffs: Aura of Stoneshield (allies gain +1 AC w/in 10')
Conditions:
Spells/Totem Duration: 2/3 Spell Slots

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Raszire clumsily lowers himself down the ladder. Shield and mace clanking and bobbing. As others from the group advance through the passage, he begins to lose sight of them in the darkness. Retrieving a bit of moss from a pouch on his belt, Raszire swings up his mace and touches the head of it and says "By your blessing..." and casts LIGHT on it.

The tunnel now lit around him, he begins to follow Omaron and Marik and his large cat.

As the smell engulfs him, Raszire contemplates loading his censer with incense and lighting it to fight off some of his disgust, but reconsiders to keep the items' usage for more appropriate occasions.

He whispers to Omaron, "Any idea as to where we might be heading along this path?"
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sewer ambient


The tunnel is suddenly illuminated by Raszire's spell which allows the dragonborn to see the stream of refuse running at his feet as well as the yellow chalk mark on the wall. The sewer is five feet wide with small walkways lining the tunnel as the center three feet is taken up by the actual sewage pathway. A few rats scurry away at the sudden appearance of light.

[Private to GM: we are here
https://www.dndbeyond.com/comp...#NavigatingtheSewers]
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Marik and Rani both turn their head to see the source of the light, giving to Raszire the image of the dark shadowy figure of a elf atop a large cat with eyes glowing under the faint light (Aesthetics!).


Nodding, Marik guide Rani to walk on the sidewalk and make a small pause to tie his scarf around his mouth and nose to block a bit of the foul smells. Rani can handle the smell checks while he tries to maintain his concentration of the shadows surroundings them.

Thinking he can maintain the spell for at least twenty minute more, Marik decide to use his supernatural discretion to push ahead of the party and warn them in case of danger, instead of waiting for something to hear Raszire clanging noises.


More and more, as he advances, Marik can't help but feel like he's being watched somehow.

OOC: Marik and Rani disappear in the darkness and push ahead of the party another 50 feet. Should I need to do another Perception check or is the last one still good?

At Raszire's whispered query, Omaron gestures to the chalk drawing on the wall and Marik's receding form. He then waits until Filimena is safely down from the street, taking the rear guard position.

Filimena is the last to enter the sewer, struggling slightly to find a foothold on the ladder. She has to jog a few paces to catch up with the dragonborn, and once she does stays by his side, making use of his light. Realising she hasn't yet said hello since his reappearance, she gives him a nod and a telepathic, hello.

With Marik scouting up ahead, she finds herself left alone to her thoughts for just long enough her mind wanders for a while to the tablet in her backpack. What connection could the tablet have to Finneas? She must have someone look at the tablet as soon as this is all over, to see if she can't have the language identified. And the crate. She silently curses herself for not inspecting it more closely. There might have been clues as to which ship it might have come from.

[Private to GM: To the DM: Yup, Filimena's brother is named Finneas. Realised I didn't include that in the character sheet, but that's been his name all along. Finneas and Filimena. Finneas is a bard I used to play back when I first started, and they were always meant to be siblings.]
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Raszire turns, and with a wink he says to Filimena, “Nice to see you again, my little friend. Stay close to me for we know not what perils lie ahead of us.”

Readying his shield in his left hand and clenching his lit mace in his right, Raszire squints his green eyes and scans the walls for any clues or oddities in the tunnel.

09:28, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 7 using 1d20 with rolls of 7.  Investigation .

As his gaze turns to Omaron, he says “We’re all here now. Shall we make our way to catch up with Marik?”

To himself he prays Fenwyn, keep us safe under your protection. Guide us to those in need and  help us to vanquish those that wish to do us harm.

"Just give him some space ahead. I'll bring up the rear," he glances down the opposite direction of the sewer tunnel. "Dark places breed dark intents."

After an hour of following signs through the tunnels, you come to a three-way intersection where a ladder leads up into a stone shaft capped by a circular metal cover. One of the familiar chalk symbols is marked on a wall nearby, sitting in the dim light given by the metal cover overhead is a young human dressed in rough clothing. [Private to Weasel: say hello]

Hidden in the dark, Marik signals Rani to advance a bit more toward the human to watch what he's doing. It could be a sentinel watching for movements or simply a beggar. He needs to make sure. He holds his bow close, ready to fire. The panther advance slowly, without even the faintest of sounds coming out from the living shadows surrounding her paws.


OOC: Rani rolled a 33 for Stealth with Pass without a trace to approach sneakily. As she approaches, Marik would like to do a Insight check on the young human, check his demeanor and body langage to ascertain what he's doing here.

Marik rolled a 12 for Insight.

A lanky young man is sitting on the floor, dressed in black and dirty clothing. The hood of his coat is thrown back. He has dark dreadlocks and skin the color of honey.

The young man is staring at a  slowly passing rat. He take it and hold it up before his grey eyes : " Hm...Who are you ? I don't recognize you ! What are you doing in my sewer !"

He seems absorbed by the rodent and doesn't seem to be particularly interested by anything else.

"So if you count on staying here, you'll need a name....Hm...One Eye Grey Patched "

"Probably not a sentinel" thinks Marik. Doesn't mean it couldn't be a problem. What to do with him? Reveal himself? If his past encounters with humans are any indication, the young man would probably scream his lungs out at the sight of Rani coming out of the shadows and make a ruckus. Shoot him? No...He's a hunter, not a murderer, even if it could almost be a mercy to put him out of his current condition. This individual lives in a sewer, doesn't look like he has eaten in a week, and is clearly deranged...talking to rats like that.But no...he can't do that. He can't kill someone in cold blood this way.

Besides...If he's not part of the gang, he could be useful. If what he's saying is true and he lives in the sewer, he might know the whereabouts of the Eye and how to approach them without being seen. It's worth trying at least.

With a sign of Marik, Rani slinks back into the darkness, returning the way they came without any sound betraying their presence. Marik decide to return to the others to warn them. He's not a good talker, but he know someone who is...

OOC: Rani rolled a 31 for Stealth to move again without alerting Weasel.

At some point, Omaron, Raszire and Filimena would probably hear a small "Quiet..." coming out of the darkness, before seeing the large form of the panther and Marik emerging from the shadows into the light of the Dragonborn mace.

The elf make a sign to stop and say

"Ahead...Young...man...alone...lives here...could guide..."

He add for Filimena, in Elven

[Language unknown: "Hi vertineve p ect m ere erelarsom. Ateena ca con werundvor ess lihas onasusnt. Lariouhas in ndeichhis talo ri ine, no o m ovepreund trec'this ei ove Whes rutsetratforter laar vor mo aveerelin vorthaeve com oun. Te undurecon ainpa un i ha wiroho leanpr ch chera, o larvorshe ha ter ecinpaar..." ]

"Should...let Filimena talk him...We wait...I can kill him if danger..." He says, before retreating out of the light with Rani.
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As he stops talking, Marik remarks that Filimena doesn't respond. Her eyes are fixated on the empty space before her and she looks blankly into the darkness. He's talking to her, but Filimena isn't there at the moment. The voices must require her attention.

Not knowing how much time she could be "gone", Marik turn to Omaron and the Dragonborn.

"Hm...Omaron...Raszire...you try...talking?...I..."

He was about to say he will follow unseen, but at the same moment, he feels the shadows escaping from his magical grasp. The spirits that engulfed him and Rani in supernatural darkness slowly vanishes and dissolves into the air, their task completed.

"I...follow behind" he finishes saying..

It takes Filimena a moment to recognise the party has come to a stop, and to process what Marik has said. A young man living in the sewers. A bit strange but not aggressive.

“Well I can’t guarantee he won’t run away screaming when he sees me too, but I’ll try,” she whispers, and begins tip-toeing towards the intersection. Just before she reaches the corner around which Marik indicated the man was, she hunches forward slightly and raises her hands to a praying gesture, to better to appear small and helpless. Arriving at the corner, she peeks around it. “He… he… hello?” she whimpers. “S… s… someone there?”

OOC: Do I need to make a roll just yet? Assuming I do, that’s either a 16 on Deception or 13 on Performance.

The misting rain from above continues to drip down into the moving refuse of the sewer as does a muffled sound of singing.

As this happen, Weasel is still sitting on the floor with One Eye Grey Patched in is hand and is in the process of  introducing him to twenty other rat around him.

"One Eye Grey Patched this is Champion, Half Tail, Broken Tooth..."

Despite the noise of the rain, Weasel hears a new voice and suddenly stand up.

To the rat "My friends it's seem we have some visitors ! Everyone, look good!"

Weasel turn and make a reverence.

"Welcome to my Kingdown ! What good fortune brings you here?" he says, as twenty one rats all turn as one to watch Filimena, their eyes glowing under the faint source of light from above.
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Marik turn in surprise as the voice echoes in the sewers. He...definitely wasn't expecting this...He can't see exactly what is happening as he's staying out of sight behind Filimena but he wasn't expecting such...vocabulary ans enthusiam from a beggar. And what did he mean by "Everyone?"


Marik decide to stay put for the moment, exchanging glances with Omaron and Raszire to see what they think of the situation.

"Well," Omaron whispers from Marik's elbow, "this is certainly unexpected. There is a certain...whisper about him, isn't there? And do you see the rats? That is not normal behavior, even for sewer rats of this size. Most interesting."

OOC: Eh, sorry, been occupied with life. To clarify, where's everyone located in relation to Filimena. Can Weasel see the rest of the party?

OOC: The way I understood the RP going on, we're all behind Filimena, behind some kind of corner as this happens. I don't know if Weasel could see us or the light at this distance. What do you say, DM?

As Filimena approaches the corner, Raszire extinguishes the light from his mace, trying to keep their presence unknown, heeding Marik’s warning. He stays ready for any attack that may come.

He watches nervously as she rounds the corner and begins talking to the stranger.
He edges close, peaking around the corner, trying to remain in the shadows as much as he can.

07:29, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 20 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 15.  Stealth.

Slightly bewildered by the synchronized movements of the rodents, Raszire searches his soul trying to determine if the stranger’s intentions are true.

07:34, Today: Raszire Toumash rolled 9 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 6.  Insight.

OOC: Sorry all, meant to post yesterday.