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Bronsk
The young Miklagaardian wrinkles his nose at the smell, putting the gauze back into one of the many pockets on his bulky belt. "Er. If someone's captured, I can help;" He taps the patch on his sleeve which identifies himself as a professional healer and herbalist "We're wasting time! Let's go!"
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The laconic young man turns again and hurries towards where he heard the sound of retreating steps, pulling out his glaive as he does so in a smooth, practiced motion.
I get there first, maybe no-one else gets hurt.
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Reason: Not the only black-haired bloke in party (doh!)
Bronsk
After a moment's hesitation, Bronsk retrieves the handaxe from his belt, its notched blade looking inconsequential in comparison. A thought seems to strike him "Ah, my name's Bronsk, by the way..."
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Bronsk
Bronsk hurries after Karl. "Yes, from Miklagaard. The streets; did hyu notice? They were empty!" He shakes his head and glances nervously from side to side. "That'z not usual for a capitol, maybe."
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The light allows the group to maneuver the sewers. They are forced to follow the sound of the footsteps, however, no matter how quick they run, they just become dimmer and dimmer. Eventually they are too faint for them to be able to dechiper where the sound comes from. Just to make matters worse, the light on Karl daggers slowly begins to diminish, showing that there isn't much time left before the spell will end. Just as the feeling of hopelessness is about to set in, they all notice an eerie, otherwordly glow appear in one of the tunnels further ahead. Bronsk notices that the glow is similiar to the glow he saw earlier in the museum.
Bronsk
Thinking quickly, Bronsk speaks. "We're losing them, but I may help; I am spirit shaman, and the spirits grant me power. I can become a wolf and seek them by scent. If someone would carry my things?" Hope they bought that. With that thought, Bronsk concentrates. With an audible crackle of muscle and bone, Bronsk shudders and hunches over, the muscles on his face flowing like lumpy paint and sprouting thick gray hair. After a moment, a gray wolf with bright yellow eyes stands where once stood Bronsk, draped incongruously in the long-sleeved shirt and pants. A quick shake and the wolf stands, the bulky belt yet clasped about its waist.
Trying to ignore the overpowering scent of sewer, Bronsk tries to track the scent of anyone else passing through the sewer recently.
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Lisaa buys Bronsk's explanation as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Yonder is some strange light, let's see what we can find there ... carefully." She draws her shortsword - with her bow still in her left hand - and walks towards the glow.
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Karl peers at the wolf oddly. Impressive shaman powers... He picks up Bronsk's things and puts them in his backpack. He follows the wolf towards the strange light.
As they get closer, the light begins to fade, and when they get to the crossroads they saw the light from, it has already disappeared into another tunnel, as if it is trying to draw their attention.
Though the stench from the sewers are quite painful to his nose, Bronsk manages to detect the trail from a creature he is unable to identify, and a human. The trail seems to go in the same direction as the otherworldly glow.
Bronsk
In wolf form, Bronsk seems much more intense and focused (insofar as it's possible to tell, with wolves.) With a glance at the others, Bronsk pads down the glowing tunnel.
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"'Tis strange, the light seems to lure us deeper in to the sewers. We should'n let this happen, let's go faster. But be on your guard." Lisaa quickens her steps and follows the light fleet-footed.
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This isn't just any drow. This is a drow who is willing to have a good-aligned flying snake come out of her body so she can then fart rainbows.
True, we should be on our guard, whispers Karl. This could be a trap... why did whoever screamed earlier stop? Are they unconscious, or was it a ploy to lure us in?
Bronsk
Padding down the hallway, Bronsk peers through the golden haze that lingers over his vision. It's never been an issue until now, but communication with humanoids is problematic in this form...
Yes...We'll work something out. Er. Once I find a place to get dressed.
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The light keeps on floating, the source always just outside view, always following the trail of scent. Eventually, the light fades, and is replaced by the sound of footsteps again. This time however, the footsteps doesn't sound hurried. Rather, it sounds as if there is someone pacing back and forth. The light from Karl's knife is almost gone now. It will probably not last more than a two more minutes. Estimating from the scent and the sound, Bronsk would guess that the one making the footsteps are about 100 feet away.
Bronsk
The wolf pauses for a moment and trots in front of his newfound companions and turns, blocking their path. He stares at them with yellow eyes for a moment, and then begins moving stealthily down the tunnel, keen eyes making the most of the low light.
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"I'm not sure, he never changed into a wolf before. I think he wants to scout for us. But I'll follow him, I can still see things in this little light. I don't want to leave him alone there. Follow me if you think that you are as silent as an elf." Lisaa moves stealthily towards the sound of the footsteps.
I must talk to him later, Tyrgen thinks, as he watches the wolf Bronsk. He is happy to lapse into silence and to yield the lead position to the wolf, and feels slightly reassured by the cautious attitude of his newfound companions. Concerned about the unknown nature of the threat faced, he takes the hindmost position to guard against ambush, following as quietly as he is able in human form and silently cursing the faint clinking of his chain shirt.
"Now?" A deep voice says in a low voice from the area of the footsteps.
The group carefully sneaks closer to the footsteps. They arrive at the crossroads nearest it, and peek around the corner.
"Not yet no. It still isn't late enough."
There, in the faint illumination from the open sewer grate above them, they spot two creatures. One is the female lady who left the museum while Bronsk and Lisaa were visiting. She was the one who just spoke.
"But why do we have to wait so long?"
The other is a tall creature, resembling a cross between a human and a lizard. Lisaa identifies it as a male Lizardfolk.
"Because it would do you no good to get captured mere hours after your escape. We have to maintain a low profile, so that they don't find you or suspect me. Besides, I'm going to need your help."
Tyrgen watches and listens in confusion, primarily staring at the unfamiliar shape of the lizardfolk individual, although as a conditioned reflex he tries to see if the two are carrying any obvious weaponry.
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