20th Nightal (The Drawing Down) , The Year of the Warrior Princess (1489 DR) DR (Dale Reckoning)
Feanar waved at the smiling woman as she and the small boy with her walked down the stairs of the healing house and into the streets of Waterdeep. The boy, her son, had been brought with fever and blisters 3 nights past. She had been desperate and been told there was little hope by the neighborhood soothsayer. Feanar had sat with the boy for three days and between a bit of divine invocation, and traditional elven herbal remedies Harndur had shown him, the boy recovered well. Feanar was pleased, but exhausted, three days awake, even for someone with elven blood was daunting.
Feanar walked back through the house of healing main floor, it’s polished jade marble floor shining from sunlight spilling in from overhead skylights far above. The columns on both sides of the hall with various elvish inscriptions praising the deities of elvish faith stood like guardians in front of various hallways that led off the main hall to treatment rooms. He continued to walk exchanging pleasantries with staff and colleagues until he finally reached the rear door to the hall and exited into the courtyard. He was headed for the residence hall of the temple compound and for some much needed rest when a voice called out.
“Feanar! Feanar!” shouted a sylvan elf running from inside the hall. Feanar turned to meet the elf named Alin, a junior acolyte, he smiled as the young elf ran up to him. “The young lad from the hill district is cured I heard.” Alin said smiling. Feanar returned the smile as best he could through his exhaustion “Yes, he was strong.” He replied simply. Alin looked at him and spoke again, “I won’t keep you as I’m sure you wish to take rest, but winter draws to a close, and Bishop Valeen had mentioned you will be taking your leave of us with the coming of spring, I just wanted to thank you for your tutelage.” Aline aid and bowed his head. Feanar put his hand on the sylvan elf’s shoulder and answered simply “There really is no need to thank me, Alin, you’ll make a far better healer than I probably will ever be. I will be leaving soon, but we Eldar live long lives, I’m sure our paths will cross again.” Feanar bid his farewell to Alin and made his way toward the residence hall.
Feanar was quartered on the top floor with other visiting clergy of the church of Correlon Larethian. His room was modest while still generous, he had a study/common room, a bedroom, and a small private bath. On entering he threw himself down into a comfortable velvet padded armchair by his desk. It was morning and he could feel fatigue clawing at him and his leaden eye lids. Feanar began to doze in his chair when he noticed the door to his balcony ajar and chill breeze blowing in, he saw the raven land, and his blood began to boil with alarm. He quickly snatched his long sword from next to the desk and sprang to his feet as the Raven changed into man form before his eyes and walked in from the balcony. Quickly Feanar calmed when he recognized the figure as Reidoth, elder druid of Thundertree standing before him. He sheathed his sword and sat back down. “If you’re at all curious, the door in fact does function.” Feanar said wryly.
Reidoth crossed the room and seated himself at a chair in front of Feanar and then spoke. “No one need know I am here save you.” He said flatly. Feanar poured himself some wine from a pitcher on his desk and offered Reidoth a goblet he accepted. “Just passing through?” Feanar inquired. Reidoth raised a brow as he drank, “you’ve gotten a touch sarcastic, adventuring will do that I suppose.” he said before continuing “No, I am here to pass on information. After you all departed I soon discovered a small group of the very cultists you have been pursuing from the dragon cult had secreted themselves in Thundertree.” Reidoth took another sip of wine before continuing. “I observed them out of curiosity for some time and their intentions were revealed, they had been watching Venomfang and had come to entreat his cooperation in their master’s gran schemes. Venomfang being too young and arrogant wanted no part of their machinations, and not 2 weeks past they departed Thundertree.” Reidoth explained.
Feanar paused before speaking and then asked. “That is interesting, but I’m sure there is more to tell me than just this, or you wouldn’t have traveled all this way.” Reidoth went on, “I followed them after they left, as I realized it likely they would return at some point with a dragon in Thundertree and in numbers. Instead of killing them outright I followed, and their path led here. I wanted to learn more of their intentions if I could.” Feanar said nothing but gave a sideways quizzical look at Reidoth who looked embarrassed and continued “..however, somehow they managed to elude my gaze here in the city and I knew you and at least some of your companions were wintering here in Waterdeep and might be of help.” Reidoth said hurriedly and then took a long drink of his wine. Feanar thought before speaking.
“I personally am interested, as would be my order, the only of my companions I could reach quickly would be Algares. He is running the streets with old ‘colleagues’ at the moment. He would likely be the most helpful in any regard.” Feanar spoke thinking aloud before looking back at Reidoth. “Will you be joining us?” he asked. “No, something urgent has arisen I must attend to some distance away requiring my speedy and immediate travel.” Feanar spoke again “Very well, I will look into this and should I learn anything or make and successful efforts I will send word.” He said to Reidoth. Reidoth rose and strode towards the open balcony door, he paused and looked back over his shoulder to Feanar and spoke. “Have care Feanar, whispers in the shadows and faint voices on the wind speak of the growing darkness here on the coast. Guard yourself and your allies well.” Reidoth then transformed into a large white owl and launched himself into the air. He flew with startling speed and soon disappeared in the distance. Feanar looked to the horizon long after Reidoth had disappeared, his respite of healing the sick and injured as opposed to fighting desperate battles appeared to be coming to an end. He took a long red scarf from inside his study and tied it to the balcony rail, time to call Algares.
That evening a Tiefling appeared out of the inky black on Feanar’s balcony and he greeted Algares. Feanar explained Reidoth’s information to Algares and suggested his contacts within the guild perhaps may have heard something, or in fact Algares may have. Algares thought for a time before speaking. “Do you think this is a fight you and I should take on alone?” he asked. “I do not think time is our ally in this, I’d prefer the others were present but we still have two weeks yet until the equinox before we all agreed to gather. I think we need to act quickly.” Feanar answered. Algares thought longer “I’ve heard nothing, but I’m sure someone has. I’ll look into it and send word.” Algares rose and walked out the balcony door, he spoke again, “two of us is less ways to split the find.” and he smiled, as a Tiefling he really did do the mischievous devil grin well. Then he disappeared over the rail into the night.
Later the next day Feanar received a runner at noon meal. The young boy gave him a sealed note from Algares which gave a street corner name and the time of midnight this evening. When darkness fell he gathered his equipment and slipped out the of the temple compound to the city streets of Waterdeep. There was no one save city guard in the temple district out, and they recognized him as a member of clergy and only bid him good evening and to have a care against sneak thieves. Feanar made his way across the city to just outside the wharf district where Algares note directed. He arrived at the corner. This end of town was far less reputable and there were a few unsavory folk about, who looked at Feanar and chose to give him a wide berth. He waited a few minutes until he heard a whispered voice from an ally behind him call his name. He stared into the black and could see a form he hadn’t noticed at first. When Feanar got closer he recognized Algares.
“Follow me.” Algares said flatly to him, and they moved off into the dark of the ally. They traveled a few minutes making a number of turns and both climbing and descending stairs until they arrived at a old ramshackle door into what looked to be an abandoned warehouse. Algares went to the door and manipulated some mechanism and then opened the door. They moved inside quickly and he closed and locked it behind them. They made their way down a dark hall into a room at the end. Algares lit a lamp and placed it on a table in the center of the room. It was an empty room save the table, a few chairs and empty shelves.
Algares went to a corner and grabbed a sea bag which he threw on the table. He then said to Feanar “The armor, you have to lose it, they’ll hear us before we even start.” He spilled the bag onto the table a set of studded leather armor fell out. Feanar made no protest and he changed. Algares then took out of small glass jar and said “You’ve got nice raven hair for thieving, but that pasty elf skin needs to be muddied up a bit.” he said handing the jar to Feanar. It was grease mixed with soot Feanar thought. He applied it liberally to his face and neck. “This place” Feanar said motioning around them. “It’s a guild drop spot and access point.” Algares said while Feanar finished with his grease paint. “Access point?” he asked Algares.
Algares moved over to the wall and reached to an unlit sconce which he turned downward. There wasa clicking noise of a heavy latch, and one of the shelves against the wall swung away revealing a cubbyhole behind it. In the alcove there was what looked like a smooth metal pole. Algares lit a torch and dropped it in the alcove and motioned Feanar over. Feanar looked down and he could see the torch about 40 feet below illuminating a shaft the pole ran down the middle of. “After you.” Algares motioned. Feanar grasped the pole and slid downwards. Algares was close behind him. There had been a noise of the door being closed behind them Feanar thought. The two of them then moved down a corridor at the bottom of the shaft about 100 feet Feanar estimated when they came to a heavy iron bound door. Algares peaked through a small speakeasy and then opened the door which swung outward.
They stepped out into the darkness of a tunnel, that was quite dark, and with an overpowering foul odor. He looked to Algares and spoke “The sewer?” “The sewer.” he answered. “Best way to get around town” Algares added. When they were both out Algares closed the door and Feanar could see from this side it was finished with stone work and when closed it looked just like the surrounding wall, nothing arcane, just an absolute masterpiece of camouflage. They turned and began making their way down a slight grade, towards the waterfront Feanar assumed. They only traveled about 20 minutes when Algares led him down a side tunnel with a channel in the middle of the floor. They came to another shaft leading upwards. There were metal wrungs in the side of the shaft and he could see a small round lit hole at the top. Feanar paused and then looked at Algares who was using his trademark devil grin and without Feanar saying a word Algares spoke “Oh yes, the privy, a masterful secret entrance.” Feanar sighed and then spoke performing his own grin back “After you.” He motioned.
The two of them climbed and thankfully no one chose to use the facility as they did. When they reached the top Algares tripped some latch and the privy swung to the side, likely unbeknownst to the users. They exited and quickly were able to check and exit the room into a hall. It was dimly lit and made a turn to the left at the end. Algares whispered to him “ Sources say three cultists are meeting someone here, some local dockworker thugs were hired as muscle but most are outside. Should just be a couple at most, the cultists, and their contact inside.” Feanar nodded and they made their way quietly down the hall. When they reached the turn Algares took out a small hand mirror and held it low at floor level in the shadows, using it to check the corner for a few moments before slowly withdrawing it.
Algares whispered again. “Two thugs and a closed door. They won’t be trouble, but I don’t see a way to be quiet.” he said. “Leave that to me.” Feanar answered closing his eyes and softly chanting, he then opened them and spoke to Algares “Move fast when I go round the corner.” Algares nodded and Feanar stepped around the corner and pointed towards the pair. They were drawn to his appearance immediately, but when they suddenly couldn’t hear each other, or themselves, or anything, they knew something was amiss. Algares charged around Feanar drawing his mystical long knife and charging the two thugs, who were silently drawing their weapons. Feanar was close behind Algares with his elvish long sword in hand. One of the thugs was pounding on the door to no avail when they reached the two.
Algares ducked under the one facing them’s swing and sank his long knife into the man’s mid section. Pain lanced across his face and he silently screamed as blood and entrails spouted from his mid section. The one pounding on the door turned to see Feanar charge, he raised his short sword but was too late as Feanar’s long sword slashed across his throat sending a bright red fountain of blood spraying across the floor. He dropped wordless to the floor. They wiped off their blades and quickly searched the two finding nothing. The spell of silence was still in effect and Feanar motioned to the door and pointed and then to his ears. Algares understood the spell stretched into the room beyond at least some. Then Feanar pointed at the door lock and to Algares and motioned to him ‘after you’. Algares quickly and silently worked the lock and then looked to Feanar nodding. Slowly his opened the door inward silently and peeked into the room before motioning to Feanar.
The two slipped inside and there were a number of crates and boxes stacked up with a narrow path into a somewhat large storage room. Across from the door was a table to their left in the room, with four men gathered around it. Algares pulled Feanar off to their right behind some crates and they watched. Three of the men, one with his back to them, and two on the left and right of the table were all dressed in robes and leather armor. The fourth was standing on the opposite side of the table and he was dressed in scale mail and a black cloak.
Feanar ducked back behind the crates. He motioned with his hands the table and cultists gathered around it. He made a hand sign they had used in other locations he intended to invoke and destructive spell in the midst of the four and he motioned for Algares to position himself to the right, out of view. Algares nodded and moved off to their right into the shadows and crates to the right of the cultists. When Feanar was certain Algares had enough time he stepped into the open and out of his silence effect. He quickly uttered a divine chant and pointed at the table. The scale mail clad cultist yelled and pointed at him just as his spell activated. There was a loud ringing of the very hammer of the gods on a anvil and explosion of dust and papers on the table.
The cultist seated on the left was blown over backwards in his chair. The scale mail clad opponent was thrown backwards into the wall behind him. The cultist to the right kept his footing but was also staggered backwards, as was the one with his back to Feanar. The two on their feet drew weapons and turned towards him beginning to charge. The one on the right only took a step and Feanar saw a crossbow bolt appear out the front of the man’s throat. There was a spray of bood outwards as he dropped his weapon and clutched at the pointed end of the bolt protruding from his neck before dropping forward onto his face.
The other cultist continued towards Feanar. Algares leapt from behind the crates and Feanar saw him spring towards the scale mail clad warrior with his long knife in hand. Feanar muttered a chant and lightning crackled across his left hand. His opponent swung a short sword at Feanar which he ducked and in return struck the cultist in his chest with the palm of his left hand. The lightning arced across the front of the cultist and he was thrown backwards the way he had come. He rolled and came to rest in an odd position and moved no more. Feanar began moving forward and saw Algares go sailing across the table towards the cultist that had been knocked over backwards on the left. Feanar could see the scale mail clad one was on his feet, long sword in hand. He looked at Feanar and threw the table aside.
Algares landed next to the downed cultist who was beginning to rise. There was a flash of his long knife and that cultist slumped without ever having regained his feet. The scale mail clad one charged Feanar his sword held high. Feanar spoke another quick chant and his hand crackled with lightning again but he was too slow and the warrior reached him swinging his sword. The blade caught Feanar on his right arm and it bit deeply, he missed his own mail suit. Pained lanced down his arm, but he was able to push the cultist aside and move forward. He spun around as the cultist turned and swung his own long sword, however, the cultist parried the blow and charged forward knocking Feanar down.
The scale mail clad warrior advanced on Feanar, his long sword held in both hands high. Feanar was trying to back away and get back to his feet when he saw the dagger blade appear in the cultists arm. Algares was back up and had thrown the blade burying it in their opponents arm. He screamed and nearly dropped his sword, but turned towards Algares. Feanar was then able to quickly chant again and wave thunderous energy swept out from him with clap and roar. The force hit the cultist full and he was thrown back into some crates. Clearly dazed when he stumbled back to his feet there was blood trickling from his eyes and ears. He held the sword in his good hand and pointed at Feanar and then said “Your souls will be ours…” he never finished the sentence as a second dagger from Algares buried itself into his left eye and he dropped.
The two of them busied themselves, Feanar quickly mended his arm with a healing prayer. He also gathered a number of pieces of correspondence and documents from a satchel he would review later, but was certain both Reidoth and his order would find useful. Algares located a fairly ornate footlocker and had been working on it some time when he stood throwing down his tools in frustration. “Can’t open it?” Feanar asked. “No, I can open it fine, I even disabled the poison dart, it’s the damnable gas dispenser I cannot fathom!” he spat. Feanar stood and walked over. “You take cover, I can handle a gas cloud.” Feanar already muttering a divine chant. Algares moved to the other side of the room and as Feanar opened the locker, a greenish yellow cloud of gas burst from it, simultaneously a gale of wind blew outwards and around Feanar dispersing the cloud instantly.
He opened it and Algares peeked around the corner to see and quickly hurried over. “Coin?! Jewels?! Tell me!” he asked looking over Feanar’s shoulder. Feanar reached in and hefted a couple leather sacks. “Coin for certain.” He said handing them back to Algares who hefted them. “Ooo, heavy, heavy is good.” he said. There was a small velvet bag which had a few stones in it, which he handed Algares as well, who in turn began taking them out and holding them to the light. There were a pair of vials, as well as some rolled parchment. In the bottom there was a folded dark velvet cloth which Feanar pulled back to see a faint glow. It caught Algares’ attention and he looked into the locker. “That’s a sight to see, if we can understand.” he said to Feanar. Feanar looked into the case and spoke, “I believe I know someone who can help.”