Seated in a corner of the room a fine dressed pale faced figure had their eyes on Izzyr, and Bidfrid. The room was barely illuminated by the several lamps inside it. Just the dimness added more to the ominous appearance aside from the pale fine dressed figure looking at them. Izzyr's elf eyes made out the figure along with three others in the room. Why they did not stop Abane from attack them was beyond him at the moment. Turning to Bidfrid the Detective found him lifting up Abane from the floor and slinging her over his shoulder. The Dark Elf returned his gaze to the figures in the room. Grabbing the hilt of one his blades he prepared to engage one of them in case a fight broke out. In a blink of an eye the one who was seated zipped towards him. Whoever they were they stood at 7ft tall as a handsome male with long fingers, and powerful physique. They grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up to their face.
"Go. The way you came back." were the only other words they exchanged to him before dropping him.
Another figure came roaring and screaming down the hidden hall they came through. One ugly grayish skinned stout figure in patched up clothing charged at them. Bidfrid punched him in the face knocking the ugly humanoid to the ground. He stepped over the figure back into the hall. Izzyr looked down at the ugly face seeing a heavy brow, oval shaped eyes, small nose with wide nostrils, wrinkly, scabbed, and boiled skin allover. Its mouth was a little wide to be a normal humanoid. Choosing to leave it be Izzyr stepped over the body, but not before finishing it off with a stab to the throat with its own dagger he found on it. Retaking the same passage in the walls the pair of them went backtracked. From the interior of the walls they heard a jumble of noise coming from allover the inside of the establishment. Screams, growls, and roars filling the rooms along with clash of weapons said they entered a turf war. The only ones he cared about right now in this eerie city were the helpful staff and the once enraged unconscious Abane. Drawing his weapon Izzyr did not look back. Doors behind them slowly closed and locked themselves.
Feeling like they were trapped the pair of them skimmed the walls for any hidden doors. On both sides they found three doors that led to different rooms and situations. One room led to an orgy of some sorts where the staff were engaged in sexual intercourse. Another led to an aftermath of a fight that was yet to move on to other parts. The last one led to the outside alley. Getting out of this establishment appeared all too easy. Izzyr suspected a trap to be sprung. Looking up at the roof tops and walls he expected to find someone clinging to the walls. He was wrong about there being a trap. No one could be seen on the rooftops or in the windows of the dark buildings that flanked the alleyway they entered. Searching for an alley that would cut through the streets to the entrance Izzyr held Bidfrid back for a few moments. Spotting no dead ends or any paths that would steer them away Izzyr lead Bidfrid towards the entrance of Rednight Fangsir. Passing through two blocks of alley ways the pair of them ran into a turf war that erupted in the streets. He did not know how often it occurred in Rednight Fangsir. Izzyr surmised this had an impact on the activities that went on inside the city boundaries. Residents ran down the streets in panic trying to get away from the turf war.
Whichever street they were on it filled with blood, bodies, and combatants. Possibly members or affiliates of different gangs, or thralls of a syndicate 50 Orcs, 7 outlaw knights, 6 swordsmen, 10 rogues, 11 troll like monsters, 15 Elf fighters, 5 Elf Archers, and scores of different humanoids spilled one another's blood. Lasting no more than five more minutes this street onslaught came to end leaving corpses, and wounded in its wake. Seeing the coast was clear Izzyr and Bidfrid raced towards the streets that lead to the wall. It was around this time the Rednight Fangsir Guards marched from either side of the street apprehending or killing the combatants. Their boots and footwear stepped in puddles of blood oozing out of the dead, wounded, and their entrails that spilled out. Izzyr almost slipped as they turned to enter another alleyway. Blindly entering this one they ran into some more thugs, one of whom was wounded. Clothed entirely in yellow these thugs did not reveal what they looked like. One of the, a 6ft humanoid lunged at them with a strange modified weapon that had three blades facing them. Izzyr blocked the first blow then cut the assailant down before running the other one into the wall with his blade. Doing the wounded one a mercy he cuts their throat not knowing what they looked like, what race, or gender. Eager the get out asap they raced down this new path only to run into a city guard who was on the hunt for combatants of the Turf War. Baring their teeth under the shadow of their helmet this Guard showed fangs of some sort. Starting to growl at them this Guard brandished a pair of gauntlet weapons. Both appeared like steel claws on the Guard's hands. Izzyr attempted to dance with him with his sword tapping both claws before jutting out with the blade at an exposed area. This Guard caught his sword and grinned.
"Are you with the Red Loners, Black Pillagers, Phantoms, Yellow Corpse Posse, or the Hopeless ones?" the Guard asked them.
"No we are part of none of those groups. I am Detective Izzyr Nadisim of the Drow city state of Neppetz. This is Bidfrid a Bounty Hunter for hire. We were sent here to retrieve Abane here." Izzyr responded to the question.
This guard's growl went away, and his teeth disappeared behind lips. All facial features became relaxed with puzzlement. Blinking and shifting his eyes this Guard of Rednight Fangsir loosened his grip on Izzyr's sword. It took a moment for this one gather the words to even respond to his answer. Scratching his chin with a claw he pondered over this. Meeting people unaffiliated with those gangs during a turf war in the streets was apparently un heard of. His gaze returned to the pair of outsiders. The guard pulled something out of his cuirass and a writing utensil from his gauntlet. Just as he opened what looked to be a leather covered journal his head was cut off from behind. The Guard's beheaded corpse fell to the ground. A hooded figure armed with a very nice looking bastard sword stood behind the corpse.
"Come on!" the hooded figure urged them. They beckoned for them to follow. Knowing they hardly knew where they were Izzyr looked at Bidfrid.
"Did you forget your way around Rednight Fangsir?" He asked Bidfrid. The large man shot him a look.
"No I did not lose my way around! Just follow that Ranger!" Bidfrid snapped at him.
Shutting up Izzyr chose to follow this hooded figure. Racing through the interior alleys this figure took them to the walls of the city. A hidden passage was opened and they lead the pair of them through the interior walls to the the outside barrier of Rednight Fangsir. Pushing past some brush the Hooded Ranger, Drow Detective and large Bounty Hunter came across a man made clearing in some woods that flanked Rednight Fangsir. Inside the clinside earing they met up with 34 other hooded figures. Some were humans, Dwarfs, half elves, and straight up Elves. One of the Elves stepped up to the center. Pulling back their hood they revealed themselves to be female with jet black hair. Her attention went straight for the pair of retrievers.
"We are the Sun-Guards who protect these parts from any incursions made by the Vampires or Dhampirs of this mountain city." she said not even giving her name to them.
"I am a Detective, and this is a Bounty Hunter who has been here before. We have come to return this woman back to Neppetz with her family." Izzyr pointed out to these Sun-Guard figures.
"Check them. Once they have been checked. We shall return them to their homes or cure them if need be." The female commanded the rest of them. Four of the hooded figures marched up to them and checked all three of them.
"None of them have any marks or bites Mistress." one of the hooded figures showed their Leader, the Dark Haired Elf.
Without so much as a word the leader ordered for them to mount up on what appeared to be Large Cat-Like Creatures the size of a horse. Izzyr hesitated to even approach one of these mounts. One of the Hooded Sun-Guards pulled him and Bidfrid over to where their own mounts were hidden. Feeling a bit of relief inside Izzyr mounted his original steed that he rode to Rednight Fangsir. Once Bidfrid was mounted with Abane slung over the saddle the Sun-Guards rode off towards the south. Taking multiple switchbacks and detours through the woods, and over ridges they led the duo back to the city of Neppetz within a span of several days. Doing this was not without encounters with hostiles, or avoiding large war parties that kept lurking or swarming around other peaks.
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