As the group made there way along the docks, Corllion didn't even need his ability to feel Magic's to know , the pressure of many sets of magical spells where being used to keep track of there movements, he quietly relayed this to Kyra, and the rest of the group. Kyra nodded and said she had spotted a few shadowy figures following them as well. The entire group was on guard and ready for anything to happen. Gorham was leading them to a section on the eleven enclave that housed a bladesingers outpost within the city walls. To the unknowing it was mearly a store ran by a jeweler of some small renown. Once there the group entered a tunnel and move further into the enclave and actually crossed over into the halflings part of the city.
After they past a stone worked arch, Corllion felt extremely dizzy. Teish grabbed his arm to steady him, and explained that he had passed through a enchanted doorway and he would get used to the sensation quickly, everyone generally felt that way their first time passing the arch. It was designed to keep out any and all, that where not members of the bladesingers guild.
Word had reached Marcilus at this point with a update of where they had lost track of the group even though they had entered a house in the elven enclave they had lost track of the group and they had magically disappeared from all tracking somewhere in the halflings territory.
Marcilus , went to his private, summoning chamber, that was inscribed with runes of protection all over the floors and walls, circles within circles, of protection for him, and containment for the deamons he summoned. Trying to find out anything about these mysterious elves that had entered the city with a wanted criminal from over three hundred years ago.
But every summoning had to be carefully done each question had to be ironclad with no loop holes to exploit. You see, the first thing you must know about a summoning, your forcefully taking a deamon from his home plane of existence. Next you must know the deamons true name. True names have power, and with this you can call them to you, now this also marks you to the deamon, and most if they could find a weakness in your protection rings would kill you out right for the Audacity, of summoning them. Next for hard to find information you have to call forth more deadly deamons. So most mages, will have a familiar, a deamon that has little to no power but can find information for you , with a little bit of an Exchange, maybe a hard to find poison, or spell Component, or weapons. And the mage would cast the usual protection spell to ensure the item's exchanged could not be used to harm them. Now for the the truly evil mages, a deamon might relish the idea of having a person on the material plane that they could work through to meet their own devious needs. In this case Marcilus need information no one had so he would have to use a different deamon. Lucky for him one of the few items he took from the island of the darklings was a codex of listed deamons the darklings had summoned in the past and had favorable dealings with. And a few names of ones to avoid at all cost unless , rampant destruction is what you craved.
Today, Marcilus intended to call a familiar deamon, he had used several times in the past for information. It was a much twisted and ugly thing called Dramfang. Like Corllion deamons could tell who was summoning them by the way they cast or their unique flavor, each mage Dramfang had ever dealt with tasted different with how they used magic. This day as with all the rest Dramfang and Marcilus exchanged few words and got down to the terms of the request Marcilus would be asking, Dramfang would gauge how hard the information would be to find and give him a fee or name a item the deamon wished to have. Each would aquire their parts and return and then exchange them and their business would be done.
But on this day unlike so many others, the information Marclius wanted was unknown to any in the underworld, no deamons or any of there serface dwelling connections knew anything about the group of elves other than they had killed a raiding party of orkins more than a fortnight before up river. As to where they came from or where they currently are, nothing could be found.
Dramfang suggested they had entered a magic portal, and where now leagues away by now. And of course, the bladesingers could have indeed used a magic portal to get all the way to there destination far away, but the guild master Avostad, had wanted an evaluation of the newest members talents and shortcomings. And he was quickly coming to the conclusion, that all young Corllion needed was experience, at this point, to move up in the ranks of the guild. Once that was done he could move on to more specialized training. Training that would take the young elf to the next level.
Marcilus waited in the summoning room, for Dramfang to return, he wanted to know where these elves where at so he could end them and collect the bounty for one of them in particular. From the old stories that where still told , it would go a long way to strengthen his day time position with the ruling council. For no one knew he was the secret master of the Thieves and assassin's guild. Higher standing with the council would be very beneficial once he took over his brother's seat. He still hadn't quite figured out how he would do away with his brother, what foul accident would befall him.
As soon as Dramfang returned to the summoning room, he fell forward apologetically letting Marcilus know what he saught was not to be found at this time. It was as if they never existed. This was not a complete coincidence it had happened many times over the eons, but Dramfang was not use to failing. It bothered the deamon. And he wondered to himself if a old Acquaintance, Tyranus could possibly help.