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Old February 8, 2015, 03:50 PM   #1
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A Return to the City of Gleaming Light

Spring, Era XXII

It had been a long, arduous journey. There had been thirty of them when they started out. The old mountain passes between Arium and Lauryl had once been safe. No longer.

Big Thom and his five band of five held the pass, allowing the rest of them to escape a pack of ravenous death beetles. Their cries of pain and the explosion that sent the mountainside tumbling down signified that the caravan was safe from pursuit. Not even the strange death beetles of the Xet could survive being squashed beneath a mountain. Big Thom found his grave beneath an unnamed mountain in a pass no longer used.

Captain Sam or Handsome Sam, depending on who you asked, came out of a fight with twenty strange chitinous creatures with little to show for it but a scratch. As was appropriate for Handsome Sam he laughed it off, flirted outrageously and smoked his strange cigars. He died screaming three nights later as the poison worked its way through his system.

Grissom Claw and his Nightstalkers hadn't died. They had spoken for days in their odd Katta tongue, hisses, clicks and churrs going up and down the column all day. Then one night they had simply disappeared. Perhaps striking out for themselves, perhaps they just saw that this job was too dangerous and not worth the risk.

They spent a night in the ruins of the Lotus Cult temple, listening to the whistling howls of the spike burrowers. There was another argument that night, the mystic, Braxus Ligwin, argued with the Alchaiste, the Hieropaladin of Maj. Even now the mystic they had all been tasked to protect refused to reveal the contents of the carriage he had brought with him. The next morning the mood was tense as they passed through the dead groves of Ashkin Wood, the trees whispered accusingly as they marched on towards Mystique, their petrified leaves crunching with every step.

Alchaiste died two days days later when a giant misshapen fish-like creature stepped out of the toxic waters of the Lylles River and attacked the caravan. The survivors found him with his sword embedded in the creature's pale white eye, his torso stuck in its mouth, his legs nowhere to be found. His squire, his own arm crushed by the creature, buried the man beneath the Fist of Maj. Usually a pale, quiet thing, the squire found some hidden cache of determination and took the paladin's sword and struck out on his own, vowing to bring his mentor's name back to the Church so they might hear of his sacrifice.

The night before they entered they first saw the Fog, though it was no kin to the Black Fog, the caravan quickly learned that those trapped inside it faced a terrible death. Morebos of Chillwind came out of it speaking of dreadful shapes moving within it, and cuts seemed to cover every part of his body. He died not long after, the Fog claimed six more before they entered the city, though they quickly learned that it hated the fire and the light and even if they could not fight the Fog they could keep it at bay. His recipe for Special Chillwind Ghoulash died with him, which may or may not have been a good thing.

That left the seven of them. Rhystlin Farsteel, she of the flashing blades, a mercenary from Nexus Prime. Tarin Bloodgrave, the outcast screened twice over with mysticism to make sure he did not betray the caravan to his Vysstichi brethren. Mortimer Blythe, the scrappy adventurer from Port Alexandria. Braxus Ligwin, a high ranking mystic from the Rainbow Towers, here to investigate. Straylor Leonard, the once high ranking druid who had fallen from grace at the Rainbow Towers and now found the respect he had earned in the past replaced with suspicion, getting in on this had meant cashing in no few amount of favours owed. Morgen Heal-Thee-by-Fire, a plague doctor and battlefield chirurgeon recently discharged from the Crimson Tigers for drinking. Martellus Kan'ash, a dracon fighter and scout with a secret.

The city itself lay in ruins, but there was something which was still standing. There had always been two strongholds in Mystique, the Giant's Castle, a castle belonging to a guild of giants that had never even set foot in it, and the Phaelon Fortress, the home of the magi of Mystique, where the Phaelon had ruled the city with an iron fist, and later the druids had taken up residence. Now it seemed as if this mighty bulwark was all that remained whole of the city. It was surrounded by a giant wall, a small city within the city itself. Four towers, one at each edge of the walls rose into the air. It was in these very towers that the masters of old had practised their ethereal arts and now there was nothing but silence and dust.

Though that perception too was flawed as it seemed for a second as if the entire structure flickered out of existence. Braxus stuck his head in the carriage for a second, conferring with whomever was inside it and then came back out, looking more troubled than he had been. Finally though, the mixture of cobblestone and deathly dark crystal bricks seemed be too much for the carriage to muster and he opened the doors and let out the two inhabitants. They were gaunt creatures, they had not received much of the rations that had kept the caravan alive. Their eyes seemed to almost bulge too much and their skin was pale as death itself, though that was hardly their most important feature. These were no undead monstrosities, but the rags they were dressed in seemed to stand as a weird contrast to the glowing blue gemstone embedded in the back of their skulls.

So nine then. Nine came to the Phaelon Fortress, how many would leave was another question entirely. One of the doors was broken, hanging only by one of its giant hinges and the caravan passed inside in relative silence. Here, in the shadow of the keep itself was where the magi had once been free to practise their arts. Mysticism in that tower over there, now broken and in half. This had once been a druid's grove, though the tower that belonged to the archdruidess that lived here was now covered in brambles that seemed as much stone as life. Over there was the tower that had once held sorcerers and their strange ilk, not even a doorway there to let anyone inside it to glean its secrets. If anything that seemed the best preserved. And then there was the fourth tower, in which there had been no mages, and in which there was only silence.

Out here in the courtyard only petrified brambles and bones remained of a place that had once been thrumming with life. And above it all rose Phaelon Keep, the past stronghold of one Omarus of the Rak'rya, mage overlord of Mystique up to his death. Mystique had always been a stronghold of magic and Omarus had taken advantage of this, building a keep that was nigh invincible. And yet it seemed that the front door had been shattered.

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Old February 8, 2015, 05:29 PM   #2
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While the elves flirted with immortality and the dwarves learned how to forge steel out of mountain rock, the humans eked out an Empire from the ashes of the Ancients through little more than stubbornness and favors. It was the Medonians who tamed the trade routes between the Eastern and Western Realms, securing their own royal bank in the process. So it was only fitting that a son of Medonia should find his way back to Mystique by leveraging any prestige or debt owed him.

They began thirty-strong but arrived numbering a little more than half a dozen. No longer breathing the Astral and the magics of Nature, the Baron was left to the devices of mortal ken. This made the task that much more dangerous and needlessly arduous. Not long ago, he could have taken up eagle wings and soared to his destination. Instead, he was forced to climb mountains, and cross poisoned rivers, and witness the death and disappearances of his companions firsthand.

He did not reveal his identity to anyone within their party, called only ‘Felix’ to anyone who might have asked. Straylor wore a fur-rimmed traveling cloak over his usual garb consisting of his soft leather armor and tailored clothes. Hidden beneath the folds of his tunic was his spidersilk armor from Demios along with various objects of power. The truest of these were his twin swords, Avalerion and Leviathan. The twin’s brother, his crescent-shaped shield, was strapped on his back. What food and drink he had left were stored in his saddlebags, rationed carefully, and hoarded selfishly. Only dead men ate or drank greedily on journeys such as these.

Even with the remnants of the Fog and the monstrosities negotiated and behind them, Straylor still felt a general sense of unease. Why wouldn’t he? The pair of starved-looking giants that greeted them certainly did not bid them a warm welcome. The two were just as likely to eat one of their number as they were capable of helping them. Straylor, for one, had his own reason for returning to Mystique. The crystalline city was famous for its mages, their secrets, and their libraries of forbidden knowledge.

He breathed it all in, his senses opening up even as the Void within his soul drank in the invisible wisps of magic. That hunger, the obsession in his heart, now throbbed with anticipation. Yes, herein lay the source of Mystic’s magic. He could almost taste it.

Before long, all of that would be his.

Outwardly though Straylor appeared vigilant, cautious, and unlike any other soldier in the caravan. Of the four towers, Straylor wondered which one to venture into first. To determine that, he only had to follow the breadcrumbs of magic that magi so carelessly left behind.
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A very colourful cast of characters, they'd travelled with. And many of them died horribly and tragically in the trials of the journey. We will never forget you, Captain Sam! It was kind of funny... in an appalling, crazy way. Martellus probably could've flown to travel around some of the way here... just sayin'. But hey, you know. Stick with the gang. Though, the gang had seriously dwindled, and their gradual decline had been a terribly spooky experience.

Martellus was equipped with his typical grey cloak and plate armour worn over practical leggings and leather vest, and he brought along his Arkdun kite shield. In the department of blades he had a few; his alchemically somewhat-corrosive longsword, his quaint machete, and a spare dagger. Consumable supplies consisted of the usual water and travelling food, rationed judiciously of course.

He made a mental note of the use of fire and light against the Fog. That could be good to remember for later. On the topic of mental notes, he had also committed the faces of those fellow survivors to memory. Rhystlin he knew. The Human who called himself Felix, Martellus had met once before too. He didn't know the Vysstichi Tarin, but experience had informed him that Vyssies were not all as untrustworthy as the stereotype went so he honestly knew to keep an open mind there. The young man Mortimer, he was also unsure of, but he looked resolute at least. The client Braxus and the chirurgeon Morgen he of course didn't know much about.

Despite the danger, Marty felt excited at the prospect of exploration. The treasure and the payment wasn't so important; he rather hoped to learn a lot from this journey, as that was the more valuable reward to him. Additionally he was motivated by the privilege to be taking another job with Lady Rhys; if they were to be mercenary buddies, it wasn't a bad idea to pursue some more work and get into practice with the flow and formula in this profession.

It was certainly a surprise to meet the two creatures that had been riding in the caravan all this time. Martellus assumed that either Braxus was the handler of these two strange creations, or they could handle themself. He was wary of them but guessed they wouldn't be along for the trip if they didn't have their heads on straight. They appeared to have some connection or knowledge with the odd flickering of towers of Phaelon Fortress, considering Braxus had spoken to them after that flicker.

The group entered the fortress easily enough after their perilous travelling. Hopefully the same number would be exiting later, but Martellus was no fortune teller. So, they had the choice of four towers to investigate. He decided to see what the... now-spellbreaker Felix's sniffing around turned up. "Oi Felix. May I ask what you perceive of the magic scene, good sir?" The blue Dracon spoke quietly in the silence and atmosphere of the dead stronghold Mystique.

Spellbreaker... it made him think back to the time he'd seen Felix in action with Druidism for the defence of a Tigron clan. That had been almost an era ago, hadn't it? Back when Clara still granted the sight of arcana, and Necromancy still held the original strength of its power over darkness and life force. How much could a man change in that time? Marty knew he felt more mature than he had since that era had passed. Perhaps Felix had changed outside of arcana too. Marty knew very well how people could change.

Martellus fortold much inquiry to Braxus from the party, seeing as the Mystic had already proven to be hiding information from the guardians of the expedition. "Which tower do you fancy paying a visit to first, Mr. Ligwin? Or ought we take a rest and figure that out?"

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Rhys had counted.

Thirty people. Thirty people had joined their expedition, some of them individuals she had taken a liking to during the extent of their trying journey. Big Thom had been the one she had liked the most, and as such, his death had greatly soured the initial leg of their journey for her. She had spent a long while frustrated and angry as they trudged ever further from his mountainous grave, hoping to the gods that what they uncovered was worth what he had done to save them.

Sam... Sam may have been a different story. The flirting had gotten old. She was still trying to decide, however, whether the flirting wasn't all that bad in comparison to the hideous screams that had pierced the darkening when he died. No one, no matter how uncouth, deserved to die like that.

And little by the little the group had dwindled, death claiming the individual members in ways she had never seen before. The ones who had left by choice, she could not help but doubt they could have made it back alive. She remembered watching the expressions of Alchaiste's squire in particular as he had stood over his master's grave, the hardening of his eyes as the determination overtook him. She had attempted to convince the lad that he would have more of a chance to share Alchaiste's story if he waited and returned with them, but to no avail. In the end she could only shrug her shoulders in defeat; if the boy wanted to be stupid and traverse the wastes alone, then far be it from her to stop him.

As they broke free of the last tendrils of fog, the shapes of the city danced forth through the darkness and lay crumbled, defeated, before them. The Phaelon fortress was ominous and strangely (mostly) whole, a surreal vigil in the midst of desolation. She had blinked at it as they had passed into it in silence, the mass having seemed to flicker and shimmer for a moment like an apparition or mirage or illusion.

When they finally came to a stop, and the individuals began to gather their bearings, Rhys counted again.

It was not as though she did not know how many there remained. She had counted each and every time their party had diminished. But it was with a heavy heart that she did this, and perhaps out of nervous hope, that it would be the final time she would have to count again. With every body that hit the ground, the chance was lessened that her own would not fall to feed the earth as well.

The only people she knew were Mortimer and Martellus. She and Marty had worked together before, and she had encountered Mortimer in Demios not long ago that season. The rest were strangers to her and she had not decided if she could trust them. It was of mutual interest now that they each remain alive, but she had no idea what the nature was of their visit, and knew that the discovery of something powerful could swiftly turn the tables.

Now the half elf stood for a moment gazing up at the towers, armed in her standard leather armor - one side of her body more heavily so in thicker, banded leather. A dagger was strapped to her boot and another against her back, while a short sword was settled comfortably against her hip. It was at this time that she noticed Braxus bring the creatures out from the caravan, and her plain brown eyes narrowed in a new sense of suspicion.

She did not recognize what those creatures were, and something - everything - about them made her feel uneasy. They were not undead... so what on Telath could they be? She shivered somewhat, deciding she did not like the look of them at all.

She chewed on this thought for a moment more before she finally tore her eyes away, knowing she was in no position to say anything about it now. Instead, she turned to the others nearby, a frown creased at her brow. It seemed that some of them were already eager to explore, some anxiously enough to make her wary. She glanced to Martellus as he posed his question aloud.

"I'm not sure it would be wise to split up," she felt the need to caution, even though it had not been suggested yet. She shifted her weight to one leg and rested a gloved hand upon her sword hilt. "Is it possible that the magic of this place could pose a risk to us now?" The question was not aimed at anyone in particular, and it may have come off as ignorant to anyone better versed in the subject of magic than her, but hopefully Braxus or another individual was qualified enough to put her concerns to rest.
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After the arduous journey, where most of their party had fallen, the seven that remained took stock in front of their ultimate destination. Gods is it only seven of us, Mortimer thought to himself, barely able to believe that so few had survived the tribulations that the path they chose had cast at them. He never grew close to any of the others, so felt little emotion at their loss, and he was sure if roles were reversed they would not shed a tear for him either. On the bright side, he mused, the less of us there are, the more reward there can be.

In the end it all boiled down to the same things for Mortimer, he needed money, and had nothing but time on his hands. That was the simplistic reason he became a member of this crew of seven survivors. It had not been an easy journey for him, as there were close calls aplenty. His once tan cloak, boots, shirt, and pants were now stained a mottled reddish-gray, whether from dirt from the trail, or blood spilled. The only things that had mattered most to the young man still hung from either side of his belt in good condition. The khukri on his his right, and leaf blade dagger on his left had seen him through most of the hard times.

Other than Rhystlin, Mortimer knew little about his other companions, and even less of the strange figures who had emerged from the carriage. A strange lot they were, but they were all that was left of the expedition. If they were to succeed in this endeavor, they would have to work as a team, but Mortimer did not know if he could truly trust everyone as of yet, maybe that was why he still breathed.

He had no answer to Rhystlin's question, as he was unfamiliar with arcana in all it's forms. "Since we are already out here, I suggest we search the immediate area." Mortimer chimed in, giving his two cents worth. "Would be a shame to miss something important out here, while running headlong into a random tower. It has taken us this long to reach our destination, are any of you so willing to deplete our numbers further by being impatient?" He asked, cautioning prudence, which was not normally like him. It is the towers, he thought. Something about them whispers to be vigilant.

Mortimer began searching the immediate area, but did not stray too far from the party, as the dangers of this place were still unknown. He studied the ground, and than the brambles encasing the druid's tower, looking for a clue, or way through.
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Seven out of thirty. That was how many survived, and Tarin was among them. He was much less thrilled about having his mind invaded not once but twice. Martellus and Rhystlin intrigued the vysstichi; mercenaries like him, they had survived, and he owed Rhystlin one for a close save on the way. Why though? She could have let him die like the others. Fellow mercenary or not, she probably wanted something from him eventually.

Those men Felix and Mortimer, however, they gave Tarin an odd feeling, as if they were simply waiting for him to slip up. Felix and the mystic were his two greatest concerns though. Perhaps with Mortimer it was just the caution he had learned around lightborn. If Felix was indeed a spellbreaker, he could prove worse than any mystic. It was said when he was growing up that they could steal the magic from within a person, using it as their own while leaving the victim unable to use magic ever again. Tarin, for one, was not about to test the theory.

"You work as mercenaries, I know," he commented to Martellus and Rhystlin. "But do either of you work for a person or house more than the outside contact?"
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The courtyard was filled with old bones, some of them human, some of them most definitely not. The Sorrowbirds watched the company from the walls, chattering amongst themselves in their strange bird tongue. The squawking and the flapping of their featherless wings seemed to be all the sound that filled the once vibrant courtyard.

Ligwin took a second to answer the questions, touching his fingers briefly to the glowing gem at the back of the head of one of his two thralls. Their shaven heads moved in perfect harmony and their gaze turned to the keep itself. "These are Grade Three Servitors," the mystic said, he ran a hand along his moustache. "The students call them Canaries, they have been made to be… sensitive to magical energies. If they start going insane or behaving irrationally, or showing symptoms of magical pollution it is time to leave quickly. For now, we are safe enough."

"The source of all this seems to come from the castle," he continued, "Alpha senses something from within there." The servitor whose gem he had been touching nodded her head, but her eyes were blank. There was not a single emotion to be found upon her face. "It could be what is causing all this and what we picked up on back in Nexus Prime."

Alpha meanwhile was drawing something in the dirt with her foot, a line, with a half circle at each end, then the line became a rectangle and a second rectangle connected via the half circles added to it. She seemed to look at it with mild curiosity on her face.

"Go looking if you wish, take Alpha with you, I will stay here with Omega and commune with the ethereal energies in this space, by the time you return I am sure to have figured out what is going on in."

Morgen Heal-Thee-by-Fire meanwhile looked suspicious of all of it, he lifted his mask up, revealing a red face and a bulbous nose. He scratched his neck and muttered something about needing a drink. "I'm going to set up camp by the gate house over there," he pointed at a decrepit building by the gates. It wasn't much, especially with a collapsed roof like that, but it was at least not out in the open.
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Mortimer barely listened as Ligwin explained about about all the magic stuff that he had no clue about, so he kind of just let the words wash over him as he searched through the dead leaves, bones, and other debris that was strewn about the courtyard. Seeing something of interest, Mortimer could be seen bending down, picking something up, looking at it for a brief moment, and then putting it inside his tattered cloak.

Upon closer inspection Mortimer found that he could probably get through to the old druid's tower, but he would have to spend some time cutting through all the thorny brambles to do it. Was it really worth the effort to spend the time hacking away at plants that were doing their best to defend themselves with large pointy thorns? The answer in Mortimer's mind was yes, because if he knew one thing about mages, it was that they were secretive, and what better way to hide a secret than to put it in a tower surrounded by brambles, and briars.

Besides, Mortimer had a feeling that there would be valuable information inside the druid tower that would help them crack this mystery wide open. Drawing his khukuri from his belt, Mortimer began to chop away at the brambles, stopping every now and then to pull a large thorn from his hand. It was tedious work, but it was repetitive enough that it bordered on meditative.

"Anyone feel up to giving me a hand with this? I can see a way through, but there is a lot of vegetation in the way. Too bad we do not have an elementalist who could just burn it all to ash." Mortimer said, as he chopped away, all the while considering the object he had found, and it's implications on the mission. Who exactly was Omarus anyway, and why would he be working with the druids? He wondered to himself, as he hacked away at the dense vegetation, trying to clear a large enough path to pass through. Why would they have to close the gates, was it the fog?
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Rhys was amused that while Mort had been the first to warn against charging headlong into a random tower, he was the first to begin hacking away at the brambles surrounding the druid's tower. As he did this she glanced over at Alpha, considering whether or not she really wanted to be in charge of escorting the creepy servitor around. Its use was a valuable one indeed, but she could not help but be concerned with the thrall's origins - what had it really been, and how was it ... made?

Rhys was broken from her train of thought when Morgen spoke, and she nodded to him before turning to Tarin, surprised at his question. She had assumed her alliances had been evident, but perhaps Tarin was not familiar with the sigil she wore at her breast. She pointed to the silver dragonlich pin.

"My company is in service of a house, in fact. House Kitrye'veresi." It was likely her fellow mercenary had heard of the name, but she was not sure what his attitude was towards the vysstichi house. He had not seemed too fond of anyone who had been bold enough to point out the dark elven traces in his blood. She had found him to be an efficient and to-the-point sort of person during their journey, very useful to have around in a pinch, and she had grown to like him enough to hope that this announcement did not dredge up his ire.

She motioned in front of her, allowing Tarin the chance walk alongside her if he was interested in speaking further. She was inclined towards getting into the sorcerers' tower, but was wary of attempting to teleport in there without the other party members alert and aware of such plans. Instead, she intended to feel around its impenetrable-looking walls, seeking something that might indicate a possible way in for the others as well. In the meantime, she kept her eyes on the rubble in her path, inspecting or turning over any piles that may hold anything interesting within. She kept alert, however, wary of anything more dangerous that may be lurking nearby. Too much had happened on the journey there for her to feel at ease.
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"Is there no limit to what a mind mage will do?" Tarin muttered quietly. Those thralls seemed... wrong. Even he was not sure he wanted to know what they had been before. The mercenary found himself surprised when Rhystlin pointed out the pin she wore.

'How exactly did I miss that?' he asked himself when she identified the house she worked for. It was certainly a name he recognized, and one he respected. He would never admit it openly, but she intrigued him. He felt he could trust her, and continued alongside her.

"I'm surprised a lightborn would work for one of my people's houses," he admitted. "How did you come to such an arrangement?" Though his tone was relaxed, he kept his eyes open and his crossbow (acquired before the trek and already useful) ready, just in case something wanted to reduce their numbers even further.

"Do you have any goals or dreams?" Tarin continued. "Other than getting out of here in one piece?"
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The sight of the courtyard didn't really bode so well to be honest. They weren't recent dead, yeah, but something killed them; maybe the fog, maybe something else? Either way Marty really didn't know a whole lot about this place. There were some strange bird creatures that he had never seen or heard of before, around here. It only served to accentuate the strangeness of Mystique.

The rest of the party said a few things, and in particular the Vyssie Tarin directed a question to Rhys and Marty. Of course, Rhys told him about Faust Kitrye'veresi, her mentor and the man who would be paying to support her company. Martellus answered, "I don't... well, actually I suppose since I'll be joining Lady Rhys' company when the details are worked out, I'll sort of be working for Faust as well." Though his loyalty would certainly foremost and directly be to the leader of the company, Rhystlin.

Servitors, huh? Fethed up. This... all of this was about magic gone wrong, it looked like. The source of this occurrence was apparently in the castle. Alpha was a weird and creepy creature, but she seemed to have some kind of ability of perception with the arcana they were investigating, and it looked like she might be their guide as the investigated around. Bookish Braxus and his other pet would be hanging back and doing... scholarly magical things and such.

Rhystlin and Tarin were looking at the Sorcerer tower, engaged in conversation. Mortimer was trying to cut through to the Druid tower, Marty could help him but he wanted to check out something else.

The servitor they had been told to take with them as they tried getting into the castle, Alpha... he would approach her. "Serale, Alpha. Um... what have you drawn there?" He looked to the drawing she'd carved into the dirt, not really expecting a verbal response.

"Er, anyway... could you show me the best route you think we could take into the castle, Alpha? I'm guessing you have some kind of... sense, to do that..." The Dracon had no particular preference for any of the towers. They likely each held their challenges, and they'd become accessible in time. This period was the time to begin to understand the area and how they were going to get where they needed to be.

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Old February 16, 2015, 11:28 PM   #12
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Straylor silently scanned the servitors. The slaves appeared to be … bound by the magic of the gems, which were attuned to a specific wavelength or Essence. This bordered on spellbreaking, something the Baron understood surprisingly well. Each time he recalled aspects of his newfound gift, it was like reliving an experience from a different lifetime. But he understood the mysteries and hidden things belonging to a taboo sect of spellbreaking. In some ways, living enchantments were the closest thing spellbreaking had to Arcana. It relied on the principles of arcanomechanics to permanently tap into an individual’s person Vis to regulate and maintain a specific enhancement. Could the Mystic have discovered these secrets and invested it into his thralls?

At the mention of the Contamination’s source, Straylor trained his gaze toward the castle. Indeed, he could smell the toxins emanating from that place. He sensed the patterns intimately, having once wielded those same energies before. Noting these facts, Straylor wondered how long his companions would last once they fell into the thick of things. He was also curious as to the real reason Braxus Ligwin sought Mystique. Any mage worth his salt would have known that tampering with the erratic essences of forbidden and likely catastrophic attempts to ward off the Fog would likely end horribly. Perhaps the answer to those queries were hidden in the carriage the mystic kept under wraps.

His train of thought was interrupted however by some girl merc’s bold proclamation.

“House Kitrye'veresi of Vortex?”, Straylor inquired of the woman suddenly. He moved toward the woman, his gaze fixed on her intently. Why would the Lord Baron of Vortex send a little girl to Mystique? Perhaps it was a matter of interest for the Lady Governor. Tiyribi was among the Pale Ones who once called these barren ruins home.

Once the woman revealed her allegiance then Straylor said to her in a low voice, “If you wish to remain alive to report what you have seen and done, stay close to me. Nothing here is what it seems.”

At least one of their number seemed smart enough to prod one of the servitors for direction. The blue dracon, the one calling himself Martellus, looked like another competent creature. “With your permission, Master Ligwin, we will take Alpha and secure the castle. Perhaps even determine the reason for all this … magic.”
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Old February 17, 2015, 12:27 PM   #13
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Ligwin sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard, the mystic slowly becoming encased in a bubble of blue energy which seemed to sprout eyes. Hovering a few inches above the ground, the mystic sent eyes out in all directions, translucent blue tendrils keeping them connected to the bubble he was meditating in. Omega, the larger of the two servitors, stood at the edge of the bubble, the gem at the back of his head connected to the bubble via one of the tendrils.

Alpha meanwhile was looking at the ground quite intently. Peering at what she had sketched there with a kind of idle curiosity. When Martellus spoke to her she turned her head slightly to look at him. For a second, she looked so very human as she stood there in her rags, a frail little thing in the middle of all this destruction. She spoke to the dracon in a quiet voice and mostly just ignored the others milling around the courtyard. Even going so far as to ignore Felix's claim that she was going along with him. When asked about the best way to enter the castle though she pointed directly at the broken door leading into the castle. The portcullis had been severely damaged, the reinforced door had a hole in it large enough for two men to walk in shoulder to shoulder.

At the other end of the courtyard Mortimer had made enough progress on the brambles that he could squeeze through into the tower proper without getting scratched too badly on the brambles. The door itself was luckily not locked and it was probably possible to get inside.

Rhystlin and Tarin had far less luck at the sorcerer's tower, there seemed to be no way of gaining entrance easily. There was what appeared to be a large platform near the base of the tower, but it was broken in half and whatever purpose it had once served seemed to no longer be operational. Certainly it might be possible to teleport inside, but then that would mean going blind and there were all kinds of walls and things in there. Ending up wedged inside one of them would be bad. Then again, having a chair grafted to your foot was quite a bold fashion statement, so the pros and cons evened out.

The tendril of blue light connected to the back of Omega's head pulsed as he started speaking. Ligwin himself was entirely quiet inside the strange bubble he had created. "Permission has already been granted, Felix," Omega's voice was entirely like Ligwin's. "You may proceed at your own peril. Try to come back alive."
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Rhys began to explain to Tarin how her former sorcery mentor had come to an arrangement with her in regards to the formation of her mercenary company. It seemed, however, that voicing her mentor's name had an effect on Felix, the man who up to that point had never seemed to pay her any mind. His wish to remain relatively separated from the others made it clear that he had his personal motives for coming along, but his prowess in combat had made it additionally clear that she could do well to stay far removed of his bad side.

The sudden and uncharacteristic interest he placed in her, however, at the mere mention of the name, took her aback. She blinked, and without even thinking better of it said, "No, Milord, the Daltina Kitrye'veresi."

She closed her mouth. He hadn't struck her as the type to appreciate a crude joke, so she figured he just might kill her for that one.

The following words he offered in a more quiet tone were just as surprising as the last. It was more clear to her now than ever that he had not only recognized the lord baron's name, but probably knew him personally. She was curious as to how the two knew one another, but was aware that it was none of her business, so she merely nodded her head to him. She had not found anything to indicate easy entrance to the sorcerer's tower, anyway, and she remembered Faust's warnings about sorcerers finding themselves inside of walls and other objects. She was not about to take such a foolish risk without knowing the tower's contents.

Instead, she stole one last glance toward the tower and its surroundings as Felix addressed Ligwin, managing to notice something of interest somewhere within the dirt. Without saying anything, she reached down and picked something up from the ground before placing it into one of the pouches on her belt. She turned back just as Ligwin's and Felix's conversation had concluded (she had, after all, not seen that it appeared to be Omega speaking).

"I will go with you, then," she offered to Felix aloud as she dusted off her hands. It was partly a gesture of acknowledgment of having heard what he had "asked" of her earlier, as well as a note to the others of what she planned to do.

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Old February 17, 2015, 02:36 PM   #15
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Mortimer was oblivious to the goings on outside of the thicket he was hacking away at. Really now? He thought to himself, no one wanted to come give me a hand. It did not matter anyhow, as he was making remarkably good progress considering the occasional stoppage to pull thorns from his body. With a few more cuts Mortimer was not only able to see the entrance to the tower, but he was able to squeeze through to it as well.

Catching his already mangled, and tattered cloak on a few thorns, Mortimer compressed himself as much as possible, making for the door to the Druid's tower. Opening the door, as slowly, and quietly as possible, he would take a moment to let his eyes adjust, and look around the entryway.

He knew that he had cautioned prudence on the parts of his companions, but he seemed to be the first to make it into a tower, and his curiosity was too seductive of a thought to be denied. Besides he was not going to run back to collect the others before he did a little scouting ahead, what if there was something dangerous inside? He would hate to drag his companions into danger without them being forewarned.

Mortimer would take a few minutes to scout the immediate inside of the Druid's tower, and if nothing appeared to be of import or of interest, he would return to the others, letting them know that he had cleared a path for them to get inside. Besides there was something about the Druids and their tower that seemed important, because why would they set up a barricade of brambles just around this spot?
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