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Post by Exuro on Sept 15, 2015 23:46:22 GMT -6
More white limestone, oak, and plenty of sightseers walking around - yep, this is definitely Divinity's Reach again. Many grand estates lined the road leading up a hill in this section where you seem to have found yourself, accompanied by all the hustle and bustle one would expect out of a major street. Most of the estates lining either side of this apparently affluent section were relatively uniform, though one particular manor stood out among the rest. Whereas the others were mostly uniformly-grand buildings of white marble or earthy brick, this one was constructed of more foreign-looking materials, like granite and basalt, and in a style that seemed a bit out-of-place among the others. A bit of walking past an elaborate wrought iron fence would turn up a gate leading into the front entrance, as well as a wooden sign not unlike the one hanging outside the family's store.
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Meanwhile inside the manor, the bottom floor would be seeing a bit of... interesting activity. Namely, the presence of the individuals who had staged the assault on the nameless misty island some time ago. While it would be a stretch to call the rooms in which they were being kept dungeons, but they obviously weren't there of their own volition. The magical wards littering each room served as a reinforcement of that idea. Hey, at least the food has been good for those who actually eat.
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Post by Tayl on Jun 8, 2016 5:17:01 GMT -6
The prisoners in question all had different dispositions toward their current situation, but Chaude's was by far the clearest. He was pacing back and forth in his room, arms in a frenzy, ranting loudly about losing his phone and how that purple fuck owed him big time and how he was never doing a favor for Hadris again and how all of this was bullshit, so on and so forth. Merah, in the room next to Chaude's, was currently melted down into an irritated little puddle on the floor. The longer he had to listen to Chaude, the more his slime bubbled. After a solid ten minutes of slow eye-widening, he snapped and produced tiny little hands to throw up into the sky in exasperation. "Oh my gosh, Chaude, please stop yelling!! And stop swearing so much!! Go take a nap or something, okay?!" he yelled through the wall, sounding precious even in his anger. "Listen, slimeball, you've got nothing on me! You can't tell me to shut up, and I'll swear all I goddamn shitfucking want to! Just because we're stuck in this shithole, which wasn't my fault, if anything it was YOUR guys' fault because you couldn't keep up with me, doesn't mean you're suddenly on my level, so-""Stop taking your insecurities out on everyone, okay?! Go hug a pillow! We've got pillows!"The two continued to bicker with each other while Elemon - in the room next to Merah's - sat cross-legged on the floor in the center of his room, silent. He blocked out the muffled noises from the neighboring rooms, closing his eyes and attempting to analyze the magical wards. Hadris was adamant about avoiding trouble when possible - unless it was harmless fun, of course - so though Elemon's magic wasn't completely suppressed, for the time being he had no intent to try and break out. He didn't wish to provoke their captors any further. Still, it was important to keep an eye out for possible exit routes. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from this point on and was determined to keep as many options open as possible. ...Plus, he really needed a distraction from Chaude.
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Post by Exuro on Jun 21, 2016 22:53:00 GMT -6
For a long stretch of time, Chaude's incessant swearing would be the only thing discernible to the individuals in the basement. At one point, voices would briefly be audible from somewhere down a nearby hallway, but that was about it... at least, until a singular eyeball appeared in the sliding viewpoint of Merah's door. After a few moments of silence, the eye was accompanied by an awfully young-sounding voice.
.............................................Slime man. Cool!
Definitely not the kind of thing you would expect in the prison wing of some secret magical organization. Speaking of magic, Elemon would likely have a bit of trouble at first when it come to analyzing exactly what kind of magic it was that they were dealing with here. Most others would find it an impossible task, though the Representative's age would give them a considerable edge in this endeavor. Many of the spells used in the wards' creation were exceptionally old, yet reinforced with numerous layers of modern spellcraft meant to overpower anything that could dispel the base enchantments. All in all, whoever created these wards was not messing around; even without an active source of power to draw from, they were capable of holding in beings of considerable magical potency.
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Post by Tayl on Aug 17, 2016 0:53:30 GMT -6
What was that? Was that the sound of... a meme? Merah, tired of trying to convince Chaude (who was still ranting) to be a halfway-decent person, didn't hesitate to zip over to the door. He peeped through at the eye with all three of his, suddenly feeling excited. "Hi there! Who are you?" he asked cheerfully, forgetting that he was sort of locked up in a dungeon at the moment. Elemon, meanwhile, continued his analysis of the wards. He was impressed with the age and technique of their creation, though perhaps this wasn't the time to be impressed. The potency of the wards only made the situation more dire, however interesting they were. Fortunately, from what he could tell, he had exactly enough wiggle room to send a message to the closest Representative regarding his whereabouts. From there said Representative would be able to get help, and with time this mess of a mission would be resolved. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, fingers twitching as they attempted to maintain just enough magic to send out a message without prematurely triggering the wards. ...The voice on the other end was Loligo, which presented a problem. She was the sort who would attempt to resolve the issue on her own - through force, at that - and he didn't have the time to stress the important of contacting help. His only option was to have faith in her. (and then this post happened)
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Post by Exuro on Aug 18, 2016 3:13:43 GMT -6
Once Merah responded, he would see another eye pop into the frame of the viewport-- well sort of. The individual's other eye was covered by a brown leather eyepatch embroidered with golden thread, greatly contrasting with his youthful appearance and tone of voice. The rest of the boy's face would come into view moments later, revealing a bird's nest-like mess of brownish-black hair and a mischievous grin.
"Sooo... Sis told me not to wander around the basement today, so I could tell that she was keeping someone different from the usual boring people down here. She usually won't bother saying anything if it's some boring ol' cultist or servant of Icknis, but if she tells me to stay away I can bet someone interesting is here! So, what's your name? Mine's Amon! What'd ya to do end up on Mister Black's list of terrible bad people who need to get yelled at for a long time? Are you from another reality? I bet you are! We don't have anyone who looks as cool as you here in Tyria."
...Oh no, he's a talker.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 14, 2016 9:39:33 GMT -6
Fortunately for Amon, he and Merah were on similar wavelengths! Merah listened intently the whole time with an interested face. Or... more like a . face? Well, you get the point. "My name's Merah! And my friend in that room over there is Elemon! And that other guy is Chaude.""Who the hell are you talking to in th-""Nice to meet you, Amon! And thanks, you look cool, too! I like your eyepatch! And I am from another Reality!" Merah beamed, now only miffed that he couldn't give his new pal a friendly handshake! "I work for the All-Conquering Overlord, Hadris Torant! That's why I'm in here... he sent us on a mission because he hung out with some purple dude and so we went to some island to do stuff but then we didn't really even make it off the boat and Chaude yelled about his cell phone for a while and now we're all here!"See? He's a talker, too! "What about you? Do you live here? Your house has a dungeon?! You guys must be bazillionaires!"Elemon, having finished his long-distance conversation with Loligo, returned his mental focus to Merah's room. He considered gently warning Merah not to give out so much information so freely, but at this point he figured there was little that could be done to make things worse. If anything, allowing Merah to make a new friend would only be helpful in the long run.
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Post by Exuro on Sept 16, 2016 0:02:49 GMT -6
Amon fidgeted uncomfortably with the strap of his eyepatch for a moment after Merah mentioned it, but quickly resumed grinning once Merah continued speaking.
"I knew it! Sooo, you work for one of those big important outer reality dudes? Mister Black always says that Tyria has attracted a lot of attention from guys like him, especially ones that work for Big, Dumb, and Purple. You don't seem like the kind of person that would work for him, though. How about your boss? I can tell you're not trying to pull a fast one on me, so you must be alright! Does that mean that this Mister Torant of yours got totally bamboozled, too?
As he continued rambling, Amon disappeared from view mid-sentence for just a moment before suddenly emerging through the door and into Merah's holding cell, straight through the locked door and every single layer of wards. That certainly raises a lot of questions, doesn't it?
"Yeah, my family has lived here for a looooooooong time. Sis says that we were one of the first families to move into the city once it was built, and that's not counting everything that happened before that. We don't really use these rooms, especially since capturing one of Icknis's goons alive is nearly impossible. I've never seen this place so full! Speaking of, I can tell that the guy who looks kinda like an Infernal Guard is with you. Was that intentional? Looking like one of those purple creepos."
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Post by Tayl on Dec 8, 2016 17:03:39 GMT -6
"Yeah! Totally bambooz-whoa!!"Merah was alarmed by Amon's sudden, seemingly impossible entrance into his cell, but quickly returned to his normal demeanor as if he hadn't just straight-up walked through a door. A door with, like, blocky magic stuff!!"That's not surprising! They seemed pretty tough. Up until, y'know, they ditched us. That was rude! Anyway, you mean Elemon, right? Nah, he always looks like that! It's a pretty weird coincidence though, isn't it? He totally fits in!""Seriously, who the f-""Anyway," Merah continued before Chaude could traumatize another child with muffled profanity, "How'd you just do that? I can usually just melt down to fit under doors, but there's a bunch of weird magic junk in the way... You must be super powerful!"
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Post by Exuro on Jan 4, 2017 3:52:42 GMT -6
Amon, his eagerness to give a long-winded explanation showing quite plainly in his wide grin, found his words abruptly cut short by the sound of an adjacent hallway door bursting open. Not hesitating for a moment, he made a shushing gesture towards Merah before abruptly vanishing into thin air in the blink of an eye.
"So, I hear we wrangled ourselves a Codus. Talk about an eventful day, huh? Tell me you got something juicy out of them."
The voice that so rudely interrupted would be, though the one that responded to the new voice's query might sounds familiar to all those present in the cells-- their primary captor and host for the immediate future, Green Yoshi.
"I wish. Only thing I managed to get out of the ingrate is their name and title, Lund the Keen. We've no record of this one in any of our reports dating back to the creation of the Codus, so they're most likely a fresh recruit from one of the outlying Realities. Ignis is getting desperate for allies, if you'd ask me."
"Yeah, that'd make sense. Especially considering that Ignis sent them on a mission that any Tyrian Infernal with even the slightest amount of survival instinct would avoid. I'd ask Nerajj if he knew anything about this one, but I've spied neither hide nor hair of him anywhere for the better part of a week. Figuratively speaking, of course. Would 'cloak nor spooky purple eyes' sound better?"
The conversation ceased for a moment, replaced by the sound of locking cell doors and... chains? From the outside, there didn't seem to be any indication of actual physical security aside from some simple door locks. Perhaps some of the rooms were better-equipped for ill-behaved houseguests?
"No, not really. Anyways, now that that's taken care of, we should go get Blue and see if liberal application of those famous Ash Legion interrogation methods are able to crack our uncooperative guest. After that, I get to go investigate the unexplained magical anomaly that took place near the palace district not too long ago, and you head off on your pre-discussed assignment."
"One-hundred percent behind you on that. No reason to stick around, especially considering that some of our guests seem to have no problem with letting us know how unhappy they are with the service here. If Nerajj ever shows back up, have him bring around another round of pillows or something."
Well, apparently they at least got the message as far as extra pillows are concerned.
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Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 7:57:04 GMT -6
Merah dee-colon'd upon the disappearance of his new bud but was quickly distracted by the voices in the hallway. He scurried closer to the door, peeping through the sliding viewpoint again. Elemon also listened closely (nothing new there), while Chaude instead elected to start shouting profanities and demands as soon as he heard voices (also nothing new there). Something about shoving those pillows- oh. Whoa. This is a family website, I can't type that shit up. But maybe don't give that guy any pillows in person. "I'm really sorry Chaude is such a terrible person!" Merah genuinely apologized in Chaude's stead.
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Post by Exuro on Jan 17, 2017 4:59:06 GMT -6
Despite his limited field of vision, Merah would be able to plainly see the two individuals holding the conversation, as well as what he might assume was one of the few remaining Infernal Guards left from the crew. Said Infernal appeared to be draped in a considerable number of glowing black chains, gaze averted towards the floor as they were escorted into one of the cells adjacent to Elemon's. As for their captors, the man dressed in grey's hand twitched down towards a dagger at his hip once Chaude started back up with his profanities, but quickly changed his mind when met with a stern glare from the woman in green. Once they had made their exit somewhere off to the left of Merah's room, Amon quickly popped back into view where he had been standing before being interrupted.
"Sorry about that! Sis would have a centaur if she saw me talking to anyone in here. Anyways, the reason I can do all of this cool stuff is because most of it is... well, Mister Black calls it cretius sanguinum-- that's Titan-speak for ancestral blood magic, I read in a book one time. My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandpa was one of Mister Black's best friends, and he gave my grandpa some kind of gift that let him work with all sorts of weird arcane stuff. He was a great Mesmer already too, so those both get passed down through every generation to one kid. That's me!"
Amon beamed with pride once more, unconsciously fiddling with the back strap of his eyepatch. Considering that Elemon was almost definitely listening in on this conversation, it would only take them a short amount of time to find out that Amon was, indeed, quite magically potent-- much more powerful than a child his age had any business being. While the magic was both mostly dormant and not particularly malevolent, the way he was able to slip effortlessly through the wards suggested he was learning how to manipulate raw magical energy at a frightening pace.
"I'm still learning how to use it, but I've found some neat tricks that aren't in any of the books. That's how I keep getting around all of this magic!"
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Post by Tayl on May 11, 2017 20:13:55 GMT -6
Elemon's attention was quickly split between Amon's aura and the arrival of the Infernal closeby. After examining the former, he shifted focus from Merah's cell to remotely observing the Infernal. Merah, meanwhile, was excited about the return of his new friend. "Whoa, that's super neat! I wish I had genetics like that," Merah puffed out his cheeks, "Then I could probably just bust outta here and go home. I could really go for a donut right about now... But sometimes you just gotta do your time.""Aren't you too old to have an imaginary friend?! Is that what's going on here?!"
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Post by Exuro on May 11, 2017 23:51:13 GMT -6
"I'm surprised that Sis hasn't come back to do more of her boring formal stuff down here yet. Whenever we have people down here, it never takes this much time to find out what to do. Whatever is happening, it must be really bad... but hey, you want donuts? Miss Violet dropped off a bunch of goodies when she stopped by before work, and hers are the best in the whole city! Just a sec and I'll bring some back."
Just like that, Amon was gone once more in a brief shimmer of pinkish-purple magic. With no further magical distractions, Elemon would have a much better time at analyzing the Infernal bound up in the other cell. The most notable thing about them would be the chains themselves, as opposed to the actual Infernal; they absolutely radiated divine magic not unlike the majority of the wards on their own cells. In addition, the chains appeared to be exponentially more powerful than the aforementioned wards, to the point where Elemon would actually struggle to break free of them. As such their Infernal friend didn't seem to be going anywhere any time soon. As for the prisoner in question, they seemed to be very much drained of magical energy, to the point where the only thing keeping them together was the effects of the chains binding them. Whatever courtesy was extended to the Representatives and Chaude apparently did not extend to regular members of Ignis's standing army.
"Phew, that was close! Everyone is running around the manor like their hair is on fire! Anyways, help yourself! Do any of your friends in the other rooms like donuts? Plenty to go around!"
And once again, in popped Amon, a wicker basket full of delicious-looking donuts tucked underneath one arm, which he promptly offered to Merah.
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Post by Tayl on May 15, 2017 16:03:52 GMT -6
Merah made the biggest face he could muster. Or... a o8O face...? An o80 face? You get the point. He was pretty excited about donuts. "Whoaaaaaa! That's awesome! Thanks so much!" he exclaimed, selecting a donut and promptly devouring it whole. Given that he's translucent, the donut remained visible in his blobby form, slowly dissolving into nothingness. Disconcerting! "Whoever Miss Violet is, you should thank her for me! That donut was great! I think Elemon probably likes donuts... he's the big purple guy in the robes! Oh, wait, I guess that's not very specific... he's in the room next to mine who's not Chaude! Chaude is the angry yelly guy. He doesn't deserve donuts 'cause he's a butt.""Hey! I heard my name in there! Are you talking sh-""I dunno about that other person that I saw when I was peepin' into the hallway... but they look like they could use some cheering up! They looked kinda roughed up... kinda weird they got here way later than us... and it seems like something bad's going on... hmm, lots of mysteries around here..." Merah pondered out loud, rubbing his chin.
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Post by Exuro on May 22, 2017 4:56:42 GMT -6
Amon frowned for a moment after Merah mentioned the other prisoner, having been distracted from the fascinating sight that was his slime pal's digestive process. After glancing back towards the cell in question for a couple of seconds, Amon shook his head and hoisted the basket of donuts before stepping towards the wall dividing Merah and Elemon's cells.
"That's an Infernal Guard in the cell there. I don't know how much you know about the guy you got stuck working for, but he can't actually leave the reality he's trapped in. Sooo, he sends those things out to go do his dirty work, which usually is a bunch of awful, no-good stuff. I don't think Sis has ever managed to catch one, though... she says they usually kill themselves before allowing themselves to be captured. Besides, I can't exactly get close to them with all the binding magic keeping them locked up... that looks like something Mister Black himself cast. I'm totally awesome and all, but not awesome enough to sneak around divine magic."
With that, Merah popped through the wall into Elemon's room, basket of donuts held out in front of him and grin once again in place.
"Hi! Whoa, you look an awful lot like an Infernal Guard, even up this close. I bet Nerajj would have trouble telling you apart in at first glance. Anyways, donut?"
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