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| Through the Door; Mammon | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 21 2015, 04:40 PM (223 Views) | |
| Viktor | Feb 21 2015, 04:40 PM Post #1 |
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Well, It was kind of disturbing recently, but Vik had become very aware of just how involved his his families business he had become. He blamed it on the island. Having a giant command a bunch of other, zombie giant things to try and wipe out the ancestral homeland for reasons he still did not fully understand had instilled some sense of belonging in him. Sure, he may not always agree with the wider policy of the Zauber family, sure he may not want to be the big responsible Zauber agent but at the same time... He guessed he had seen why they needed someone to do that. Whilst he might argue that they could loose face and let the Sotoan government deal with some things, he knew that a lot of what happened was to keep the peace. Keeping said peace meant people could be happy, and alive. When he thought of if like that he realised how immature he had been. If it could keep even one more person living then what did it matter what he wanted? Some people he truly despised, it was true, but even for them he would happily sacrifice the idle he had loved to give them another day, another taste of true freedom. He wondered how his viewpoint would be changed if he had not been born into one of the oldest and most prestigious families in Soare? Well, he probably would not be here for one. He was sat on the back of a cart, a simple wooden thing, drawn by what appeared to be a bull, although in many places its hide had frayed, revealing a little of the crystal based automaton beneath. Around him were a handful of guards, six in total, with four being hired and two being representatives of one of the big guilds in Madrid. They were here to take the prisoner. Ozias the doorkeeper. Not that intimidating a title, but the man was a necromancer of dangerous power, luckily Viks grandfather had intervened before the man had a chance to truly begin his plot. That was a long time ago now, and he had been held in this simple cell, deep underground, reinforced by the natural magic occurring in the area. He was being moved purely because the strain the family was being put under recently. Whilst this cell was pretty much the best hope of containing his exact talents, it had also been used because the Zauber family had always had people close at hand able to effortlessly take Ozias down should he escape. But grandfather was old and his health failed him, and whilst his Aunt Morwenna was up to the task, as was a couple of other people the family could call on, they were all overworked, far away in many cases. Hence Ozias was being moved to a cell that was slightly easier to break out of, but where if he did there would be immediate, strict armed response. It was a little bit of a diplomatic admittance of weakness, he had been told, but worth it. Better to look weak than be responsible for a monster like Ozias being loose. However, in a show they were still a force it had been insisted that they oversee the transfer. Vik had asked to go because... Well, because it was either him or Eva, and she was still struggling with what happened on the island. Besides, given a choice surely the next in line to the head of the family was quite a show? More than his girlfriend (who was admittedly a more skilled mage). So. Viktor Zauber and a handful of swords his grandmother had seen hired were here to escort a potentially dangerous man to Madrid. It sounded dull. With a sigh Vik jumped from the cart and walked a few paces forwards, touching his hand to a seemingly random rock. The rock glowed, and there was a rumbling. "Okay friends, just a quick heads up" he turned back, his dark green cloak swaying with the motion, revealing a simple jacket and white shirt "If the Doorkeeper does have an evil escape plan, it is probably going to be in about ten seconds when he emerges from this rock. So... Be ready to hit him on the back of the head?" he shrugged "otherwise if someone wants to sit with him in the wagon then someone else can go share out the good bottle of scotch between the rest of us" He ran his hand through his hair. He hoped this would be easy. He had not really commanded mercenary guards like this before. He hoped they liked him. It was a really nice bottle of scotch, after all. |
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| Mammon | Feb 22 2015, 02:05 PM Post #2 |
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Mammon wearing he's Large heavy bear fur coat, purple pointed shoes, and purple clothing, he had a elven long sword on he's left hand side of he's hip, he's long staff on the back of his back with a skull at the front of it, coin purse of two hundred gold coins on he's lower back, And gloves. He was one of the men hired by the Noble Family, to act as an escort. Among other men. He's eyes glared at the man who was on the back of the cart that was being moved by a huge bull. Mammon was slightly annoyed at this escort job. Mainly because they were other people with him. He preferred to go solo. At the fact that he was not aware what these men can do or if they were even capable of working as a team. Annoyed him. While they traveled, a group of undead rats about twenty were following, hiding making sure they were undetected. They were something he could really on without having to sacrifice his time to protect them. Unlike these Men, they can be replaced by more rats. He glared at the men, as he followed. Simply said nothing. They had seemed to stop. Mammon raised in eyebrow. Oh stopping for a break are we now? However that seemed to not be true. As Vik got off from the cart. And made he's way forward to some form of rock, he touched it and it glew. Mammon was about to speak. But choose not to as he listened to the Man."I'll sit with the man in the wagon." He said slowly. Mammon finally speaking up."Hitting someone on the back of the head?" He resisted the urge to hold back his comments. As he moved in front of Vik. His hand on the hilt of the Blade."Well, Shall we proceed or are we going to be waiting here for a long time?" He said slowly. Drawing he's blade finally, as he would take a stance, he's eyes narrowed as he waited for the man to finally emerge from this silly rock. Edited by Mammon, Feb 22 2015, 02:05 PM.
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| Viktor | Feb 24 2015, 03:43 PM Post #3 |
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Slowly the rock melted away, reforming into a simple door, isolated, standing upright. Yet somehow, when it opened it lead to a small room, inside of which was a small man. He had lost most of his hair, although he had a short beard and wore a pair of spectacles on the tip of his nose, which looked to have been broken at some point long ago. Soft blue eyes peered at the new visitors and he viewed them with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Hello?" he asked, turning in his chair, worming his feet back into a pair of slippers with rabbit faces and drawing a cloak around himself. Vik decided he probably had not been expecting to be disturbed. Although if Ozias did have any contact with the outside world, he guessed playing at suprise would be his best bet at escape. Yet... Vik found it hard to believe this kind looking old man could be much of a threat to anyone, let alone be such a magical threat that the only way people could be safe from him was to lock him away. "Is there a problem?" he asked "Robert said I would not need to leave here. Who are you?" Vik glanced around "His grandson?" he seemed unsure "Sorry. I uhh, was expecting something a little different." The old man cocked his head. Vik felt uncomfortable. "We need to move you to a new place?" he offered, grasping. "Oh. Alright." the man adjusted his spectacles and walked towards them, pausing before he stepped out the door. He took a deep breath and took the final step, still in his slippers, resting his eyes on Vik now he was closer he erupted into a smile "Ah! You would be Karl's boy? You have his nose, and you have a cart! Wonderful! I was worried you might want these old bones to walk." he took a few steps towards the cart, Vik following dumbfounded, which persisted as the man turned to Mammon and smiled "Would you be a friend and help me up into the cart? Ooh, and a glass of that for me too if that's alright?" Vik nodded without understanding as another the hired guards used his initiative and began sharing the rather fancy bottle of scotch out. "To a successful operation, I guess" he mused, half to himself, half to everyone, and drank. Well, this was damn good scotch. That at least was exactly according to plan. Otherwise though his mind ran with questions. This man was one of the most feared necromancers of the past sixty years? It did not seem likely, he was so... Jovial. He bore no evident ill will to the Zauber family either, which also seemed odd. Was he hiding it? "Let's all get going then. If we can get a few of us in the cart we can head back, and you all can collect the second half of your pay. Easy money I guess" he shrugged, and hoped that would be enough of an incentive. He guessed it would, if you were in this life for the money finding you could get a good amount of gold for escorting a harmless seeming old man must be ideal. He looked back and the door closed, and began collapsing in on itself with a thought from him. This was too easy. But the man seemed to know his dad, and his grandfather. Reasonably well, it seemed. What had Grandfather been doing imprisoning. "You are Ozias the Doorkeeper?" he double checked. The man chuckled "I was. A long time living an easy life has put paid to him. Maybe I should be Ozias the painter now" he looked around briefly. This was weird as. |
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| Mammon | Mar 6 2015, 06:29 AM Post #4 |
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As the rock melted. Mammon raised a eye brow. This was rather interesting. Whom would thought there was some kind of secret lair. Mammon waited until the prisoner was brought out. He doubted the prisoner would attack Viktor. He held on the hand of his sword with his left hand. Holding the sword in place, his staff moved near his armpits by his right arm, and scotch bottle in his right hand. Mammon did not touch it. Mammoned glared at this man. As he entered the surface. Slippers with rabbit faces. The man's cloak was a mighty one. Mammon kinda adored this half haired man's fancy looking cloak. Mammon Adore's cloak's overall. His eyes glaring at him, given a death stare. Did he just command Mammon? This was some form of joke? Since when did he sign up to have Mammon being barked at by some prisoner. He looked at Ozias from head to toe. And helped the poor old man into the cart, getting inside as well. His staff placed on his right, so he would be in reach of it, end of the stick on the flooring while the middle leaned against the air, while the top the dead skill was touching the end of the ceiling. Sitting beside him his eyes peaked up as he spoke. After Viktor finished his speech."You are awfully odd and dangerous." Mammon noted. Yes he did not buy this man's Innocence one bit. Mammon was in this for the special artifacts. and a bit of coin. But this was far more outlandish then he had hoped. This man acted Innocence, he was kind, and very odd and weird. What game was he playing. He also thought this man could possibly Escape the lair. If he wanted to. If he was this powerful. What was he planning. However perhaps he can use this man for his own plots. Use this man for his own things and uses he did for the undead. Bound souls unleash Wraths and Liches. All sorts of good things. He handed the man the bottle of scotch."Enjoy.." Mammon said slowly his eyes looked at the top of the wall."I won't be drinking." He said slowly. Mammon wanted a clear head. And a clear head he shall have. His eyes then moved to match the old man's."Tell me. Old man, don't you want to be free one day?" Mammon questioned the man."A chance to live. Or do old habits die hard? You know there are always second chances." Mammon added. Giving the man a sly smile. |
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| Viktor | Mar 10 2015, 02:48 PM Post #5 |
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The old man shifted a little in his seat, seemingly almost comically relaxed and undisturbed by the situation, although he smiled and nodded a thanks as Mammon passed him the bottle, pouring himself a small glass, before passing the bottle to Viktor, who took another glass and did the same before passing both a handful more and the bottle to the crew. Let us focus on scotch. Scotch made sense, scotchy scotch scotch. This was not an evil wizard who seemed to be a friendly old man. Nice and sensible and oh dear sweet gods that was good. "Do I want to be free?" the man asked, looking at Mammon, confused a little "Am I not free now? I lived without need to worry for food, water or shelter. I indulged hobbies and was able to pursue whatever avenue my mind wanted." he tapped his head "Tell me, are you being paid to be here?" he asked, tilting his head slightly "How free are you truly?" he chuckled "Some people in this world really do not work for cages unless they want to be in them" he offered, before pausing "Of course who knows. Maybe the isolation has driven me mad?" he held out a hand and a wispy face appeared "Am I mad?" "Oh, a little eccentric maybe, but no more than most" the skull replied, its voice a deep bass, reverberating and booming. Before vanishing. "That settles it" the man smiled. Vik slightly bit his bottom lip, mentally thinking things through and deciding he did not agree with that. But, on the other hand, did not exactly want to say that the man should have tried to escape whilst sitting so close and being sort of responsible for making sure that did not happen. It seemed unwise. "So, do you both feel the need for a second chance at something then?" he asked, cheerfully, "judging from your line of questioning, and your face" he turned to each of them in turn, before sipping on his drink slightly, smiling warmly as he did so. Vik shrugged "Not overly." he commented "I mean, yeah, I would do things different but nothing to set the world on fire" he decided on somewhat honesty and keeping the man happy and content. Seemed a good idea. "Your father?" asked the man, and then paused "Or... Ah, a first love? There is always something special about them, isn't there?" Vik paused, and then immediately hardened his expression "You read my mind?" he asked, almost accused, wary. The man shook his head "Nothing so serious. Believe it or not I was a young man once, and had similar worries" he turned to Mammon once more "And you, any regrets?" he asked, seemingly friendly still, wiggling his toes slightly, face warm, soft and smiling softly. |
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| Mammon | Mar 21 2015, 09:12 AM Post #6 |
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Mammon looked at this man. I don't trust him. His way to friendly for someone who's been entrapped. Perhaps it's his plan get them to be friends and Have us both let him go. I don't quite know. This man is something. However I do know something. I will have this man be done with if he so wishes to run away from us. Mammon thought slowly. Then again, Mammon would a adore a person with such a mind. Mammon did not buy one bit of his friendliness. Because it would be something he would do to earn someone's trust before striking when least expected. This man.. Humans so flawed and easy to read. Mammon of course could have been wrong but right now he didn't want to. More so Mammon always wanted to be right. "You are not free at all." Added after The old man spoke. His eyes examining the entire cart which they were inside of. "Look where that got you? At the end of the road. Trapped in a rock and getting transferred by a Cart. Yes marvelous life you lived." Mammon added. The last sentence held a bit of sarcasm in it. His eyes narrowed as the man asked the next question. "You think I am doing this for charity?" Mammon let out a small chuckle. That couldn't be helped or be kept to himself. This man was truly something, Nice, Kind, And lots of questions. What exactly was his plot or plan. Mammon always expected the worse from people. Because he was an Archdemon. He lived in hell where he ruled it with an iron fist. Where Beleth, Lilith, and Lucifer challenged him all the time. Told him lies tried to manipulative him, betrayed him. This realm was nothing like hell. He held some things similar but not to the extremes of hell. But it all followed the same pattens everyone did something for a reason. What was his catch. Mammon has yet to figure that out."I am being paid yes.. But I seek something extra as well. Something with power. Something gold can't buy. Something collectors value a lot more then gold and would exchange for an equal price." He was talking about Artifacts. And how collectors traded Artifacts for Artifacts hence the price term. Mammon gave no reply to his cage statement. He just looked away. He was already caged in. Caged in this realm without a way out, yet. Bloody Gods curse them all for punishing him. Did Mammon hold regrets? No, he did not. Everything happened for a reason. If the Gods wanted him in this realm there was a reason for it. Even if Mammon didn't like that idea. He could not change it. With each mistake someone made. You move on from it and improve."I Have none." Mammon replied towards the man he looked at the old man and Mammon spoke."What about yourself?" Mammon questioned the old man. Surely he had some, However. Mammon doubted that the Old man had any. |
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| Viktor | Apr 8 2015, 03:05 PM Post #7 |
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The old man seemed pretty relaxed as Mammon challenged him, merely shrugging "If you say so." he paused and turned to Viktor "You are paying him, I take it?" he smiled and still seemed pretty relaxed, all told. Perhaps he enjoyed the conversation, thought Viktor, although he was not sure he would have lacked it. With someone of his magical skill, at least from what he had been told, you could not truly imprison them unless they wanted to be there. He wondered what kind of cell had been housed beneath that rock. The man certainly did not move like somebody who had been cramped up, and he looked reasonably well fed and healthy. If Vik was a more cynical man, he would say that he had not been imprisoned at all. After all, he had seemed to know of Vik's father, even if he did not know much about him he had seen a resemble. That did not seem like the typical attitude of an enemy who had crossed paths so rarely. Besides, Viktor knew his father had never been a battle mage of any sort. Far from the opposite, his drive for research to create something that somehow stood on its own merits and proved he was worthy of his name was probably a factor behind his death. He... He had never sought direct danger. Viktor began to open his mouth to speak when an arrow flew from the trees and impacted a guard in the leg. There was a cry and suddenly everyone span to face the direction of the attack. Which probably was a reflection on why having a group of individuals hired was a bad idea. They all wanted to defend themselves, none of them had the regimental cohesion and trust to guard their allies backs. As such a second arrow crippled another with a near identical shot. The second shot caused a ripple of panic, but also caused at least a more active type of reaction, as people seemed to realise they had been surrounded. Vik looked to the direction of the arrows, and saw nothing, nor could he recognise any tell tale traces of magic. He turned to the old man, who had ducked behind the raised edge of the cart, reacting a little slower than Viktor. He was scared. Again he had ended up in a combat situation. He hated this. He could feel fear gripping him already, but he was getting better each time it happened. He tried to think, calmly, rationally. He should help. He drew his wand and with a few waves he began making the armour of all his hirelings tougher and lighter than it should otherwise be, and then with another gesture he placed a large, invisible wall between themselves and the location of the second arrow. He would have chosen the direction of the first shot to block, but he was more certain of the second arrows location. He gestured to everyone in the general direction of the first archer as they fired again, this one impacting a shield as the second archer had their shot bounce off Viktor's invisible wall. He did not trust himself to speak without crying out and freezing. He tried to stand up, to be proud and tall. He achieved it, although he felt very open, he was very aware of how many trees there were hidden around. Every single one suddenly held an archer. He did not want to die. He wanted to kill even less. He wanted everyone to live, and why was that wrong? Another arrow flew out at them before being snatched from the air by a shadowy being that had suddenly appeared. The figure was tall, crooked and had an almost birdlike face, and yet it was horrific to look upon. Its skeleton seemed to hover inside the shadowy flesh. The arrow fell to the floor. "Rude" murmured the old man. "Most rude. Please ask your friends to watch the ground, the necromancer appears to be trying to raise creatures from it" Vik looked at him as the shadow creature seemed to burst, the fragments forming into a swarm of tiny hummingbirds that circled the man. The old man looked to Mammon "Would you mind taking out that archer? I will stop their caster opening the ground beneath us in the mean" Viktor suddenly felt amazingly outclassed. He did not have the magical sense some people did, but even a novice could feel the power radiating from this man. Each hummingbird seemed so... Perfect, flawless, they moved randomly and yet in utter co ordination at the same time, an ever shifting pattern of darkness and shape and light and movement that almost seemed to take on a canvas like property. He had cast simple illusions when he was three purely because he wanted too and did not realise he should not be able to. He had been called a prodigy, and despite his lack of interest in learning anything he had always assumed he could. He was still a child. ------- The second archer cursed as her shot bounced harmlessly in the air. With feline grace she dropped from her tree and made a dash across open ground, dropping into a bush and holding her bow close to her. Still, she did not feel overly worried, they had them flanked by two archers with enough experience hiding in wooded terrain to make pathetic mortals gasp in disbelief. Her pointed ears twitched, which signified to her that the true casting had begun in earnest, to surprisingly little effect. It looked like the old man was resisting. She pulled her goggles over her eyes and looked towards the groups once more, and made a note of what was happening, her dark brown hair falling all around her as she dropped to her belly and began to crawl a short distance closer. She could not see her partner on the other side, but the wall seemed to hint they would go to try and shut him down first. He was the better sword than she, that would have to be enough if stealth failed her. In truth she had not wanted to work with the necromancer, or save this man, but... Needs must. |
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