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| Vyse | Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:24 pm Post #1 |
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Vyse was brought in to talk to someone he was friendly with, Auron. Auron was a friend of his, he had hired him several times and drank with him several times after that. Auron didn't talk about himself much, neither did Vyse, they still had plenty of fun together. He was lead to the jail cell, the guard unlocked it and let Vyse in, locking it behind him. Vyse hadn't seen Auron in a few weeks, he himself had changed, his third and fourth arms were tucked away in his vest's fake padded stomach, making him look a bit pudgy, though if anyone felt it it would be obvious it was padded, he recently had a rule about not physical contact, he disliked it for the most part, might reveal his secret. He looked down at Auron, "So, put into jail for murder... Auron, what did you think you were doing, it's known you're part of my company's guard, you're often hired and we've been seen drinking together several times. You're so lucky I think it's not a normal murder, I think someone either tricked you or controlled you, am I correct in this assumption, or should I be angry that I already plan on paying your bail and you'll be free to go, though I will be keeping you in Cascadia to keep an eye on you, hope you like helping out with desk work and protecting my personal caravan when I journey to the oasis in Istan. You'll be paying me back for the money I had to spend for at least one month, that is if you accept the bail, if you want to rot in jail though I understand." He tapped his foot, the guard had let him keep his four swords, two on his back and two on his sides. He kept his helmet under one of his arms, it was a beautiful creation made of copper. Now all he had to do was listen to Auron's story and see if I would need to condemn his friend... or help him. |
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:41 pm Post #2 |
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Auron DeBrouchet, you are wanted for murder and the escape from a previous incarceration. Kellen has filed for wanting you in their cells again, but your murder here puts us in a bind. Normally we would send you to the Taras prisons, but as it stands, they are in no condition to hold inmates. We will hold you here until further notice. The guard holding the chain between Auron's manacles twisted them in his wrist, bringing his arms tighter together, paining his shoulders. For a moment, he considered wrapping the chain around the man's arm and pulling in both directions, destroying the bones in his limb. The thought was washed away by heavy nausea, followed by a painful burning in his lower stomach, as if he'd ingested a burning coal. Hunching over, he dry heaved. Drunks. The guard spat, yanking the chains taut. The Istani stumbled forward. The man led him to the cells, twisting a key in the lock of one of the first cells and tossing him in. Mind concentrating on the pain in his belly at the satisfying thoughts of hurting the abusive guard, he didn't catch himself in time. His face hit the floor, creating a nice bruise on his jaw to go with the gash on his brow. The guard laughed, sliding the door closed and walking to the end of the hall, taking a seat. Auron lay back against the stone wall, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. And here we are once again. He concentrated on locking away the pain, disembodying it and setting it aside. It began to fade away. Finally able to relax, he took a deep breath, looking down to inspect the manacles he wore. He'd been wearing them when he was found. The guard had inspected the bronze chains and searched his person, but could not find a key nor a way to remove them. Deciding they were harmless, he had placed a normal iron set on him and led him off. The last couple of days had passed by without event, eating the small amounts the guards dished out. Surprisingly, save for the one man, the rest were fairly respectful, giving them their food without spitting in drinks, throwing their food to the floor, or pissing on the bread. They simply did their duty quietly and moved on to the next inmate. Every so often the guard would pass by and spit at him or throw insults his way, and every time Auron envisioned bringing him crippling pain. Once he'd seen the man striking one of the other prisoners, a woman who was in for not paying her debts, thrown in with the murderers and rapists as an example. For the most part, they watched out for her, making sure nobody did anything, including the guard himself. Auron gained a new respect for criminals in those couple of days. Around the fifth day, he had a visitor. Vyse was a welcome sight, though he was ashamed the man had to see him in this position. He'd proven a good friend and employer in the time he'd gotten to know him. A good friend where in a time in his life he had all too few. Hello, friend. Auron bit his cheek. I'm not going to deny anything. It was my own hands that killed the woman. Perhaps not my mind, but these hands all the same. And I cannot guarantee it would not happen again. He shook his head. Keep your money, I'm afraid I would be no good to you as a guard. And I can't have your money put to having me released, only to murder again. It would only draw suspicion on you. Though, I don't plan to rot here. I can't stand the guard, Vyse. He assaults the inmates and taunts them. Works out his frustrations on us. The thoughts had his anger rising, eyes flashing. He couldn't help but to think of how it would feel to sink a blade in the man's bowels. Grimacing, he rested a hand on his stomach, gasping as if out of air. Do not waste your gold on me. |
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| Vyse | Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:17 pm Post #3 |
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Vyse scowled, so he did do it, though not in his own mind... something or someone had forced him or coerced him into doing it, good to know. The thoughts of his friend being in this jail cell made him angry, this wasn't right. When he heard about the guards mistreating the prisoners, that set him off, he growled and turned to the guard behind him, he changed his face to a smile, "Please send the guard who usually takes care of this part of the jail." He gave him an odd look then nodded, walking back down the hall. Vyse turned back to Auron, "Okay, I won't bail you out, though I don't like just leaving you here alone, I'll visit when I can Auron. Though it would be best to tell me everything you know, if you tell me what happened exactly. That way I can at least help with finding out how to stop it from happening again." He wanted to help his friend, he was a good man at heart, he knew it, he just needed to learn how and what controlled him. He heard the clanking of armor, he was brought a rather unimpressive looking guard outside of his cell. The man walked up to it, saluting, "You wanted to see me sir, is this murderer bothering you?" Vyse didn't hesitate, he grabbed the man and slammed his head into the bars, ripped off his helmet, and pushed him back across the hall. The man was dumbstruck and panicked for a second, half drawing his sword, Vyse gave him a hard glare as he crushed his helmet in his hands, "If you ever mistreat my friend ever again, this helmet will become your face." The man's face turned pale, he turned and ran back down the hall, calling for the captain, the other guard gave Vyse a sad look, "Sorry Mr. Noclan, this offense will land you a night in jail, you'll be spending the night with Auron sir, I'll let you out in the morning, I'll try to go explain things to the captain." Vyse smirked, he would get a day in prison because they don't want to offend the man who sells them their medical supplies, supplies they used on a daily basis. If he stopped supplying them they'd have to spend a small fortune on finding a new supplier that gave them the same quality. |
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Wed Jul 20, 2011 11:57 pm Post #4 |
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The Istani thought about what Vyse had said. To be able to tell someone might make the situation bearable. But it could lead to consequences. If people found out, his life would get a whole lot more interesting. And not at all in a good way. But without someone knowing, he'd be reduced to sitting in alleys, surviving on whatever he could scrounge up. I'll... have to think about it. As for stopping it, all that can be done is being done. He lifted his arms, showing the man the set of bronze cuffs chained together on his arms. Auron had to admit, Vyse's treatment of the guard made him smile. Shaking his head, he moved aside and motioned to the spot next to him. I suppose we have time, friend. Though I must say, you may not believe a word I have to say. Grinning, he cocked his head, waiting for the guards to leave before beginning to say anything. Do you believe in the gods? Well, whether you do or not, they exist. The ones we all knew as the biggest among them, perhaps not but there are still gods. Lords of the abyss and celestia, divine beings who hold power we cannot imagine. Auron laughed to himself, pausing his story. He was one of his tribe, a people with no beliefs in other beings, only in the entity of war. Ironic enough. I was too nosy. And someone in the wrong place at the right time. I was picked out and given an artifact of one of these gods. It made me nearly one of them. He found himself smiling. He wiped away the grin, pained at his own reaction. I became an avatar of a demon god, the Lord of Battle Abaddon. Given the power to find no equal in battle, save for the mistress of Blades herself. He looked at the back of his hand, the scar of the demon still there, never having left him. It was too much. Has been too much recently, too. I've lost everything. And it's back. |
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| Vyse | Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:26 am Post #5 |
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Vyse nodded, he took no real stock in gods or demons, he fought one real demon, he didn't like remembering that time though, it wasn't fun, to many head injuries, not enough time to remember them all. He stroked his chin, so whatever had possessed him could still take over, he could already feel that this might be out of his league. He took the offered seat, racking his brains to think of a solution, he thought of his blade Niteo, if he had it he could keep his urges under control, though he would be constantly doing good deeds to, that would help him. No, he needed Niteo to deal with crooked merchants, with the blade on the wall when they walk in they see it and feel guilty, spilling their intentions out, allowing him to dismiss them without a thought. This would be a major problem. Vyse smirked, "Don't worry, we just need to get enchanted items to bind with you, something to suppress evil and something else to cause you physical pain when you think of hurting innocents... the only thing I can think of is a Mark, from a paladin order, it stops most people since if they think or try to do anything evil they get very very sick, vomit a lot, it's just not a pretty picture. I could talk to a few paladins I know, get them to put a Mark on you, that way you could live outside the jail... though you'd be kept on constant watch by the paladins or guard. So it really wouldn't be much better then jail, except it would be all of Cascadia that would be your jail cell." It was a decent idea, though it was still a bandage solution, it was temporary, sooner or later the evil force would break the Mark, they needed a more permanent solution. Maybe Auron had some kind of idea, he turned to him, "Do you have any better ideas?" |
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| Auron DeBrouchet | Thu Jul 21, 2011 12:51 am Post #6 |
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Auron listened to the man's suggestion with a growing grin. Lifting the bronze manacles, he thumbed the bronze, running his bared skin over the metal. Runes and enchantments glowed on the metal, intricate weaves layers deep meant to bind and weaken, enchantments to activate on a preset condition, in this case to activate on the act of or intention to cause violence. It would seem i've beaten you to it. Or an order has, anyway. They bound me with these. Not permanent by any means, but there's no way to fully rid me of a god's touch. As long as i've got these, I'm invisible to him. Can't bring harm to another. And I can't unlock them. He shook his sleeves back over the cuffs, holding the thin, scratchy blanket over the chain. Listen. I can't have you tying your name, or gold, to me. But how would you feel about harboring a fugitive? He grew somber, head lowered. I can't stay here. I'm not about to hurt another innocent. And i'd be hard pressed to hurt anyone else. Only for a short while, I promise you. Auron's mind drifted to the woman he'd murdered, seeing nothing but her corpse lying in the street, ribcage decimated beyond repair. Remorse filled the man. He found it surprising, however, that the thought of what he'd done did not activate the cuffs. |
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| Vyse | Thu Jul 21, 2011 1:31 am Post #7 |
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Vyse frowned, he himself could never hold a fugitive, he could get Ratt to meet Auron, he would easily be able to find him a place to hide. Vyse whispered, "I can't hide a fugitive Auron, though a friend of mine is an information broker, I can get him to give you directions to a safe house, he's a good guy, he'll get you to your destination, if you have something of interest for him he might even get you a way off of Cascadia without alerting the guards." It was a slim chance, though Ratt was a bit of an oddball, he could find things that were supposedly hidden in darkness and secrecy, he only needed a day to find new information, if it's in Cascadia, Ratt knew about it. He thought about meeting Ratt tomorrow, he'd have to get Ratt to give Auron the directions, shouldn't be to hard, he seemed to be able to go through shadows at will and fit through the smallest of gaps... like a rat. He smirked, Ratterung would have a field day with Auron's manacles, he'd just look at them and he'd have the information he wants. "Good thing you have those manacles to, Ratt trades information for information, he'll want to look at the manacles for the directions. Though that's all I can do, I deal with shady people less then most merchants and I try to keep my nose clean, tell no one about Ratt if you get caught, he's a bit secretive and has an immeasurable amount of favors to use to... 'silence' someone who speaks out against him, we're just lucky he hates politics or else he'd be a crime boss." He smirked, Ratt was to eccentric to be a crime boss, to weak looking to really impose his power, not to mention he was weaker then most people thanks to his small size. |
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