Completed Djed to Rights

[Miro]

The ferry ride was mostly quiet apart from the brief Nolan provided about his intelligence. The next few bells of the trip it seemed that everybody prepared for what came next in their own way. Miro himself focused on his state of mind, his need for leadership. He attempted to put away any selfish feelings for now, for they would hinder his judgement, as would any cravings. To succumb to some lesser form of a craving could ruin his chance to truly satisfy his needs for power and domination. He could not allow himself to fail either.

When finally the long trip across the lake concluded, the trio made their way off of the ferry and across the Post. "We need to head to the Stables, get a mount, if we're to make the trip. For me to walk there would take longer than the ferry ride. I don't have a boarded mount there, but luckily I do have my ways. I'll get us what we need, so worry not." It was not a long walk from there to the gutted shack that was used to board the mounts. It was not the kind of place the apprentice ever visited, but still thought himself sly enough to have his way.

Miro made his way up to the stables and found the man that seemed to be in charge of business there. From what was understood it was Ebonstryfe operated, but that was something the man certainly was not. He looked the kind one would expect to be in charge of taking care of horses. A stocky man with a pleasant smirk, everything from his hat to his boots were covered in filth. He approached the guests while he pocketed his gloves. "Mornin' fellas, what can I be doin' for you?" He seemed a simple enough man.

The wizard turned to hand his staff off to his servant and made his way toward the stableman. The two shook hands and the apprentice flashed his badge. "The question is not what you can do for me, but what you can do for Rhysol. I need your help, but I need you to keep my visit here to yourself." The man nodded with grave concern. "I am on extremely important Ebonstryfe business, and I need to make use of your resources." Miro began to prepare his stern gaze with hypnotic Djed, but was interrupted before he could complete the spell.

The stableman knew an apprenticeship badge when he saw one and was hardly about to take the word of somebody with so little influence. The look on his face was filled with contempt and his harsh voice echoed against the thin walls. "You're just an apprentice, ya mook! I ain't givin' you anything to a nobody like you. You can pay or leave." This would make things difficult for all involved, but the Chained One, proud as he was, would not give up so easily. He would resolve things with deception as always.

The Hypnotist scowled and refocused himself. He would not let this man stand in his way. If necessary a kill would be made, for as he had told himself earlier, failure was not an option. He flared his Djed and presence and stared the man down with eyes that burned passionately. His steely glare pushed emotions of pure awe and fear. But the true terror came from his hiss of a voice. "That's right, I am a nobody, the kind of person that doesn't exist. This task is off the books, and if you do not cooperate, your head will be off your shoulders."

In truth what to say next slipped the undead's grasp, so he only heaved deep breaths as if to attempt to control himself. He clenched a fist, but then put his arm around the stableman and began to walk him away. He had to do something, and had already played the fear card, so he would hold to it. Reimancy was always the prime choice. He began to focus his attention to his hand and emit a liquid Res that transmuted one element after another. Tiny burst of fire, ice and lightning, all near to the man's face. "I am what they call the Remedy. I make problems disappear. But I try not to cause problems when fixing them, understand?"

The stableman nodded very nervously and the wizard removed his arm from around the man's neck. "I don't need much, just a little help, and for you to keep your mouth shut about this." The nervous man opened his mouth to speak, but his words were caught in his throat. "Shh, don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. And this will stay between you, me, my partners and Rhysol." Finally he managed to get his words out. "W-what do you need? There was the desired result.

Miro grinned behind the Mask of Many. "I need you to accommodate my friends here to the best of your ability and lend a few mounts where necessary. I am not asking much, nothing real special, and I'll see everything makes it way back to you. Then I owe you one, and you forget we ever met." The man still seemed hesitant to offer such a thing, so the wizard made a gesture in good faith. He removed the golden ruby ring from his blackened hand and gave it over. "Take this in exchange for now, it is worth a lot. My business, it'll only take a couple bells at most."

The stableman pointed out the mountain ponies and made sure to see that Lessomm and Nolan were taken care of. Not only that, but treated well. He would ensure that their mounts were fit for travel and even help the disabled wizard onto his pony. The detour in their trip would set them back at least a quarter of a bell, but with nothing more in their way they could continue. When all were ready to depart, Miro had an admission to make to his party. "I am not going to lie to you, I am not an experienced rider, nor am I familiar the way to the Cattail Farms either. Nolan, you will have to guide us, and likely scout ahead when we are near."

[Lessomm]

Lessomm stood quietly behind his master as the ferry continued on its way to the mainland. With his arms uncovered, Lessomm felt exposed and targeted so the warmth of the cloak he had put over all his arms provided him with a bit of safety as well. He kept two arms behind his back, under the cloak, at all times while one pair of naked arms was crossed in front of his chest. Lessomm's frame did not lend itself to the quiet but dangerous bodyguard look he was going for. "Who's this Forus then? Seems like Miro doesn't like him." There seemed to be a mocking undertone to the familiars mental voice as it communicated through their bond. "He stole something from my master's previous place of work and they asked him to get it back. He's dangerous." "And you're going with him? You could die. Why is it that every task you do with this undead man seems to involve you getting in a lot of dangerous situations. I'll die if you die, you know that, right?" "Don't worry, Garine. Master knows what he's doing and Forus will be the only one doing any dying. Besides, I can shield us from whatever Forus can throw at us. Just stay close to me." "Right..." While his words were there to assure the familiar of their undoubted success, Lessomm found himself hanging on his own words, hoping that his shields would indeed be able to stop whatever Forus threw at them. There was of course his master's ability to leech the enemy wizard, resulting in an easy mark. A wizard without Djed. Unless Forus was also an accomplished warrior in his own right. Granted, wizards and book people usually weren't but you never knew. Even Lessomm didn't have very good hand to hand skills, due to the lack of any proper training for almost a year now. When the Ferry landed at the docks on the mainland, their company waited to let the rush go first and then moved off the ship with Lessomm once again providing what assistance his master needed. Lessomm made a note to himself to make sure to have transportation ready the next time his master decided to go somewhere. Calling a Ravosala was easy as they swarmed the whole of Ravok. Having horses ready on this side of the ferry should have been done by Lessomm in advance. An unforgivable oversight on his part. Lessomm stayed close to Miro as they walked to a stable where they would buy horses. Lessomm accepted the staff his master handed to him and stood a little behind him, waiting to see how things moved along. The flashing of the badge was a nice gesture, except for the man being more informed than his looks gave away. He recognized Miro's badge as that of an apprentice and did all but punch Miro for trying to trick him. Lessomm stepped forward, ready to floor the man for his behavior but it seemed his master already had something else in mind. Before Lessomm could reach the man, his master started threatening the man with beheading and calling himself the Remedy. Behind his master's back, Lessomm dared a small smile at the name. It sounded much too friendly for a man like Miro. The small explosion of elements near the man's face was impressive from a distance but Lessomm could understand the effect it could have when performed in front of your nose by 'The Remedy' who made problems disappear. From there things moved along quickly. They were accommodated and were provided with two sturdy ponies for their travels. To Lessomm's surprise, Miro provided the man with payment in the form of a ring. Or perhaps only to keep it until he got his ponies back. When the man offered to help Miro on his pony, Lessomm was worried, for the man did not know Miro like Lessomm did and his master getting on the pony took time and effort from both parties. Taking that moment to turn to Nolan, Lessomm spoke quickly with the asset. "Perhaps it is best if you leave now and head out first. Ender can't talk to you like this but he can hear you so just talk to him and he'll convey your words to my master. Between my master and myself I'm not sure which is the worse rider but either way it'll take us quite some time to get there. Is there a place near our target where we can safely meet up?" Holding his own pony by the reins, Lessomm waited for Nolan to provide him with what information the man figured Lessomm should have, if any. "Be safe, Nolan. We'll see you once we get there." When he was done and left, Lessomm mounted the pony, somewhat more skillful than his master, and drove it closer to his master, bouncing in the saddle like a sack of potatoes. "Shall we go, master? I sent Nolan ahead. He'll communicate through Ender with you when necessary." His behind already hurt from those few steps and Lessomm cursed whichever God had invented horses and ponies. "..." While everything was quite over his mental link with Garine, Lessomm knew the familiar was enjoying herself watching Lessomm wrestle with the timid and well trained pony underneath him. "If you dare to laugh, I'll leave you behind with the stable guy over there." "..." The silence was accompanied by a faint, disembodied snicker.

[Inoadar]

Inoadar

Inoadar thanked Miro for his offer, but informed the mage that he had his own mount stabled there. He disappeared for a few chimes, then returned with "Handy", his Ravok Bloodbane. It lacked some of the innate aggression that had been developed in this breed, and so it was considered an "impure" specimen. All the better for Inoadar's novitiate skill.

He informed the two men that they needed only to head due west. As long as they did not move so far inland that they lost sight of the lake, they could not miss the Etravin Family holdings. The land was mostly flat, and the cultivated acres and outbuildings would be visible for miles. They would pass the Lily Pad farm first, fifty miles of flat, green, floating foliage; its borders marked by tall wooden poles. Like the Cat Tail farms, which they would pass after that, it was divided into ten-mile sections, each extending two miles into the lake. They would know when they reached the second farm by the fuzzier look of the foliage, the height of its plants above the water level, and the poles being painted blue or orange.

As he rode, he stopped from time to time to look back through his sighting lens to be sure his partners were on the right heading. He did not expect it to be difficult for them, nor did they appear to have any problem. The problem was more in the number of workers at the Cat Tail site when he arrived. Normally they stuck to their individual sections and only crossed community ground to deliver their bags of Cat Tails to the wagons parked there for that purpose.

But there were a significant number of men loitering around the southwest corner of the farm. It was suspiciously close to where the nearly completed fill-in site was said to be located, by Alice Lark, whose family figured prominently in the endeavor. He set Handy to graze behind a small hill and crept to the top to check the demeanor of these men with his sighting lens.

Just as he confirmed that these men were armed but clearly not of military bearing, he also saw the perimeter of the site where the underground facility was nearing completion. Unfortunately, he also saw a group of men shouting, pointing his way and waving to another group that was on patrol and now diverting from their course to approach his position. He cursed himself for missing them initially, but decided it was going to be necessary to have a talk with these men anyway. Ultimately, there would be no way to avoid it. Bluff and intimidation were old friends of his.

He walked back to Handy and mounted up to meet the approaching party. He knew that Miro and Lessomm were only ten or fifteen chimes behind him. If things went well, he would already be in control of the situation by the time they arrived. If not, he trusted they would avenge him without quarter. He also assumed that Ender was relaying the circumstances to Miro. It may be even less time for the two mages to arrive.

He rode down to meet the patrol. As expected, they were a hodge-podge of liveries; an impromptu squad, its leadership defined randomly by each member's charisma. Inoadar immediately established an air of authority. "Aahh good. I trust you were sent as escort to...whoever is "in charge" down there." He added just a hint of amused disdain to his voice.

Handy picked up on his attitude and stamped a bit with an impatient snort. One of the men stepped forward, "Who the petch are you?" all hands moved none to subtly to their weapons. Inoadar grinned inwardly. Here was the sacrificial lamb. he would focus all his arrogance on this one and ignore the rest.

He gave just a hint of shock, and spoke with a tone of angry surprise. "I am someone that you will treat with more courtesy if you wish to keep your tongue in your mouth, and your head on your shoulders." He added a sweeping motion with his hand. "ALL of you." This is the one time he would include the others in his directives. "Now if you are responsible for this outrage, I am quite prepared to administer judgement on you here and now." he made no move toward any of his weapons. He needed none. He would live or die by presentation. "Otherwise, be a good stooge and deliver me to the one who will take the fall in your place." He gave an indistinct wave toward the site, "lead on, then."

It helped his act that he genuinely felt contempt for these men. They were traitors, or idiots, or both. Their only possible saving grace was that they took the job in complete ignorance and made no effort to learn what it involved. But that was hardly a recommendation for respect. A man came from a hastily built shack to confront him as a group of at least fifty men surrounded them; mostly armed with nothing but shovels and such. Inoadar had no illusions though. A shovel is just a deadly as a sword in determined hands.

"You're trespassing, mister. We don't take too kindly to that. Now you can call me Mister Etravin, and you can tell me what in Siku's cesspit you're doin' here. Or we can feed you to the lake. Shyke, we may just do that anyway." hostile laughter bolstered his words.

Inoadar's glare softened slowly as the tense seconds passed, and he started to laugh as well. "Well, Mister Etravin, sir..." he said the name with venomous sarcasm, "YOU can call ME "Agent" Parnell, and if you are as much of a buffoon as you seem to be trying to convince me that you are, then by all means, Do me in!" his sarcasm did not abate a whit. "I have no doubt that, collectively, you pack of morons have the ability to do it, but I assure you, I'll die knowing that will all follow me into the lake within five or six days, seven tops."

Now deadly seriousness replaced sarcasm, and he raised his voice, again to include everyone. "AND you will all go slowly and horribly, Put to the question, put to the flame, put to the rack...and put to the sword. I am Black Sun and you are all committing treason against Rhysol with your actions here." He waved his hand, his finger pointing randomly at cringing workers, "Don't try to deny it! You've already been sold out. I'm just here to confirm, and I've seen and heard enough."

The leader stepped forward, a scowling grin corrupting his features, "Well...maybe we just ought to see to it that you don't return to tell. If we silence you, then who's left to confirm anything?" he drew his sword slowly, as if the slow slide of steel was somehow more intimidating. The men were clearly divided between those that would back him and those that wanted to be far away.

Inoadar was delighted to see that his claim of Back Sun membership was not contested. He leaned down and smiled cruelly at the man, whose grin wavered slightly at his ineffectual attempt at intimidation. "Ooooh...You're one of those smart petch-heads, aren't you." he tapped his head mockingly, his voice pure poison. he suddenly sat back up, again pointing at random workers. "And who's going to silence HIM, and HIM, and HIM, eh? There's a sizable reward for turning in traitors, you know. And murderers of Black Sun agents are definitely going to fit into that category. The moment anyone of you strikes me down, you ALL become a liability to each other."

He waved his hand around to encompass the mass. "You all have the choice of being the first one to turn the others in, or spending the rest of your short lives waiting to be arrested and executed. And once taken, your only respite from torture is give up the others quickly. Do you really trust ALL your fellow workers to keep their mouths shut when they stand to make some mizas and avoid prison or worse, just by turning in a bunch of strangers. You may each have one or two friends you can trust, but can you really trust EVERYONE?"

His voice boomed in sincere pleasure of the fearful realization on the many faces staring up in horror at him. "I may die, but I KNOW you will all die as well, and in far worse fashion!" the indecision around him was palpable. It was time to give it an out. "OR...you can simply disperse. I am also here to offer you a chance to stay out of the way of the operation about to go down here. There will be no recriminations against any of you if you do." He directed a leering expression at the head man. "Not even you...Mister Etravin." he spat.

"Think it over, and remember, any one of you that acts against us dooms all the rest. You don't have much time before my team arrives." he did a double take toward the flat land back to the east. "Oh wait, here they are now."

x

[Miro]

Miro acknowledge Nolan's advice and instruction, simple as it was. The man was always prepared, always one step ahead. It was admirable. The man rode off, and the wizard prepared himself to follow. It took some time to ready the mounts, to be mounted, thanks to Lessomm, but before they left, he handed his staff off to the servant. Though there was something extremely about being riding the mount. It felt beyond awkward for him. With one hand, one leg, some odd mount, it was terrible. It was not his first time riding, but it certainly felt as if it was.

Still, despite the uneasiness, and the admittedly slow pace, he took the lead. "Come Lessomm, follow me, and keep pace." Somebody had to act confident, and it seemed as if his servant was not so accustomed to riding either. This was certainly better than the Eypharian being an expert, but only for selfish reasons. But they were on their way, headed in the right direction, and slowly it seemed the mount and its rider got used to the situation. Hopefully they would catch up and arrive on time for their role.

Meanwhile Ender watched anxiously as Nolan performed his ruse. The ride there was pleasant enough, and the creature was starting to enjoy his partner. That seemed to be a thing of the past, as the man seemed smart. But this, his ruse, there was nothing smart about this. Even with all of Miro's Djed, to win this fight, such a thing was unlikely. There was no way to keep them both safe, and it seemed that an intervention would be necessary soon. If one thing could be relied on, it was the fear of a wizard.

The only question was how the Irylid would present the reveal of his magic. It needed to have a big impact. To perform the transformation into the replicant form was a good shock tactic, as it appeared as if some person had spawned from inside the man. To kill a few, spread Hypnotism, perhaps they would all flee. But as the Fyrdenese contemplated a way out, Nolan seemed to be doing something right. The threat on his life was met with a very tactful response. It was truly impressive to watch him operate.

Not only was this man incredibly brazen, but an equal amount brilliant. He turned the mob against each other, and it seemed as if he would handle the situation. Or at least he would, if the people would clear out. Things would have to line up correctly, and luckily Miro would back his story. "Miro, Nolan has come up with a story, one that could potentially clear several liabilities from the field. Quite literally in fact. He claims he is Black Sun. He has informed them that they are to clear, for you are soon to arrive."

There was more to the information, but the Chained One interrupted. "We are soon to arrive, is there something I need to do? I am not far away now." Ender conveyed an emotion of urgency across their bond and spoke in an uncharacteristically frantic tone. "That is what I am trying to tell you! Listen, okay, he is selling this well. You need to play yourself up as Ebonstryfe, scare them, and confirm his claims. When you arrive, tell them to clear, threaten them with your authority, your magic." That was something the wizard could do. He hastened the pace of his ride.

It was fine if Lessomm did not catch up, for the dismount would be easy enough. And he would be smart enough to dismount before attempting any fear tactic, for much of the effect would be lost if his horse dumped him. Miro lifted his good leg over the mount and hopped off, and even landed with some grace. He did not have his staff back yet, but that was fine, he didn't need it. In a powerful yell the Reimancer addressed the people upon ahead. Nolan had set the stage, and now he would finish things.

"I am Miro, Paladin of the Ebonstryfe, the hand of Rhysol's will. All of you will listen to my word as law, or perish by my hand! My unit is not far behind, and in less than a bell this place will be a graveyard for any not under my command. I do not care where you go, but you damn well will not be here! Not even in sight." The undead gave pause for a moment, all of the people looking up, uncertain of the introduction. But now the Ebonstryfe's tone changed, a horse roar. "You've to the count of three. One. Two." And with third count he shot an arc of lightning from his hand into the air.

With the sight of an unnatural burst of lightning and the threats that lingered, the people all scattered. Most of them in a similar direction, likely to another site they knew of, but others panicked. It was not long before the field was clear, all except one man. It was the man Ender recognized as Mister Entravin. He made an obscene gesture and walked from the scene. It was ignored, and finally things were ready to progress. Well things were almost ready. By now Lessomm had joined the party, and the wizard spoke a command word, "Return." Ionu's Light flew from the servant's grip back to its master's.

There was no telling if Forus was alerted, wherever he was, but it hardly mattered. Without some odd underground escape tunnel, there was no way he would get away. A hidden lab sounded unlikely enough to get on short notice, so the chances of such a thing were slim. In all likely hood the man was trapped and likely even unaware. Miro addressed his partners again once they'd gathered. "Alright, it is time, and soon Forus will be in our hands. Nolan, find our entrance to his lab, but I will take the lead in entering. Once inside, things will be difficult."

There was no way to tell what was inside, traps, an ambush, Forus with his magic. Whatever was in store for them, there was no doubt in that it would be difficult. "Lessomm, your job is very important, so listen carefully. Those shackles, they are special. If you secure them on Forus, even one cuff, his magic will be gone. They are a special form of antimagic given to us by Sahova called Djed Shackles. While you hold them, you may not be able to cast. Nolan, you have your bag of tricks, employ them as you will. Cause as much damage as you need, but do not injure the brain. And don't forget, you have Ender to protect you. I'll simply duel him in magic. Let's get ready. I believe in you both."

[Miro]

And though Miro believed in both of his companions, it seemed that this may not be true for them. Nolan, he seemed fine, and he performed well. However Lessomm, not so much. He seemed nervous, especially after hearing how important his task was. As the wizard thought about it, he did not pay the man for such things. He could not expect a servant to be confident to go into battle and risk his life. Such a thing could end up a foolish waste. Especially if Forus slipped away because of it.

The Chained One sighed heavily and tucked his staff below his sling. He reached into the bag that the Eypharian held and began to root around inside of it. He dug out from within it the Djed shackles. "You know Lessomm, I've changed my mind. You stay here, keep watch, keep us safe. You are too important to risk in there. And out here there's a lot you can do. If we aren't back in a bell or so, assume the worst, go back to the Post, get help." He turned from his servant and walked to Nolan. The shackles were held out for him.

"Here Nolan, take these. Looks like it's gonna be just you and me. Like I told Lessomm, they're Djed shackles. You only need to slip one of these on Forus and we have him beat. As long as this is on his wrist, he can't cast. I've tested them myself, they work." He pushed the shackles firmly into the man's chest. "With just the two of us, I'll be counting on you. I'll keep you safe, alright. You keep me safe, see me through this, I'll see you are properly thanked."

The undead began to look around, eager to find some sort of trap door. The way things were around here, the lab had to be underground. He continued to limp around, unable to see anything of the sort. However eventually he walked upon a bit of ground that thudded loudly. The way the Reimancer walked, the ground under him didn't feel right. It felt hollow. He reached down and felt until he found the handle. It was pulled open to reveal a long set of stairs down a dark hall.

Down the stairway, there was only the slightest flicker of light in the distance. As well, it seemed as if there might be the slightest of metallic clinging. It was faint though, and there was no way to really be sure. "Nolan, over here, I found it." He waved the man over, afraid to speak too loudly. When the man drew near, Miro gave his final order as he took his staff back in hand. "Be ready for anything, I don't want to take any chances. If you find your opportunity, shackle him. But remember, we need him alive."

The wizard began to descend the stairs with some nervous tension knotted in his chest. He was afraid of tripping some trap. Maybe even alarming Forus, prompting him to ambush or flee. Their quarry, the rogue Sahovan, he was powerful. It was not something Miro needed to witness to know. To escape from the Isle, gather these resources, this guy was good. The light in the distance became more visible. The noise too became more audible. It sounded like rhythmic hammering.

Change of PlansLessomm, due to real life, has asked me to write him out of the thread. Perhaps we can write him in later, after the encounter with Forus. However until further notice we will be writing without him.

[Inoadar]

Inoadar

Inoadar heard the hammering as well, and timed his steps with it. He was grateful for the stone construction. Creaking wood was a powerful enemy of stealth in his experience, and he was glad not to have to make a series of timed tests with each step down. But he was still taking no chances with a mistimed step. On a construction site, he may have picked up a nail in his boot and it might click on the stone as he stepped down.

And down it went. Inoadar was impressed with the depth achieved. He'd worried early on that the facility must have been completed long ago. It must have been near two full seasons by now. He'd been surprised when Alice Lark had said that the workers were only just now finishing it up. With all the men involved, it would have been done if it hadn't been a good hundred feet deep.

Inoadar had no experience with Auristics, so he didn't know how this would greatly obscure the residual magic of Forus' work from being detected from the surface by even a master of the craft. But he was wily enough to know there had to be a reason for it. And that it must have something to do with magic. The greater concern he had was that the length of the stairway down suggested some sort of fail-safe trap, not easily bypassed on the way back out.

He waved a hand to catch the murky sunlight, so his shadow would catch Miro's attention, and made a sign to hold up. He began to examine the stone walls of the stairway for triggers of some sort, places where the dust was inconsistent; places showing stone-on-stone scrapes from the trap being tested; places where he could feel puffs of air from the wall against his hand; places where discoloration did not follow a pattern; places where seemingly random cracks in the stone just happened to line up; places where footprints in the dirt on the steps diverted to the sides for no apparent reason, rather than the center, where most people would step.

He saw nothing, but waved Miro over and asked him quietly if there was some sort of magical gaze he could apply to see if some trap awaited them, some hidden glyphs or something. He liked that all the light was coming from below. On the surface, you wanted Syna behind you, to blind your enemy. But here, you did not want your shadow to betray your arrival.

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[Nemesis]

Inoadar

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• This thread was a really fun read… and I can see what you meant – Inoadar definitely came into his own here… a shame I couldn’t give you more points…
• Miro, Lessomm, if you guys return, throw me a PM and I’ll update your grade.