[Citadel Location] Vestibule

[Malefic]

512 AV, Winter 13

Whistling an eerie tune to himself with his raspy voice, he swayed from side to side, enjoying the carriage ride with the non-existent beast of burden. The trees passed by spookily, nothing moving. No wind. No sound. No life. Perfect. Malefic impatiently waited for the carriage to reach the citadel, only doing a cursory observation of his surroundings. The grand portcullis with it's flashy appearance, the many statues on either side, moss covering their bodies. He sighed artificially, only now realizing there was no living creature nearby to annoy and disturb. He was torn in two directions because of this. He was deeply regretting being separated for the living, for how could he confuse the living if there was no living? At the same time, he was extremely jubilant that he was finally away from those greedy eyes of living swine that judged him based on what they didn't know or understand! He laughed in the face of the living as he pictured the entirety of life before him. "Hah! Ahahahaa! Finally! I feel exultant! I feel so alive! Wait...wait...no... Life is cruel. The living are cruel. The living are all inferior... I feel so dead! " He grinned wildly to the thought of this. Perfect he thought. Absolutely perfect.

Upon reaching the gargantuan gates to the Citadel interior, he gaped up at it. His reverence for the place instantly doubled. Tripled, even. He had seen them coming from a distance, but from up close it was a completely different experience. He felt dwarfed by the height of the massive doors, and by the even larger Citadel. Truly this is where he belonged. Among his kind, nearby to this grand titan of a building, more grand than he had ever imagined was possible. His eyes wide, he stared continuously at them. Malefic only snapped back to reality once inside them.

He blinked a bit, and then squinted about the place, peering into the depths of the shadows and eyeing the Vestibule's interior. He, by pure habit, mentally noted the fastest way out of the area, as well as where best to hide, where to expect others to approach from, where possible traps lay. But his was only at the back of his mind. The focus of his attention was concentrated on the strange structure in front of him.

TAR has a cold impersonal androgynous voice that matches its business-like demeanor. The golem is nonindulgent to visitors and tourists. It imposes strict standards, and serves as a watchdog to the Citadel. It greets everybody by asking, "What is your name? State the purpose of your visit." Although politeness is not one of its greatest traits, it diligently offers directional guide to visitors who are looking for apprenticeship (or what ever twisted business they wish to conduct; the golem could care less or, rather, not at all) and act as a messenger for Sahovan wizards who cannot bother to meet their expected visitors in the Hall. With the proper inquiry, TAR can also provide information if any of the wizards are hiring help, or are offering missions or quests outside Sahova.

Only once it spoke did her register it as a golem. Malefic had only witnessed the miniature and insignificant until this moment. His eyes widened even wider, staring at the massive golem in front of him. It took a few moments before he snapped back to his senses. "My name, is Malefic. Short for Maleficent." He snickered to himself, he had only just come up with that name for himself. Maleficent. Sounded quite luxurious and royal. He liked it. "I have come seeking someplace to stay, someplace to study the secrets of history, and someplace that will be among my brothers... And I have found it all, simultaneously. Right. Here. I wish to speak with someone who knows the 'in and outs' of this magnificent island. I wish to make it great. Greater than ever. To elevate it to the highest possible tier!" With the end of his speech, he laughed madly to himself for a few moments before forcefully silencing himself, and clearing his throat. "Pardon me."

[Nascha Owl]

Timestamp-85th, Winter, 512 AV, Mid-day
A single barn owl, white in the face and stomach while the wings and back were red with grey and brown, flew up to the Vestibule. It landed on a rock near the entrance perching there before it shifted into a beautiful young girl who’s rich brown hair had shimmers of gold with piercing blue eyes against skin the color of almonds. Her long legs and curvy body shone in the day light making her look that much more exotic. Nascha walked up to the TAR system.

TAR has a cold impersonal androgynous voice that matches its business-like demeanor. The golem is nonindulgent to visitors and tourists. It imposes strict standards, and serves as a watchdog to the Citadel. It greets everybody by asking, "What is your name? State the purpose of your visit." Although politeness is not one of its greatest traits, it diligently offers directional guide to visitors who are looking for apprenticeship (or what ever twisted business they wish to conduct; the golem could care less or, rather, not at all) and act as a messenger for Sahovan wizards who cannot bother to meet their expected visitors in the Hall. With the proper inquiry, TAR can also provide information if any of the wizards are hiring help, or are offering missions or quests outside Sahova.

"My name is Nascha. I'm seeking for a place to stay while I am in Sahova." Nascha said looking around herself, "Anything will be fine with me."

[Mirage]

Malefic:

The TAR would loom tall and unfeeling over the nuit, and after a few ticks it would respond in its usually cold and metallic voice, "Malefic, short of Maleficient." it would pause again as it searched it data base of responses, "Your response is invalid. Sahova has no use for someone wishing to learn the 'in and outs'. What skills or qualifications do you have that would be of use to Sahova?"

Cold to the very end, the TAR was obviously trying to find some reason for Malefic to be allowed within the Citadel. In Sahova you were not handed anything. you had to work to be given a chance, and if you showed no talent or skill at all you were quickly overtaken and cast aside. Could Malefic prove his usefulness to the TAR?


Nascha:

The TAR was silent for a few ticks, its red eyes shimmering as they examined Nascha with their Aura senses. Then it spoke suddenly, "Nascha, Kelvic Owl. You will be taken in for experimentation. Do not struggle. You will be sent to the first lab with need."

Two panels, one one each wall on either side of the TAR, slid open and a tall cylindrical rolled out. It stood taller than the average Peacekeeper golem, but it did not have any glyphs along its sides like its cousins did. Instead it was hollowed out on the inside with a large cage making out its middle. These Restraint Golems rolled to either side of Nascha, opening their cage midsections so that animated chains could extend out like metal tentacles. At the end of each chain there was a manacle that would quickly snap around a wrist or ankle.

Both golems would advance on Nascha, the door leading out of the Vestible quickly closing with a loud boom as the chains lashed out, seeking to clamp around the Kelvics wrists and ankles.

OOCI left this open ended so that you can decide how Nascha gets captured. She can try to escape but all the exits are sealed and there is no other escape route. After she is captured the golems will be taking her to a prison cell, where Vick has arranged to pick up your PC . PM me if you have any concerns! Oh and all you have to do is play out being captured. I will take you to the dungeons myself

[Malefic]

He heaved a rather large sigh. "What a dull creature, you are. My skills lie in knowledge of several different subjects, including, but not limited to, malediction, and glyphing. I request that I be sent to work under someone with a decent talent for malediction, animation, or glyphing. I will not tolerate being a test subject." His relaxed gaze hardened into a fiercer glare, he didn't care that the golem most likely wouldn't fear. He did it out of habit from communicating the the obnoxious living. Malefic crossed his arms, and tilted his head to the side, waiting patiently for a response from the hunk of metal in front of him. Should've snuck in... he thought.

Maybe if I don't make it in here, I will... He cracked a sly smile at the golem.

[Mirage]

Once more the TAR's answer was slow in coming, but finally it spoke it its cold metallic voice, "There are no apprenticeships available under the stated fields. You have been marked as a possible asset, and you will be taken to a chamber to await the call of a Master for a new Apprentice. The Follower Golem will lead you."

From behind the TAR there would appear a little mouse like golem, the Follower golem, that had a long tell that stretched 3 feet in the air with a blinking red light at the end. From it squeaked a repetitive "Follow Follow" until Malefic made to follow it. The little golem would lead the nuit past the TAR and out the doors of the Vestibule into the fog filled Courtyard.

The sounds of whisperings filled this place, coursed and swelled as Malefic made his way down the iron rod path. He would feel light cluches as the ghosts grabbed at his clothing and hair, but unless he stuck his hand outside of the barrier or iron he would not feel anything significant.

Following the twisted path, the Follower would take Malefic into the Quarters. Leading him upward on the slanting walkway it would deposit him outside of room 5-13 and speak in the same tiny voice, "Destination reached!" before rolling off once more.

Malefic was given instructions to await the call of his new mater in this room, but there was no telling when that call would come. Whether he realized it or not his every action was monitored, his ever word recorded. Sahova knew where he was, and they were watching him closely. The room would open easily with a push and he would it as simple as all the other rooms in the Quarters. For now it seemed he had to wait, wait and show the patience born of centuries of existence.

OOCOk this is where you and Vick may start our thread off at . You two can both PM me if you wish! Have fun! Oh do not post in the Vestibule after your next response. Thank you

[Malefic]

Rolling his eyes at the slowness of the response, he observed the follower golem exit the side of the wall with it's constant incessant "Follow follow" chant. He squinted at the small moving golem, and curiously followed it to the door of the Vestibule.

The dark and misty courtyard warmed his heart. Malefic continued striding after the Follower Golem, at first being startled by the grasping of his clothes and hair, only coming to nearly enjoy it. He smiled a bright smile uncharacteristic for someone with his personality. Ghosts, he guessed. Chained to the land of the living, forever. His grin only increased in magnitude. Hehe... sucks for them. He continued down the twisting path beaten into the ground. The gravestones passed by on and on until he exited the fog and entered the quarters, leaving the beloved horrors of the courtyard behind him, and proceeding to journey up the winding slanted pathway.

He, too, liked the quarters. Small and to the point, also very space effective. The miniature golem continued its constant call, moving up the ramp. Malefic slid his index finger against the stone wall, whistling an eerie tune to himself while admiring his surroundings. He would be very happy here. Very happy indeed.

"Destination Reached!" the small mouse-like golem squeaked. It rolled away, leaving him to himself. After stepping into his small room, he received the commands to await a master, his excitement diminishing.He'd waited so long for this, and it was so close. Malefic wanted to get on with it and find his master himself. Oh well, he'd just have to wait a while longer. Meanwhile, he checked his surroundings for any possible escape routes, any traps, and anyone spying on him. He felt it on the side of his head. He was being watched by something. Oh well, he wasn't planning anything.

Not yet...

[Nascha Owl]

Nascha watched quietly as the golems came out. When their midsections opened and the chains came out, she knew that it was a fight or flight situation; however, it looked like there were no exits. So, the best choice to do was not struggle and just go with the flow, plus it's free living. Nascha had a slight frown on her face as the chains clamped to her wrists and ankles. She never liked being in bindings. Whether that was clothes or chains, it always bothered her. She let the golems lead her away.

[Mirage]

The chains snaked out of the golems, rapping tightly about Nascha's arms and legs and binding her wrists and angles. With a violent tug they would drag her until she was trapped inside of the cage, unable to move at all as the iron bars slammed shut. The golem would them proceed to carry the Kelvic out of the Vestibule into the Courtyard. The sounds of the trapped spirits raised as they rolled down the pathway, making soft calls and warnings which had come far too late. Taking a left at a fork in the path the Golem would proceed toward a set of large iron doors which would open without provocation, and Nascha would find herself in the Dungeons of Sahova. Pitiful moans and broken sobs filled this place. Skeletal hands reached between bars, calling for release, mercy and in some cases even death. Rows upon rows of cells held countless victims of nearly every race. Humans comprised the majority of the populace, but from time to time a Kelvic could be seen, often broken, bloody and disfigured. The golem would make a sudden left turn down another corridor and stop before the third cell down on the left. The doors would open on their own once more and the Kelvic would be throwing from her cage onto the hard stones, the cell door closing with a clang once more. The cell was small, with only enough room to take two steps in either direction. Chains hung from the walls and ceiling, bones littered the floor and used straw and waste scattered about. Dark stains marred the walls and floor, and what looked like claw marks clung desperately to the back wall, bits of fingernail still visible among the gritty stones. Here Nascha would wait, listening to the sounds of despair, torment and anguish around her, and knowing that her fate would ultimately be the same. OOCHey! You may tell Vick that he can pick you up from this cell . Up until he does you are trapped, but you can of course have visitors if you wish . PM me when you two set up a thread, and welcome to Sahova!

[Piat Kalmo]

3rd spring 513 AV

Piat pulled up outside the citadel. He went in and was met by a large golem.
"I am here to apprenticeship under Alchemy"
he said smiling at the golem.

[Obadiah Kairn]

The long trek from the harbor to the Citadel was, in Obadiah's opinion, boring. He had been to many places around Mizahar, but none quite compared to Sahova. The last mile had been the most annoying, though. The temperature had gone down and it had started raining, which only added the barren landscape. Not that he cared all that much.

The silence that seemed to engulf the small island was the truly surprising thing. Obadiah had never been so long without hearing something, anything. Normally wildlife, sometimes people talking in the distance. Insects buzzed about, birds sang their songs. But not here. Obadiah spotted a few birds on his way up, but they dared not tweet. The only sound was his feet on the dirt below and a light breeze. It would of unsettled any living being, Obadiah thought to himself, but to him it was a nice change. Nothing to worry about, nothing to do. Just simple walking.

The rain lightly fell to the ground as Obadiah finally arrived at the infamous Citadel. He stopped for a moment, looking up at the large tower before him. He could see no guards, but then who would be foolish enough to want to attack this place? He continued onwards, passing through the first gate and quickly crossing the bridge and finally penetrating into the building itself.

He entered the Vestibule, which would of probably impressed him had he glanced around. Instead he stared at the Golem in the middle of the room. He was definitely interested now. These wizards were famed for their Golems, but Obadiah had not known how perfect they really did make them.

"What is your name? State the purpose of your visit."

Obadiah was startled for a moment, until he realized the Golem was speaking. He stood tall, trying to look as formal as he could, and spoke loudly and clearly. At least, he hoped he did.

"My name is Obadiah Kairn. I am here to gain an Aprenticeship to one of the wizards of this facility."