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 Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 1:12 pm
[[This RP contains mature subject matter and may not be appropriate to all readers.
Discretion is advised.]] Continued from the Thread RP P64&65
Going on from this postAncient Arathiel Arathiel turned his gaze tot he top of the hill where he noticed the snipers. His eyes widened at them in surprise, was the child this important to the man that he would kill him for it? The misunderstanding was Arathiel's, thinking that the man knew he was carrying the materials for a child and was unawear that he was the actual target.
Two darts hit him and he was surprised, and only blinked that them for a second, just giving enough time for them to inject their fluids before he pulled them out. Turning, the Ancient looked at the man with a deathly glare before weakning and dropping into the mud. The traquiliseres proved to be too much for him, and getting a double dose knoceked him right out leaving him twitching slightly from the overdose.
Shivering in the rain he examined the bag, wondering what treasures lay within, for now he resisted the temptation to open it in case what ever lay within was damaged by the rain. He had the unknown treasure and the Ancient firmly in his grasp, he could afford a little patience adn wait until he was dry indoors to appraise this new find. Soon the sound of car horns could be heard near by and Zagore trudged through the mud, followed by the men carrying the bound and drugged Arathiel. Despite shivering with cold, soaking wet and ruined with muck, Zagore felt more ecstatic then he had in a long time.
Getting into the cars Zagore had Arathiel placed in the same one he was taking so he could keep a watch on the Ancient, along with one of the rifle men in case the tranquiliser wore off too soon. As the car sped through the deserted rain drenched streets Zagore couldn't take his eyes off Arathiel. "Oh my precious little Angel, I have so many questions to ask you, so much I can learn from you... I hope you enjoy your stay as my guest, I certainly know I will."
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 1:26 pm
The Ancient remained unconcious for the duration of the trip, though he seemed to be ill now from the amount of tranquiliser in his blood. It was proving to be too much for his system and he appeared to be overdosing on it as he had started to twitch a little more violently.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:25 pm
By the time they arrived at the house Zagore had grown very concerned over the welfare of Arathiel, he worried that the twitching might be a sign of some kind of adverse reaction to the drugs in the Ancients blood. Worse there was nothing he could do about it, even if he contacted a doctor what doctor would know how to treat a being most would believe a myth. With no other option he could only urge the driver to go faster.
Moving from teh old Cathedral and the graveyard the car wove it's way through the outskirts of town before coming into a relatively upmarket district, which housed many of the towns wealthier merchants and some minor nobility. Along here most of the houses were three stories and usually surrounded by sizable gardens affording the owners a degree of privacy from their neighbours.
When they reached the house Zagore rented, he had Arathiel moved into a comfortable, well adorned suite of rooms on the top floor that Zagore had especial prepared to hold the Ancient. The thick outer door was securely locked, the heavy plush curtains hid a set of stout bars across the windows and barely noticeable along the skirting board, doorway and window frame were etched a series of runes, researched from a dozen texts. Zagore had gone to great lengths to acquire his prize, he had no intention of letting him simple walk out the door.
Moving through the outer sitting room, Zagore left the bag and it's mysterious contents on a table as he hurried into the bedroom where Arathiel had been laid out. Signalling his men to wait in the outer room Zagore pulled a chair to the bed side and waited anxiously, his normally stoic features creased in worry. It would put all his efforts to waste if Arathiel died now, he cursed himself for his own haste in resorting to the risky tranquilisers, but what else could he have done? Mulling over his thoughts he waited and hoped that Arathiel's condition improved.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:36 pm
Arathiel stayed in a fitfull sleep for several hours before slowly opening his eyes. He flet sick and wanted to throw up, but the sight of the human captor brought him out of his stupor and he flailed away from him, falling out of the bed and onto the floor where he attempted to stand, forgetting about his broken ankle which brought him to the ground again immdiately, the pain finally making him sick.
The Ancient now sat knelling on the ground, this hands clapped over his mought to keep himself from puking on the floor. He looked up at Zagore with a deathly pale face and angry eyes.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:45 pm
Zagore had been starting to dose and was half asleep when Arathiel finally stirred, quickly coming to his senses when Arathiel made his rapid movements away from him. Rising slowly to his feet Zagore yawned and stretched, small pops coming from his back as he did so. Making his way round the bed he stared down at the Ancient thoughtfully, before offering his hand. "The bathroom is over through there, shall I help you over or would you rather return to bed and I'll have a basing sent in for you to be ill in?" Zagore spoke calmly, if a little drowsily, without any trace of malice in his voice, his offer simply what it appeared to be.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 2:52 pm
Arathiel looked up at Zagore with contempt and slapped his hand away. The Ancient was angry and frightened, and it was obvious in his eyes. He stood up and limped into the bathroom, just barely making it to the sink. He was nice and quiet about it though, mainly due to the fact that he didn't want to embarrass himself.
When he was finished, he slumped to the bathroom floor, unable to move further. His body was weak from the tranquilisers and the pain in his ankle was so much it was making him dizzy.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, panting from the pain and his pounding heart. He wanted to go home so badly now.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:02 pm
Zagore took no offence from Arathiel's actions, after all he hardly expected the Ancient to be happy, not after how things had turned out last night. He followed Arathiel to the bathroom ready to catch him if he fell, but waited outside the door while Arathiel was ill. When he heard the question he went in and placing the cover down on the seat sat there as he looked at Arathiel, deciding how to best phrase his answer.
"Not much really, or a great deal, depending on how you look on it. You see I've made it my life to find rare items, in particular relics of past civilisations. Of late my interest has turned to one in particular, a civilisation so old many believe it only a myth, though I'm sure you've heard of it. The lost civilisation of Mysteel, commonly referred to as the 'Ancients'. So of course I'm sure you can see where my interests lie with you, the only living, breathing Ancient known to exist. What I want Mr. Arathiel, is you"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:09 pm
"Heh," he gave a mocking chuckle, "I'm afraid I already have a Master, and she will be very upset when I don't return with my cargo or myself," he said scathingly. "Now let me go home, I will not cooperate with you ever," he said finitely. There was obviously no convincing him otherwise.
The winged being stood shakily, using the counter for support and made his way long the walls to the door and feebily attempting to open it.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:18 pm
Zagore made no move to stop Arathiel, he was quite confident in the measures he had taken. "I wouldn't do that if I was you, in the next room are several very muscular men, who are no doubt very irritable after spending the night waiting out there. And they have clear instructions about what to do should you step threw that doorway before me or without my consent, I assure you they will not be as civil as I am being."
Leaving the bathroom Zagore tidied up the pillows and blankets on the bed, before returning to his seat by the bedside. "And before you think of fighting your way past them, this suite of rooms has had a rather complex enchantment put upon it, at great expense I might add. I dare say it would give even an Ancient some trouble to get past. But while it is in effect you're magical abilities will be significantly diminished. So why not get back into bed and rest and I'll have someone come in to look at that leg of yours?"
Through out the conversation Zagore spoke with a calm reasoned tone, he intended to have his way it was just a matter of getting the stubborn Ancient to realise his predicament.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:24 pm
Arathiel fussed with the door fo a few moments before skinking to the floor, "What are you going to to with my belongings?" he asked, glaring at his captor.
If need be, Arathiel would use his last defense and destory everything, including himself, but he didn't want to do that, the children needed him to be there, his race needed him. He gave Zagore a look of loathing, "You had better not hock anything in that bag, all of those are very important to my people, and we need them to live," he said, "Please don't harm any of it, and if you do," he said, eyes narrowing, "I will destory not only you, but myself and this entire mansion," he added threateningly, assuming corrently that he was in a very lareg house.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:36 pm
Zagore sat and stared at Arathiel for several long moments, trying to tell how serious a threat that was, looking at him Arathiel didn't look like he could take a ten year old in a fight right now, but who knew what the Ancient was capable off. " I don't think I have anything to fear.... You obviously value the contents of the bag far too much to destroy them yourself and I have no intention of damaging the contents or of 'hawking' them as you say."
Rising from his chair Zagore edged past Arathiel and knocked lightly on the door before opening it. Signalling one of the men outside he pointed at Arathiel "Get him back into bed, use what force you must" The last was said with a pointed look at Arathiel, making it clear that Zagore didn't intend that as a suggestion, Arathiel was going back to bed if he liked it or not. While that was taken care off Zagore fetched the bag from where he had left it and returning to the bedroom ordered the men out again and shut the door.
"Lets see what exactly it is you value so dearly, shall we?" Edging his seat closer to a nightstand, Zagore sat, then emptied the contents of the bag out onto the stand. He could hardly wait to see what it was the Ancient was so desperate to protect.
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 3:44 pm
"I will if I must," he pratically hissed at Zagore for blowing off his threat like that. The Ancient didn't take well to rudness, and kidnapping was beyond rude.
As the men came and focred him into bed, Arathiel put up what struggle he could, but due to his exhaustion, failed epically. Though as soon as they left, he had attempeted to leave again, but stopped as Zagore brought the bag into the room.
As it bag was emptied onto the table, a surprising number of things came out that shouldn't have logistically been able to fit in there; a few random, seemingly useless items, a black crystal, a strange case, and a huge midnight blue book, filled with old tabs and bookmarks. The bag itself should not have been able to hold all of the contents.
Arathiel sat on the bed, glareing at Zagore for his poor treatment of the items, "Please be more careful with those things," he said angrily. Even when pissed off, the Ancient still spoke with polite words.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 4:01 pm
"You say that, but I wonder if you are really the type who could so selfishly obliterate his own people?" Zagore wasn't sure what exactly Arathiel meant when he said the items were important to his people survival, surely the Ancients were long gone. Yet at the same time Arathiel spoke so earnestly and had such concern for the bag, that Zagore had to treat what the Ancient said as fact. As for Arathiels comment about treating the items more carefully that annoyed him slightly, Zagore had dealt with dozens of relics, some so old just trying to move them could destroy them, he knew how to handle such precious items. Still he nodded at Arathiels request and humoured him.
Picking up the book Zagore quickly recognised it as being in some form of Ancient, but it would take referencing his journals and notes and the better part of a day just to understand the first page, so for now he place it back down. The next thing that caught his eye was teh odd case, picking it up he examined the outside briefly before turning to Arathiel. "You know given time I could probably figure out what all these things are, but it would be so much easier if you just told me. And before you start saying how you won't aid me, consider what might happen if in my ignorance I mistreat or damage your precious cargo? So, for instance what is in this case?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 4:20 pm
He smiled slightly amused at his inspection of the book, apparentnly his captor though he could actually decipher the contents of it's pages, "You are not qualified to read the Book of the Ancients," he said with a ceartin voice that made him sound as though he was superior.
Arathiel eyed the man intently before answering his question, "It is a Soul Case, designed to capturing a being's soul and containing it until my Master can fuse it with the required ingredients to make a child," he said, watching for the man's reaction.
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Ancient Arathiel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 29, 2007 4:40 pm
Zagore quirked an eyebrow at Arathiel's tone "Book of the Ancients? Impressive sounding title, you may be right about my qualifications. But I can be very determined and any language is just a code, given enough time, the right people and resources any code can he deciphered. But then again I'm sure you are qualified...." Zagore gave Arathiel a questioning look before returning his attention to the case.
After hearing Arathiels explanation Zagore stood and paced a bit examining the case. The explanation was simply too ludicrous, shaking his head he returned to his seat. "Arathiel.... Perhaps we just got off on the wrong foot, I know much of that was my fault, I would much prefer that things could have been settled more... civilly. But I cannot undo what has been done, but do believe me that I never intended you this harm. I would like us to establish a nice amiable working relationship, there is no reason for you to hold this hostility towards me."
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