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Excuse me...I'm looking for...[Trinity]

Veleraen
March 25, 2010 08:57 PM​

Excuse me...I'm looking for...[Trinity]

2nd Cycle of Cryaxtum, Era XVII PF

Secrets :


In the center of Narim's Military complex sat one building that made all the others appear nothing more than ants in the eyes of a giant. With a coloration of worn browns and tans, much like sand - blown dunes on the Sea of Diana's coastline, it took center stage and practically demanded attention. Three spires adorned its top, extending past the four story high building into the sky as pillars of strength and the architectural detail of a masterpiece. The middle spire that was naturally the tallest, stood exactly above the doors to the cathedral - like building, defying the rest of the force's surrounding structures with it's very presence. Some even had nicknamed it the backbone of the Military itself, which likely started with a bored private one day. The sister extensions contained similar designs of enormous detail, and also retained the same weathering patterns which were painfully obvious to anyone who viewed it. This was no new structure.. Nay, in fact, it was likely older than the commanders of the forces it housed itself. However, the pillars themselves now contained chips and signs of decay. Broken bits of the decor and adornments that had flourished around the Cathedral sat in odd places about the floor; the decay upon it was evident, and its misuse had resulted in the pristine image it once held to be marred forever by the carelessness of the horde.

The stone structure, of which the architecture was exquisite, had but one opening for everyone to enter. Two large oak doors, now tainted by the soot of fires from eras past, sat in its middle on the bottom story, old brass handles being the only thing to adorn the blemished wood. This place was old, which was very obvious. Kept up as well as possible, but Narim was not the richest city in Telath – and therefore, money was better spent doing something useful instead of cleaning a military building. It was slightly inset in the face of the structure, but the taxing of the salty winds was still apparent. These doors opened outwards, revealing inside an old, yet still majestic headquarters for the forces of Narim.

Hallways extended in every direction. The high ceilings seem to extend into eternity, but from them hang banners of the Sherian Province and Narim. The tapestries, which are long and flowing, seem to frame a balcony at the center of the second story. On this balcony, two men dressed in their uniforms can be seen, acting as guards. The doors are usually open, unless there is a meeting. Of all the rooms and hallways inside this massive headquarters, what this was became the most obvious to recognize. The command center for the Forces of Narim sat all in the one, deceivingly large room atop the balcony and second story.
A small podium on the first floor, however, would inform of this should it not be concluded. It also lists which buildings are in each direction from it. Most everyone can see it, shy the rather short races. In a beautifully legible script, the parchment read... :



Pardon our mess in this recovery process - The Fortress, thankfully, was not completely demolished in the Burning of Narim. Currently housed inside this facility are:
The Narim City Watch Headquarters
The 19th Regiment of the Sherian Serpent Provincial Army
Occasional Contacts and Dispatches of the 9th Manjet Imperial Legion, officially stationed to Narim.



The mess - adequately described by the torn banners and broken banisters of the stairwells that led up to where Preston used to be, seemed to be in constant disarray with constant small handfuls of people trying to sweep and repair everything in sight. Nothing was polished - the floor was dirty in a lot of places, but at least blood was not smeared across the walls and bodies weren't littering the floor. No bones of skeletons clinked here and there, though frames that used to hold portraits of past influential members of the Guard and Legion were slashed and torn. It even appeared there were broken axe shafts and heads sitting in a corner, though they didn't appear to have dried blood and were merely dulled and likely discarded by the wasteful Horde of Ire.

Directly in front of this podium, approximately three yards sat a small elongated desk. It was unpolished, and looked to have had excessive use, but served it's purpose none-the-less. Even though it was sitting seemingly in the middle of the main lobby area, it was not causing an obstruction or obstacle for anyone or anything. Behind it sat a male human in his late thirties, clad in a casual uniform for the Narim City Watch. His hair was dark brown and kept very professionally just like himself overall. To his left was a clipboard that contained a sheet of parchment requesting all guests to sign in. Should it be required, quills and inkwells were located in a small three sided box mounted to the corner of the desk.

The man offered a small smile to all he saw, and was ready to answer anyone's questions, should they have any.
"Please sign in and indicate which branch of law enforcement or military involvement you wish to speak to. We're a bit short on staffing overall - recovering from our destruction, you see. I'll take care of your request as soon as your visit is logged."

Veleraen had begun his search and it started at the Narim Fortress in the Military district. If anyone had any idea or information on the location of Demetrious Laskaris then perhaps they would be able to point Veleraen in the right direction. They dealt with the rabble of the city and now that it was mainly in squalor and the population had dropped to nothing, there was bound to be issues with criminals.

The building definitely looked worse for wear as he looked upon its spires extending into the dark sky. The arcanic contamination still split the sky with its threads of energy and while he looked upon it, Veleraen only had a deeper urge to complete his mission.

Opening both oak doors, Veleraen ducked and came inside to the vaulted ceilings of the lobby where he could relax easy. It seemed quiet inside...The hallways and the stone itself no longer vibrant like it once should have been. Proud, perhaps but diminished. The Titan's massive frame entered, armoured and armed but not seeking hostility, only hoping that there was someone to talk to him. Being sent away was not an option here as he had a duty to perform to Milo L'Evienne, his Prince and friend.

"Serale!?" The Titan's deep tone echoed, hoping someone was around; praying.

OOCThis should be a good starting point hopefully. I assumed no one was at the front desk so you can use whoever you wish. I know the writeup for this location isn't up to date either so I figured I'll let you fill in the rest. Also sorry for the short post, just trying to get this going at first. Will be better next, promise!

Trinity
March 28, 2010 04:40 PM​

Secrets :

The greeting fell on deaf, silent ears. That is, if the walls of that place would have had ears. The balcony was in shambles, the banners were still torn. Nothing was moving inside that Military complex, nothing even so much as sighed. The building itself was wholly dead.

As a few agonizing minutes passed, Veleraen’s ears became adjusted to the silence and eventually he began to pick up on the most odd of sounds. There was something that sounded like a tin cup rattling against metal bars, like one might expect to hear inside a gaol. There were also footsteps coming up from the left, specifically up a flight of stairs that peeled off towards a basement area shortly thereafter. Luckily, the staircase was still rather tall – all the ceilings were – and so he would be able to fit down it perfectly if the need ever arose.

Eventually a man dressed in a white button up overcoat appeared at the top of the stairs and peered out in the darkness, eyes not fully adjusted to the minimal light that was shining through the dust-covered windows. He put a hand up to his face and squinted out into the darkness. Striding over towards Veleraen, he suddenly was struck with a bout of what could only be described as abject terror. His mouth dropped open and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. Left foot sliding back, the man reached for his sword and then feebly realized that a toothpick of steel against a giant was probably about as effective as a child wrestling a bear.

”Who’in the feth’in blood’a Jalat are you?” He squeaked, ”We don’t have any giants checked in here, an’ you came through the wrong door anyhow. Supposed to come through the ol’ gaol if you had an appointment for a visitation.”

Breathing a deep, nervous sigh, the man tried to stand up tall – and it was obvious his legs were shaking a bit, considering how he was facing a Titan of Aslan and a giant at that. ”Maybe… Maybe you’re’a friend from outta town. Yeah. Yeah that makes sense.” He chattered nervously, ”Well uh… Erm… Come on then, I probably forgot to check the log this sunrise to see if anyone was due in this brightening.”

Cautiously stepping back, he waved for Veleraen to follow.

”Now er, remind me… Who are you here to see?”

The rattling of the cup against the bars got louder and somewhere down in the echoing depths of that stone prison. As the man in white descended before Veleraen, he heard a voice at the base of the stairs.

”Well well, Serale… Dr. Jonathan, isn’t it? You are looking very… scared, my friend.”

Silence followed before the vaguely familiar voice of the man Veleraen had just met echoed up after the stranger.

”Back up, Crane. I didn’t want to have to see you twice this brightening but well, visitors can’t follow signs... Where did you get that, anyway? Oh, nevermind. I'll send someone to search you in a second.”

There was a small sound of glee that followed from this “Crane”.

”Oh, visitors! How marvelous…” And he trailed off, with a soft, sinister laugh…

Veleraen
March 28, 2010 08:13 PM​

He had forgotten how much damage the war had left the city in and as he looked around, it had become more apparent to him that what was once the Narim Fortress was more of a mental hospital. A place for the criminally insane.

The foreboding silence was eventually broken as the squeak of a man had become startled at the presence of the Titan. A natural reaction that Veleraen was used to, he gave a grunt as the name of the Lord of Death was used, looking at the man, wondering 'who the feth' he was.

"Come through the gaol..." Veleraen squinted briefly and looked around for any signs pointing towards the gaol but didn't automatically see any. He shook his head and then turned towards the man on the staircase.

"I am sorry, I do not have an appointment but this is an urgent matter."

"My name is Sir Veleraen, son of Khreytek and I am looking for a one, Demetrious Laskaris. It is important that I know if he is being incarcerated here."
Veleraen walked a little closer to the man, hoping he could get some information.

The errant rattling in the background made a shiver go up the Giant's spine but he didn't flinch. He stood there, listening to it and then that voice....Doctor Crane... The man sounded like a lunatic himself and by the way the other man talked to him it didn't sound like he was very far off his mark.

"Can you help me Doctor Jonathan?"

Trinity
March 31, 2010 09:23 PM​

While the basement where the gaol’s actual holding cells were located might have been a slight discomfort to Veleraen – what with his head nearly brushing the ceiling and all – he found himself able to fit in a mostly comfortable way, though was perhaps a little hunched over.

Johnathan paused a second as Veleraen introduced himself and stated who he was looking for.

”Oh, Laskaris!” Exclaimed someone who was not the good Doctor. In fact it was the secondary voice Veleraen had heard as he descended the staircase.

To the Giant’s left was a man of six feet in height, presently sitting on a slab of metal that had been chained to the wall to form a bench. At least, one could assume he was a man – his face was covered by a burlap sack that had a myriad of attachments, all of which appeared to be almost flesh-like in their nature and color. They flapped around as he moved but did not smell as one might have expected. There was a certain grotesque appearance to the “mask”, one that the man who wore it didn’t seem to mind at all. He was thin, and rightfully so. Not much else could be discerned about him at that time, considering an ivory jacket was snugly wrapped around his body and the sleeves were hooked to a place in the middle of his back. He wore dirty brown boots that peaked out beneath the uninspiring black trousers.

There was something unnerving about his intensely calm body language. One leg was crossed over another as Veleraen came into a line of sight that would allow him to look upon the inmate. Johnathan had taken a space at the complete opposite side of the room and was slowly backing up towards the rest of the cells.

”They brought him in a few months ago… What did you say your name was? Veleraen? Ah… Yes.” If his eyes had been visible, perhaps there would have been a fond expression on his face, like that of a child remembering his first experience with snow and how he chased his dog through it for hours, both of them bounding through the white fluff.

”They made the horrible mistake of putting him in the cell to my left.” Crane continued, and nodded to his left, the next cell over. ”As you can see, he is no longer there.”

”That’s enough out of you, Callian.” Doctor Johnathan choked in reply, seemingly hesitant to reprimand the wholly insane patient.

”Come now, at least do me the decency of using my proper title, Andrew.” Sneered Callian Crane in reply. The man uncrossed his legs very meticulously, as if each muscle movement was a practiced art in a dance that was long forgotten and slowly rose to his feet. He glided over to the cell’s bars to look upon them both a little better.

”You don’t deserve to be called a Doctor.” Johnathan replied, his voice cracking slightly. He looked up at Veleraen quickly and tried to regain his composure. ”I’m sorry. We best not talk to him for too long. He is a horrid man, a healer gone completely wrong. Callian was one of the most skilled people I knew, until he became… obsessed.” He shook his head. ”Laskaris has been moved to isolation just a bit ahead where he can be watched closely… Something is definitely off about him, and has been for every brightening after about a cycle when we brought him in…”

As Johnathan started to walk off towards the opposite end of the cellblock, Callian Crane gave a soft laugh and shook his burlap-covered head.

”What do you want with him, Veleraen, Son of Khreytek? If you’ve come to question him… I can assure you that he is not currently in a capacity to … answer.” And there was a certain way that he had moved that definitely implied a crooked, devilish smile beneath that hood and a distinctive wink.

Johnathan was no longer paying attention. Instead, the wholly sane doctor was standing down at the other end, tapping against one of the bars and talking softly as if trying to entice a frightened kitten out of its hiding spot. Something screamed in reply that definitely didn’t sound as docile as a frightened cat might have been, though. The words were unintelligible, but one thing was for sure: Laskaris was horrifically afraid.

Veleraen
April 5, 2010 12:03 PM​

The Titan had never been comfortable going into spaces in which he could fight or move freely, it was restrictive and it meant he was at a disadvantage whereas his enemies were relatively more agile and free to roam. It was also a little disconcerting to see they allowed their own patients to roam freely here, even if they were in straight jackets.

The exclamation of the voice made Veleraen's hopes peak if not too soon as he turned to see the voice had come from a man wearing a burlap sack. To say that this was more than just a regular occurrence would have been a lie. Veleraen paused and looked at the man from beneath his own elven steel helm, wondering what possessed a man to wear such a thing and why the staff allowed him to do so!

"What kind of a place is this?" Veleraen had never seen such a place before in his life. People with mental instabilities in his own village had been quite rare. Those born with defects at birth were usually put down for their own good, the parents knowing full well what their child's life would be like if it had continued. It was the Giant way but these people...These psychotics...They existed in a world where reality was severely bent or broken and it seemed they existed only to provide torture and pain for others, as indicated by "Callian Crane" as he mentioned that Laskaris was no longer his next door cell mate.

Ignoring Crane for the time being, Veleraen looked to Jonathan who seemed a little set back by Crane's attitude and demeanour, almost as if he himself was afraid to set the man straight. This made the Giant a little concerned but hopefully he wouldn't be here too long as he intended to leave for Prime as soon as he was out of this nut house. Whether Crane had been a doctor previously or not was not really Veleraen's concern. It was that crazed man in the cell down the hall that was.

"Well, a cycle next to your esteemed Doctor would seem to put any man into a state of psychosis." Veleraen let out a little tongue lash directed at Crane but did not look at the man and his burlap exterior. Even as Crane asked what Veleraen's reason for coming for Laskaris was, Veleraren still did not turn to see him, even though he could quite clearly imagine the man grinning like Jalat upon the eve of a battle.

Walking down to the end of the hall, Veleraen looked and gazed upon the crazed exterior of Laskaris who was seemingly out of it. Afraid for his life, Laskaris screamed but could not speak anything understandable by even the keenest hearing. "I have come to take him back to Aelryia Prime. Under mandate of Prince Milo L'Evienne, he has been charged with several crimes, one of which is treason and he is to stand trial for his crimes." Veleraen looked over at Jonathan, hoping that there would be no argument and that the Giant could simply take Laskaris off the man's hands, even though Laskaris was mentally unstable.

Veleraen looked back at Laskaris and could only imagine what sort of horrific mental damage Laskaris had suffered at the hands of Crane. What could a man do to make someone scream so horrifically in such a short period of time? This was something that the Giant did not want to find out first hand. He would rather leave the guess work to that of a real doctor.

Trinity
April 19, 2010 01:26 PM​

Doctor Johnathan’s eyes were torn from Laskaris as soon as Veleraen spoke that he was here to transport him back to Aelyria Prime. There was a grim look on his face. Crane had really done a number on Laskaris and this whole transporting thing wasn’t going to be as easy as “Oh yes very well sir, let’s get you in some handcuffs and escort you back now.”

”I’m not sure how good of an idea that’s going to be,” He replied and got up from crouching beside the cell, which was more like a cage and Laskaris was more like a caged animal. ”I do not think he will come willingly. I’m not even sure he understands us anymore, or can recognize that we are not here to hurt him. Not that it matters. Men charged with treason deserve to be hurt and worse.” He gave the prisoner a sidelong glance and shook his head.

”But I am not one to refuse a mandate of the Prince of this realm. Be ready, I have no idea what he will do when I open this door.” Johnathan concluded, and pulled out a set of keys. The jingling seemed to alert Callian at the other end, whose burlap covered face was barely visible through the bars on the other side of the hall. The projections from his mask swung awkwardly through the door, and it was obvious he was looking in their direction.

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Spoke the demented Doctor, shaking his head. ”You let him out and it will be like chasing a kid who knows he’s in trouble, running from father and his switch to avoid being swatted.” And the way he said it, they could tell he was grinning.

”Oh, shove off.” Johnathan replied angrily, and the keys clicked in the lock as the door creaked open.

Laskaris, who had been at the back corner of the cell when Veleraen and Johnathan had approached, looked up like a dog that had just smelt his next meal being presented to him on a silver platter. He was still hunched over as if he expected the two to beat him mercilessly, and was most definitely in a straight jacket. The cage door swung out towards Johnathan and Veleraen and forced the resident doctor of the ward to take a step backwards to let it pass… Which, well, anyone who had experienced with caged animals would have known was a bad idea.

Laskaris bolted out of there, still hunched over, mouth grasping at the keys in the lock. Since the loop they were on was fairly pronounced, he was able to grab the brass between his teeth and yank it painfully out before bolting off down the hallway.

”Laskaris, Laskaris,” Cooed the demented Doctor, ”You know you shouldn’t be stealing from those nice men like that.”

His voice had caused the man charged with treason to pause for a moment, and the keys slipped from his mouth as if he were a puppy who was respecting a master. They slid dangerously close to Callian’s cell door before the mentally scarred man took off down the hallway. Johnathan had started to run after him, after slamming the cell door shut, but did not reach Callian in time – he had a foot on the keys and was sliding them well back into his cell even as the more sane of the two “Doctors” present reached the door.

”Best give him chase, Lads.” He said, ”Or there’s no telling where he’ll wind up if he’s allowed out into Narim. Oh! The places one could hide in this broken city.” There was that characteristic inflection in his voice again that made them sure Crane was smiling.

Johnathan clenched his fists, looked back at Veleraen and called, ”Chase after Laskaris! I can’t let Crane find his way out of here if we’re both gone!”

In the distance, the scamper of feet up the stairwell they had come down could be heard as well as what sounded like someone consequently slipping and falling before scrambling to their feet again. There was little time – Veleraen had to decide if he was going to deal with Crane or give chase to his mark… and if leaving Johnathan alone with a madman was indeed a good idea.

Veleraen
April 21, 2010 08:33 PM​

Transporting Laskaris might have seemed like a security risk or even a personal safety risk if he were to get loose but Veleraen wasn't too concerned. The madman driven to insanity by Crane might have posed a risk to the normal every day man but the Titan was no slouch. He could wrap a rope around someone's wrists so tight they would snap in half. Chains and buffer zones were all that he needed while he slept and as long as those held, there would be no issue transporting Laskaris back to the black tower in Prime.

What they would do with him when he returned was another matter altogether. Maybe he would get life imprisonment instead of the axe? Veleraen knew not but one thing he did know was that Laskaris needed to come with him; now.

"That will not be a problem, Doctor." Veleraen stated quite plainly in reference to Laskaris not coming along willingly. He would be at the Titan's side one way or another on the way back to Prime. His duty and dedication swore it to be so.

Veleraen prepared himself as he bent over briefly, ready to grab the man. Crane interjected, his macabre mask giving Veleraen the chills as he became distracted and looked at the man who was so intent on giving them warnings. As unconcerned as Veleraen was about Laskaris, Crane just gave him the plain creeps. And he used to be a doctor...That made no sense at all to the Titan.

Turning his head back to focus on the task at hand, the door opened outwards and then and only then did Laskaris take the opportunity to bolt and bolt he did down the hall, only pausing briefly to listen to Crane of all people. It wasn't truly surprising that he was listening to the one man who had drove him to the mental state he was currently in, almost like a dog listening to its master.

"Aggh!" Veleraen turned to go grab Laskaris but paused briefly as he witnessed the keys slide towards Cailan's cell. Jonathan insisted he go chase Laskaris and after a moment of deliberation, Veleraen gave chase. His lumbering frame squeezed through the hallway, impeded by the cramped conditions but gave chase with the best of ability. He could hear the stumbling steps of Laskaris as the straight jacket inhibited his ability to climb the stairs properly. Wanting to take advantage, the Giant's long strides took him far and covered large amounts of ground without time to waste.

He was going to catch Laskaris, even if he had to chase him around Narim for a candlemark. There were only so many places a man in a straight jacket could go...Right?

Trinity
May 17, 2010 08:36 PM​

No sooner had Veleraen given chase, laughter erupted from Crane somewhere behind him. As Veleraen was exiting the door, he heard the good Doctor screaming ”No, no, anything but that!” And it sounded as if Johnathan staying behind wasn’t going to do any good at containing the other risky individual.

”We are going to have fun, Andrew. But first you are going to go retrieve my things for me…” There was a sickening enjoyment that was in Callian Crane’s voice, and the sound of a heavy coat’s buckles slapping against the iron bars down below rang up after Veleraen.

”No, you monster. NO!” The creak of a door sliding open on its rusted hinges.

”Andrew, why must you make this harder on yourself..?” Boots clinking against the floor as another set of feet scampered away.

”How did you.. What did you… I…” The sound of a coat dropping to the floor and a thud from the other individual.

”Andrew…” Callian seemed disappointed for some reason…

And then the voices trailed off, because Veleraen was getting too far away to listen to what they were saying back down below.

The Titan however was now well after Laskaris, who only had a brief head start regardless, and a very short leg span in comparison to the giant that was thundering after him. He left the building just in time to see Laskaris turn a corner, but the edge of his jacket caught on a broken lamp post and yanked him to the ground. He screamed like a frightened child and tried painfully to get up off his back as Veleraen came closer.

Wide eyes looked up at the giant with fear and he mumbled incoherently, his voice rising to shout at Veleraen. The tone was as if he were pleading with him, but the words were all out of order.

”No! In monsters be there! Take back don’t me! Of zombies scared me! No… More no… Me please help. Harm don’t me.” And then the man burst into tears, flailing like a cockroach that had been turned on its back, legs kicking wildly. He tossed and turned, trying to get leverage and finally managed just as Veleraen neared him. There was no escape.

”Anything tell you I.” He whimpered as Veleraen got closer, and decided to roll over onto his side, pulling his knees up to his chin and sniffling like a troubled child.

Veleraen
May 19, 2010 03:39 PM​

Between the beating of his footsteps and the heavy breaths that he took, Veleraen was intently focused on capturing Laskaris as the madman raced up the stairs. Almost blocking out the entirety of Andrew and Caillan's conversation, Veleraen pounded up the stairs, just barely able to capture a peek of the criminal as he rounded a corner but was suddenly stopped by a very trustworthy lamp post.

Walking up to the crazed individual, Veleraen stopped and knelt down towards him as he grabbed the end of a piece of rope, tied it quite tightly around one of the hoops on his straight jacket and then back to his chain belt. This would ultimately be the umbilical cord of justice and it would not become separated for as long as Veleraen held a sane conscience and breath in his lungs.

"You are not going back into that dungeon..." Veleraen uttered as he finished the last knot in his handy umbilical masterpiece. "You are going to come with me...and you will have a new home, as it were." The Giant grinned inwardly and silently as he rose to his feet and un-snagged Demetrios's straight jacket from the lamp post.

The Giant turned back and looked at the stairwell where he had come up from. He debated as to whether or not he should return to say farewell to the Doctor and his crazed cell mate, Caillan Crane. He could not recall what they were saying as he ran to catch Laskaris, only that there was some sort of frightened shriek of sorts. The Titan dismissed it as some sort of crazed reaction from Crane and instead, decided to leave a parting letter to the Doctor and slipped it into the mail box at the top of the stairs where they retained all of their correspondence:

Secrets :

Trinity
June 17, 2010 10:12 PM​

”Home?” Laskaris replied feebly, looking up at Veleraen. There was not fear in his eyes anymore, though it was clear he did not completely understand the situation. As he was dragged along, the captive victim shrieked incessantly and pulled against Veleraen’s might uselessly while he delivered the correspondence to the mailbox.

”Come out come out where ever you are…” Came that familiar voice as Veleraen left. It was barely more than a whisper, and hardly distinguishable. There were more important matters to care for at that time though, and so it was that the Giant and his charge were to leave… Straight jacket and all.

Unfortunately for Veleraen – and perhaps for Narim – a madman had been set on the loose, given free reign once more. Who knew what atrocities he would commit in the near future, but as for now… There were bounties to collect and Princes to see.

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Veleraen has successfully captured Demetrios Laskaris and can safely assume he is escorted back to Prime to be contained in the Black Tower until a later date.

Please feel free to contact me if it is necessary that he be played for later questioning.

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