The door appeared seemingly out of nowhere, sitting flush against the hangar's "north" wall. It was an odd door, to be sure, and not simply because of its miraculous appearance. No, this door was a thing unheard of in this day and age, wooden and thick and worn. Well used, yet with a quality of agelessness about it. The frame around the door was no less odd, etchings and engravings tracing lines about its surface that lent it a distinctly archaic (or possibly arcane) feeling.
"Hello?"
The man who stuck his head out the door was also somewhat odd, wearing a vest and slacks that seemed to have been taken directly out of a nineteen-forties detective novel, with his white sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He looked to have been doing something else, perhaps mixing recipes or concocting potions, judging by the door he had arrived in and the white powder covering his hands.
"Anybody here?"
He swept his eyes over the hangar and they caught sight of the gory mess that still lingered, along with the large monster standing in the center of the room inside a circle of heads.
"Oh dear..."
He pulled his head back inside the door and it closed for a moment, then re-opened to admit his entire self through and into the hangar, now wearing a knee-length dark blue coat and holding a cane in his left hand. He walked cautiously, though not with fear. A confident stride, yet ready for whatever surprises may lie in store. As he moved, he reached out with his mind as well, supplementing the observations of his mundane senses with that of the arcane. Not unexpectedly, the stench of death was almost overpowering, clinging to every atom in the room like some foul disease bent on corrupting the very nature of the area. He'd felt worse though, and simply strode on, none of his disgust showing on his face. When he reached the exterior of the circle of heads he stopped, unsure of what the creature would do if he broke the perimeter. He'd had too much experience with the arcane to believe this was simply a display, and simply the arranging of the heads in such a manner spoke of intelligence. As did the brief touch of Mortimer's mind against that of the creature. Not enough to be considered a threat, more of a mental handshake than anything, if the creature was even capable of perceiving it.
"Nod if you understand me."
It was clearly evident that the creature was responsible for the bloodshed here, and had it been another man confronting him there may well have been no attempts at reasoning. Most would simply have opened fire, but Mortimer was not most men. He abhorred killing, though he had been known to make exceptions for mere beasts, but this creature had displayed intelligence. He could not simply destroy it, no matter what atrocities it had committed.
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The only reason you would have to drop it would be to fight lower level opponents.
The character in question can sprint 200 mph and use burst jets to reach a little past mach 1 in a straight line, so it's not quite quicksilver levels.
Regardless, he's still probably a low level high tier because of that immense perception rate.
Regardless, he's still probably a low level high tier because of that immense perception rate.
Posted finally. My next one will be the arrival of the horse messengers at their locations.
21st of Sun's Height, 4E 205
Argoth Mellin, head researcher at the arcane university, walked purposefully down the corridors of the imperial palace, his confident stance doing much to hide the anxiety he felt inside. He'd been awoken in the middle of the night to find a pair of Imperial guards, the same two that now escorted him, pounding on his door as though the safety of the very empire depended on reaching him. Then again, with a summons from the emperor in the small hours of the morning, it very well could. He had hastily dressed himself before opening the door, and was thankful of his preparation when they ushered him out of his rooms without another moment's notice. Whatever this was about, it had to be important.
Or he was in serious trouble... Could they have found out about the necromancy? Surely not. He'd been extremely careful about keeping his experiments small and quiet, as well as outside the city. He was certain no one had followed him to the cave, but what if it had been discovered independently and they had a way to connect it to him? He didn't want to lose his position at the university, but even more than that, he didn't want to lose his head. He'd heard of necromancers in other parts of the empire being executed for their practices, and at the time he'd thought it ironic. Now, with the threat of discovery looming so close, he only found it terrifying.
It was with a regal bearing that he allowed himself to be ushered into the Emperor's offices, and the first thing he noticed was that apart from a few guards and the emperor himself, the chamber was devoid of people. His mood instantly brightened at that, realizing that if there were no magistrates or city guardsmen then he very likely wasn't going to be arrested and executed.
"What do you know of ravens?"
The question, posed by the emperor, caught him off guard.
"Ravens, my lord? They are a medium-sized bird with black feathers and a reputation for intelligence, and have been used by the empire for message delivery for centuries. If it's not above my station, may I ask why my lord is inquiring?"
"That's correct." The emperor said, ignoring the question portion of the man's answer. "But they only work if the message is being sent from one single location to one other location, and the raven must be very specifically chosen and trained. That has always been their downfall. We have never been able to send a raven messenger to an army on the march or a city they do not know. I wish to change that. I need you to discover a way to guide a raven to a location of our choosing, or a person that is on the move. Horse messengers have their uses, but ravens are far quicker and if they can be made reliable would give the empire an advantage in both politics and war."
The emperor paused and looked straight at him. "Can it be done?"
Mellin stood watching the floor intently as the possibilities flowed through his head, various spells and potions and enchantments that could be used for the various effects required and even the inclusion of soul gems to power them. It would be a taxing project indeed, but he believed it could be done.
"It can, my lord. I will begin work immediately."
Actions:
-Research begins on a way to guide ravens for the rapid delivery of important missives.
Post away Vordak.
I'm actually kind of relieved... You would have been the third opponent of mine in this fight to vanish mysteriously.
I'm also not dead. Just in case that was in doubt...
I got my internet set up today and a new computer to write on, but work has been kicking my ass lately. Luckily, I have Saturday off so that will be dedicated to writing.
And Doctor Who.
But mostly writing.
I got my internet set up today and a new computer to write on, but work has been kicking my ass lately. Luckily, I have Saturday off so that will be dedicated to writing.
And Doctor Who.
But mostly writing.
It's Dean's turn.
Alrighty then. Go ahead and resume your previous place in the posting order. I'm afraid you'll have to arrive IC as if you'd never joined before though, since you were gone so long. It wouldn't really be fair to the rest if your character was able to stand there and observe everything while remaining completely untouchable.
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