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Shadow Contracts (for Ixis Naugus)

Deep in the Parkland woods, twilight holds sway despite the early hour. The crumbling grey walls rise high and forbidding from the outside, but the heavy door stands ajar and swings open noiselessly when pushed – there’s fresh oil on the hinges.

Inside lies a great courtyard surrounded by a columned portico, with narrow doorways leading off into more dark corners. In the center, however, is a wide well with a low stone edge. Off to one side, its hooded summoner waits. Felix has spread a mat over the cracked paving stones, and now sits cross-legged beside his knapsack, picking over a few implements and books, checking the edge of a steel dagger. Aside from his hood, the conjurer has abandoned the legionary uniform for plainer leather armor, worn and mended from long use.

It’s been very quiet for some time. Just the skittering of breeze-blown leaves and birdsong drifting over the walls. Felix is quick to look up at a new presence.

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Felix is rummaging through the elder Vigilant’s pockets – no small task given her stony bonds and the sheer number of places a pocket might be hidden in those robes, especially one containing a secret key. One might suspect he’s done this quite a few times before.

“Hm? Well, I expect they’re probably stolen anyway.” He glances around the items in view, shrugs at Naugus before resuming his search. “Why should the Vigil have them?”

He’s pretty sure nothing in here is too powerful (not if the Vigilants could get hold of it). What damage could Naugus do with them that’s worse than refusing him?

That staff might be more interesting than it first appears, though – on close inspection, the wooden appearance might just be dirt and damage, and it actually looks like it might be quite shiny with a little skilled restoration. The gnarled top looks a bit like a carving – some tiny battered figurines, perhaps…?

(( As it happens, I had a particular staff in mind for this. Feel free to have Naugus steal that one, or we can say it’s something else. ;) ))

((THE EVERSCAMPS. I've heard horror stories about these guys. Excellent.))

After hopping into the containment area, Naugus strides over towards that staff, peering at it up and down, making sure there's nothing too obvious about causing harm or setting off alarms. It certainly is a good deal more interesting than it appears at a distance! Though how did it get so dirty in the first place? Why did they let it STAY dirty?

Naugus gives the weapon a tap with the pincer of his claw. And if it doesn't do anything, he's going to snatch it and stuff it into his cloak, stretching back through shadows to his study and depositing it there.

Edited 2016-03-02 22:19 (UTC)

((Hooray! :D))

The staff seems ever so harmless. It's quite safe to pick up. For now.

"Ah!" Felix pulls a talisman from their prisoner's robe, looking at it carefully. It certainly feels akin to the wards on the door- what's Naugus up to? He looks over at the sorcerer, blinking. "The staff?"

Well, no matter. Time to try this key. He goes back to the door, lifting the talisman while he tries to decide how it should interact with the ward: in the event, a touch to the door makes that holy ward chime brightly and fade to a dull mark. Inactive. Felix hisses through his teeth triumphantly.

Naugus waits a few moments, trying to ensure that there are no alarms, no wards, no curses that have been enabled with the attempted theft of this staff.

"Do you know anything about it? The staff, I mean. Why would it even be contained here?"

There’s no explanatory plaque, no name attached to the staff. Just a few wards around the cage – elemental runes that erupt in blasts of fire and frost if Naugus touches them physically. Easy enough for the Ixian mage to deflect, no doubt. Perhaps the more sophisticated protections are reserved for the main vault.

“I don't, no.” Felix glances back. He's working on disentangling the vault wards. “I don’t suppose they had the sense to leave a label with it? Idiots. They must believe it's some daedric artifact, but I doubt they understand it. Knowing them, it might not even be dangerous. You’ve seen how easy it is to make them panic.”

"Is it fear or moral panic? Or a bit of both? Pfah." He gives the fallen Vigilants an extra scoff and look of scorn as he crosses the room back towards Felix.

"I get the distinct feeling that this one has something holy attached to it. I'll gladly meddle with any of the elemental ones, but that one...You're on your own." Proximity already has his skin prickling as if too close to something hot. No thanks.

"Both. It's a long story - and a foolish one, where they're concerned."

He shows Naugus the talisman he found. It’s practically humming with the same aura as the holy ward. “I’m sure this key can deactivate it. I already unsealed the ward for human passage, but I think I might be able to remove it completely. Make sure the threshold is safe for you.”

He looks up at the dulled symbols above the door. “Have you ever broken this kind of… holy magic before? It’s an unusual kind of ward, in my experience.”

But then he's never been troubled by it the way Naugus is.

"Not particularly. They were few and far between back on Mobius, but what there was..." He shudders, "I avoided. Certainly, they could be broken with sheer force, but why bother? I had more important matters to worry about." A good cover as any for having such a profound aversion to a type of magic or energy.

The talisman is given the same look of pained disgust as the ward itself, Naugus flinching back with a hiss. Not so close, kid!

He’s really starting to wonder what this aversion says of Naugus’s nature. But he’s smarter than to tackle the subject here and now; he just withdraws the talisman and keeps it to himself.

“A pity. But it’s always the spell that seemed most trivial, isn’t it?” He raises his hands, feeling out the ward through the talisman. “It doesn’t feel the same as any ward I’ve seen constructed… I wonder…” He looks up at the symbols again, considering his options. He’d rather not go all-out in desecrating something holy to try and break its protection, nor call on a Prince to break it head-on.

He looks around, points out the cage that until recently held the staff. “Could you help me move that over? I want to get up at those symbols directly.”

It really doesn't bode well, does it? Something repulsed by things of a pure and holy nature doesn't sound like the kind of guy that is on the up and up, to say the least. But hey, maybe that's useful knowledge for later.

When the cage is called for, Naugus nods and grunts in affirmation, heading over to grab it in his claw and drag it over. The guy's strong; look at the size of those arms! "THAT I can do."

Oh, now that’s something to see. Felix was about to come over and help, but instead Naugus drags the mass of iron past him – one-handed. Blinking, he makes another note about his fiendish friend: no wrestling matches, they will be traps.

“Thank you,” he says honestly, before he finds the best holds on the cage and clambers up atop it. This close he’s almost able to reach the symbols himself where they’re carved at the top of the door. They really aren’t like the weavings of normal mages… perhaps it’s that simple after all.

He gathers the purple light of a summoning in his hand, gestures, and draws a bound sword, long and transparent. It doesn’t sit entirely easy with the magic on the door; he lifts the blade up to examine it thoughtfully for a minute. That feels interesting…

“All right- I’m going to try something. If it throws me off, er- just try to catch me. Please.”

He takes a breath, steadies his feet on the cage, and takes a swing at the symbols. The instant the blade makes contact he can feel the pressure – magic on magic, bound-in power against disrupting outsider. There’s a whumph and the sword almost bounces back- but there’s a deep slice across the rune, and the ward it’s a part of seems to weaken.

Encouraged, Felix checks his balance and gets to cutting as fast and carefully as he can, until the middle section of symbols are quite obscured and the ward is reduced to remnants of scattered power.

Naugus grumps and harrumphs at being given all these requests like he's a simple thug! Just dumb muscle! But c'mon, that's what you get when you're built like a dump truck and have arms as big around as your own waist.

He watches the attempted destruction with interest, ears perked upright. The fact that Felix's actions left lasting damage and no one was thrown away or nothing exploded? Encouraging! "Is it weakening? It feels like it is." Or maybe that's just wishful thinking.

If it helps, that last one sounded more like a hopeful plea. Felix is just thinking of how much it would hurt to get blasted across a stone vault from a height by some angry god. He’s very glad when that doesn’t happen.

“I think so! My blade seems to have more effect than I expected…” He passes a hand over the runes. “They definitely don’t hold as much power. I’ll destroy all the ones I can reach before you test them.” For good measure he’s scratching out the closest ones a little better. It’s tricky up here to get the right angle and distance for a good cut.

"Test them? You mean walk through and see if they don't burn me to a crisp? Or apply magic to them in some fashion?" Naugus spares a glance back towards those guards he'd been strangling moments before, just to ensure none of them are stirring yet.

"And what are the odds there'll only be more beyond this doorway? My patience wears thin!"

"I was going to leave that to you. Perhaps if you simply come closer you can tell how much they discomfort you." Felix is working as fast as he can on chiseling away the holy protections. "I only found one 'key', so I would assume this is the only set of wards. Truthfully, I think this is the most they're capable of. Even their elemental traps aren't very good."

The guards don't seem to be moving yet. They might need a while to gain the strength, even when they start to regain consciousness.

Felix finishes one side, starts cutting into the other. He's getting more confident as he goes. "Of course, at this point I could summon something else to try ramming through. That way you don't need to trouble yourself, and we can break the other wards at the same time."

"How much do we care about leaving evidence we were here and broke into things? Because that ship has clearly sailed." Downed guards, stolen staffs, chipped wards. "At this point, something ramming down what's left would be a welcome change of pace." Naugus is wandering again, intent on prodding and inspecting other items being held in this vault. The guy has a spectacularly flimsy attention span.

“You have a point. The sooner we can get out of here..." Felix scratches out the last sigil he can reach and jumps down, wincing at the shock of his landing on the flagstones. He’s careful to step away from the doors before he calls on his new ally. He concentrates on reaching out; an orb of purple energy forms in one cupped hand, crackling around a dark vortex. He casts it to the flagstones, and it erupts outward with a metallic snap, swelling to an intangible sphere much larger than he is.

When it fades, it leaves the towering form of a frost atronach: a faceless, walking glacier whose very presence begins to chill the air. Felix bows his head to it politely, even as he’s mentally giving it its orders. The atronach turns and trundles over, shoving the cage aside before it moves back and lines up with the door.

“This is about to get noisy,” Felix says, going over to push the other door closed. And stay out of range of any explosions. The atronach lumbers into a charge, building up a bit of speed and a lot of momentum before it rams the doors with a huge fist. The holy sigils flare weakly, the elemental wards erupt in blasts of frost and fire. Only the flames seem to bother the elemental, eliciting a creaking groan from its icy bones. The wounds swiftly refreeze in its freezing aura though, and it trundles back to make another charge. This time, the doors buckle a bit under its impact, splintering around lock and hinges; the wards seem to be sputtering out entirely. Stoic and silent, the atronach gets ready to try again.

“Once more will see us through, I think,” Felix observes. He’s watching the other door tensely. All this noise is resounding through the vault; even if they are well below ground, surely someone’s going to hear. Or come looking for the trio lying on the floor right now. The noise is making a couple of them stir groggily. “We’ll need to move quickly…”

The beast made of ice gets Naugus to stop whatever he's doing (or put down whatever he'd picked up to examine), ears upright in surprise. And perhaps a bit impressed! "You summoned that? Where does it come from?" Now might not be the time for academically curious questions, Naugus. But that doesn't stop him from asking either way.

When the creature nearly has the door done in, the wizard hurries back over to stand nearer to Felix, trodding right on top of the downed guards as if they were little more than sacks of grain. He, of course, thoroughly ignores any sounds of pain this could cause. "I vote once we've got ahold of this object, we take to the shadows promptly. No faster escape than that, assuming they don't have more holy wards set up to put a stop to us."

“The elemental plane of frost,” Felix answers, giving Naugus a quick grin despite the circumstances. The danger of their situation and the risks they’ve taken only make it feel better to pull off a summoning of significance. And that’s beyond how good it always feels to work his magic, to feel the might of an ancient mind answer his command.

“Agreed. I’ll be ready,” he agrees about the shadows. Disconcerting as they are, they’re easily preferable to waiting around here. Is that distant shouting echoing down the stairwell? He can’t tell over the muffled whimpers from Naugus’ downtrodden foes, the pounding of glacial feet on stone.

The great elemental crashes though the doors, scattering splinters around it. Instantly it’s silhouetted in a flood of brilliant light from beyond. Felix urges it in ahead, but no more wards are triggered; he follows cautiously with his sword flickering in his hand.

The circular chamber beyond is lined with stands for magical lights; others hang from the high ceiling, all burning brilliant white. Even the floor is circled with crystalline lanterns. The shadows have been banished entirely from this room. The only hint of shade lies rather forlornly on a low stone pedestal in the center. From the door it just looks like a scrap of grey cloth, pale and washed-out in the unrelenting light.

"There's an entire plane of ice!? We'll have to speak on this at greater length when we're not in the process of being pursued." With that being said, Naugus hurries right behind Felix and his massive summon, eager to tackle whatever comes next.

But stops short when he sees all the oppressive light and its fantastic ability to do away with any and all shadows. "Vale's bones, it's like they knew what we'd be up to," the wizard mutters, looking about urgently for any sliver of darkness. His search takes precedent even over securing the item they'd come after. He was the one who said his methods would be the method of escape, after all.

"Clever," Felix agrees. "Maybe the only way to keep Nocturnal from reclaiming the cowl herself." His solution to the lights is very simple: he orders the atronach to start crushing them as it goes, treading some underfoot and smashing them off their stands. He doesn't know how much shadow they need, but the more the better.

Felix himself proceeds carefully, glancing around the walls and eyeing the floor for further wards. They seem to have reached the limit of the Vigil's security. Besides, there are definitely voices outside, and the sound of the outer doors being forced open in a hurry.

Time for the conjurer to hurry forward and snatch up the Cowl... and it seems so ordinary, in his hand. Just a garment of grey cloth, thick and well-worn yet light and soft to the touch. Felix stares at it, a sort of tremor in his voice as he calls out.

"I have it!"

Upon hearing the clamour coming their way, Naugus makes a hurried gesture with his hand, sweeping it upwards to rip the earthen floor upwards in front of the door. Giving them a barricade to hopefully allow for their exit.

Rushing back over to Felix, he aims to do it all in one fell swoop, not even breaking stride. Grab the boy in his dash and dive feet first into the nearest shadow. No matter how anemic it may be, it will have to do, assuming he manages to get a good grip on the younger mage.

The growl and rumble of rending earth makes Felix startle and turn. There's a brief glimpse of a gaggle of hooded soldiers trying to skid to a sudden halt behind it. He doesn't have time to process this new magic, because Naugus's hand clamps onto the scruff of his neck and yanks him off his feet...

And the next moment they're both flung through the faint web of shadow cast by the shattering lights. Felix tries to release his atronach's connection as they go. He doesn't want to leave it behind in that vault.

The sudden press of darkness comes as both shock and relief after all that light; Felix gasps a bit, struggles to find his feet before common sense reminds him not to dislodge the sorcerer keeping him safe in here.

Naugus may or may not give Felix a firm shake to remind him to not kick himself loose from his hold. Bad things may occur should contact be broken. No telling what's lurking in this realm, aside from a poor, displaced thief lost somewhere in the murk.

"Is all of you through?" He looks back to make sure there's no errant legs or bits of clothing still left on the side of the light before he sets about to adjusting his hold on Felix. Looking to switch to having his hand around his upper arm instead of by the neck. Sorry, kid, he just grabbed whatever he could. "And you still have the artifact, I hope?" If the boy dropped it and Naugus has to go back out there, that's gonna be messy.

It's all right, Naugus, that's what happens when you turn right when your ally is trying to grab you for a daring getaway.

"Of course," Felix is quick to assure him, lifting the cowl. The fabric is almost invisible here, quick to blend with the other shadows of this realm. The conjurer peers close at it when Naugus's first question sinks in. "Wait, what? 'All of me'?!"

Great, now he has to count his limbs. That's never a good sign on these escapades. Still, everything important seems present and accounted for: a few bits of leather seem to have been left behind but nothing irreplaceable. Felix remembers belatedly to dismiss his bound blade with a sheathing motion.

"...I'm fine, thank you. We... er, can get out of here, can't we?" The vault they just left has Vigilants scrambling in undignified fashion over the barricade, while a couple of others take their maces to one edge. They're practically frothing with righteous rage.

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