Where'd They Go? Part 6
There's a flash of light -- several really -- and soon you and your two guests have returned to Alexandria. That leaves getting into the city with them... though this is actually relatively easy. Recognzied at the city gates by the guards, given your statures, they simply give questioning looks and ask how they might help.
... it's good to have the esteem of the locals, isn't it? Sometimes.
It was certainly a strange thing to just be let in. Not that Aryia wouldn't take that in stride. She hefts the tied up man over a shoulder and nods towards the gate Watch as they get recognized. "Seldan, you know where we can get that /thing/ sequestered safely away?" she inquires with a free hand. "Then we can deal with these two." <Handspeech/Tongues>
Schara is, confused, to say the least. Not that it is particularly easy to tell that they are. "Uh, yes, it is okay I think since we've carried them this far without issue or rather the others have." The artificer rambles. "Well, lets get going then, the sooner we get them all taken care of, the sooner we can continue on, although I think we should avoid talking too much about storing things needlessly while in the city."
"There is but one chance of that, where it shall be protected. I would have you leave that to me." Seldan speaks with certainty, looking back at the injured man, wrapped in pillows and blankets on the disk that trails him like an obedient puppy. "I would have this one seen to the Defense for aid, but-" He pauses uncertainly. "Never mind. Schara, have you the means to see to this?"
Aryia gives Schara a look, a white brow raised high at their comments. But whatever quip she usually has is let go as she nods sharply towards Seldan. "I trust your judgement on that front, Seldan. So. Defense for the fucked up guy, I'll bring this guy to the jails, and we can meet back at the Defense?" she suggests, stretching a leg out. Clearly the jail trip is going to go by fast. <Handspeech/Tongues>
A couple of guards are waved for. Alexandria's gates are always well guarded, thesse days especially, and two soldiers make their wy to join you.
"Gods. What the hell happened ot that one?" They can tell he's fucked up, even without surveying the extent ot the injuries.
The artificer shakes her head slowly. "I only have a singular charged contraption which would possibly be able to tend to their wounds, but I do not know how severe their injuries are, or if non magical care will suffice, even if I have extensive experience with healing." The artificer answers bluntly. "I can take them to the defence if you need to deal with other matters I think, although I can't control that floating disc myself."
The artificer stops, and tilts her head once. "He was injured by things which I do not know if I should be telling out loud, so I will leave it to the people you recognized to decide if they should explain or not." She answers.
Aya has arrived.
"He was tortured," Seldan answers shortly. "it is as she," he nods to Schara, "says, that the source is a thing of which it were well, did we not speak before the masses. Still would I see him to a healer, and that one," he nods to Aryia's burden, "to jail cells. The item responsible, I shall see to the Dreamer's Temple, that it be kept safe, for it is a thing of evil."
Aryia doesn't explain further what happened to the poor sod, her deferring to Seldan and nodding along with him at his concise summary. She hefts her prisoner, shifting them to the other shoulder.
"Glad I ain't got your job," remarks the guardsman as Seldan explains. A stretcher is sought and they soon are putting the tortured Taaran on it to carry them off to the Soldier's Defense. The nearest jail is none too far away, as well, and the guards are able to properly manacle the individual at your request, and soon they are being carted off to the jail, though it's clear they'll be wanting more information before long.
"Would you learn why it is that I send him in chains, come you to the Dreamer's Temple." Seldan seems preoccupied, and begins to turn away, in the direction of said edifice.
"I'll go with them to the defence, at least for now." The artificer tells the others. "Someone needs to make sure nothing happens on the way just in case, and I need to instruct the healers on the nature of the injuries and any potential complications."
"Please keep me notified of what is going on, I can meet you at the temple afterwards, unless you are still going to the defence in short time."
The artificer nods once, and walks off with the guards to hospital.
Aryia looks between the two of them as the soldiers lend a hand to get the injured to the Defense, and then to the Silverguard making his way in the direction of the temple district, the mute shrugs up to her shoulders. "See you two at the temple," she signs. She is by herself.
... shit. She's left with the paper work! "F-ck."
While Schara ensures a smooth transfer to the Soldier's Defense, the rest of the group heads to the Temple of Eluna, where you are warmly received, as you might expect given the station of those amongst you.
One of the priests, a Cleric by the name of Munro, greets you.
"Welcome, friends. I see you've come on urgent business. How can I be of service?"
"Seer Munro, Her light upon your path. I - find myself with an item of magic, a thing of evil too dangerous to touch." Seldan is the first to speak, offering the Seer a formal bow.
It takes Aryia a minute to get to the temple. Her time spent with the Watch can be summarized as giving as little detail as possible while giving a broad overview. Or, rather, the note she hands them is: "We found a shit situation with and pulled these two guys out, one was possessed but we dealt with it. The roped guy stabbed the fuck out of the injured one. I'm not answering anything else right now."
Which she promptly leaves and plays catch up to get to the temple. Thankfully she's fast.
Lightly panting, she stride in after Seldan some tens of seconds later. She gives a wave and a sloppy bow.
"...Eluna's silver t--," Munro, in a fit of propriety, stops himself dead before he completes that sentence and then he clears his throat and gestures in the direction of the back. "We'll go to the vaults so this thing can be secured. Is there something you'd like for us to do with it?"
Down you go, now, through the corridors of the temple, back to the vaults. As safe and seccure as any vault in Alexandria, the Elunan vaults have been breached but a handful of times.
"Not the first time I've been tasked with escorting adventurer's down here. Why, you wouldn't believe some of hte things that've been brought back here, or we've been told to bring back here."
Having heard the oath before, Seldan merely smiles politely, and turns to follow the man. He himself has been down here a handful of times only, if that many, and he waits until it is safe to do so before setting down his pack. "I would have it studied, to learn its origins - but I must also caution you not to touch it, for it would seem that any who touch it may be possessed by it. The man we found with it -" He hesitates, drawing in a breath. "Had done unspeakable things with it. It hates, and desires to kill, to harm. I would - learn if it be related to the gems that are being found in the Felwood."
In a rare show of frivolity for the artificer, once Schara was sure that the defence was taken care of and aware of the situation, especially the potentially fragile mental state of the patient, she quickly hired a stagecoach to take her down to the temple district. She quickly disembarked and half ran into the temple, slowing down as she reached the halls. "Please excuse me for my hurry, but I am here to see the others who are having something deposited into the vault." She greets breahlessly before heading down into the vault. "The cleric is accounted for, and I hope they will recover well." She relays. "Is the work down here going alright?"
Aryia snickers silently at the oath, her wiping the grin off her face. Some levity after the recent events was nice. She follows after, hands in her pockets as her glowing gaze idly sweeps about the place. Nodding along as they go and trailing behind a little bit for Schara should they show up. Just barely spying them on the way down, she gives a wave before delving deeper into the temple.
Though, Seldan's insight of what it could be makes her brows shoot up. She hadn't thought of that. "Good. We're working on that," she surmises to Schara with a flit of a hand. <Handspeech/Tongues>
When Schara expresses her wish to join the others, it is verified with Munro and soon the artificer is allowed to join them in the vaults area.
"...huh," he tells Seldan.
"Well, you're in luck. I have some spells prepared that should help with these things. Why don't we have a seat, and then I'll use the magic and see what we can learn?"
Seeing what we can learn is their job. He scratches his scraggly-bearded face.
"And to think, I was just going to use it to find out who was putting the graffiti about -- you know what, the less I talk about that, the better."
"Do you find the culprit, I shall be pleased to find better uses for their time." Seldan inclines his head, and opens the knapsack. Rather than reach into it, however, he draws a sigil above it, stops halfway through with a shake of his head, and repeats it, this time with an extra line. The second time, it takes form, and he steps a pace back from the bag, gesturing towards the bag as if reaching into it. From the bag, a black knife, semi-cleaned of its blood - at least to the extent possible - emerges, and at his gesture floats in the direction of a work table at the center of the room. He focuses until it is set down, then releases the spell. "Ward yourself, Seer, ere you ere you attempt to touch such, for it has a will of its own, and desires to harm others."
-To Be Continued-