Post by Cyrus Elwood❂ on Aug 13, 2021 1:37:31 GMT -5
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[attr=class,cyrustext]"Are you ready for this, Cyrus?" Hama asked her friend as she watched him moving around his room, checking his things and making sure that he was prepared for what was to come soon. The spirit herself was sitting on the edge of his personal desk, which was covered in reports and research papers neatly divided and sorted. Also seated at the desk was Magdalene, who Cyrus had allowed to stay in his room with him for the night to make sure she wasn't seen by the rest of the family. It had been just barely more than a day since Cyrus and Zaven rescued her from the old Elwood bunker they had discovered in their investigation of the communications between Garret, the elder of the Elwood family, and Rolin, Zaven's own father.
"I would like to say that yes, I am completely ready, but to be perfectly honest I am not. This is going to happen very fast, and there are a lot of things that could go wrong if we aren't careful. I have already called the Crimson Lions, and advised them to head our way tomorrow to take Garret into custody once he had been dealt with." They could not risk the slightest possibility of him escaping, after what the Golden Dawn's Captain and Vice Captain had discovered in their search. Cyrus had already resolved to confront the Elder about his crimes as soon as possible, but their rescue of Magdalene had only served to reinforce his determination to capture the sneaky noble. "Your concern is clear, Cyrus. But is this Garret really so powerful?" Asked the girl sitting at the desk; though she had heard the man's name in passing during her time training, all that she knew was that he was in contact with her father and that he was in control of the Elwood family.
Cyrus considered the question as he shook out his Golden Dawn mantle carefully, hanging it on a mannequin so it would be ready to grab in the morning. Normally, the sap wizard was never one to brag or boast about his power and abilities; while humble by nature already, any arrogance or supposed certainty that he had in his abilities had been vigorously beaten out of him over the years by both Lady Pesha, his first mentor in the ways of magic, as well as Zaven once the shadow magic user had taken to training him to become his successor. So he was always the first to express doubt when it came to his own abilities; caution and acceptance of ones flaws were paramount to surviving a life on the battlefield, as Pesha had told him long ago.
Still, despite that, Cyrus also knew for a fact that in terms of raw magical ability, he far eclipsed Garret's own by now. In fact, he had likely done so quite some time ago; as much as he prided himself on being the leader of their family, the Elder had never been especially capable even by their family's rather low standards. His particular brand of magic, thorn, was certainly imposing to behold, but it was far less impressive than half of the things Cyrus had experienced since entering the Magic Knights.
But it wasn't the power of the family's Elder that made the young man so concerned.
"Garret isn't powerful, no. Not compared to most of what I have faced, at any rate. But I refuse to underestimate his cunning; outside assistance or not, he has hidden his illegal dealings for more than a decade at the very least. He may not be some grand criminal mastermind scheming the downfall of Clover on his own, but he is intelligent enough to conceal his actions for far longer than I would have liked. I will take any precaution necessary to ensure that he does not escape justice."
Hama grinned at her partner's determination, while Magdalene simply tilted her head a bit for a moment before giving a slight nod. Cyrus looked back at the two as he approached the lone candle lighting his room. "You both get some rest. We have a very big day tomorrow, and I would hate to get a late start." He suggested as he snuffed the flame, bathing the room in darkness. He returned to his bed while Hama stowed herself away in his grimoire; he had offered to let Magdalene take the bed, but she insisted that she would be fine sleeping in his reading chair since she didn't want to insult one of her saviors by kicking him out of his own bed. And soon enough, all three had drifted off to sleep.
"He went that way, sir!"
Cyrus' eyes snapped open at the sound of someone shouting, and he immediately set to look around. Had the estate been attacked in the middle of the night? Actually, looking around, he realized that he wasn't in the estate at all. No bed, no books, and no Magdalene or Hama. On closer inspection, he wasn't even standing on the ground; he was floating high above it, the scenery around him rushing by as he seemed tethered to a shrouded figure running along the dank tunnel beneath him, travelling at the same rate as the man without any effort on his part. "What is this?" He wondered as he followed along the person below, not really having any sort of choice in the matter.
Eventually the tunnel opened up into a large cavern, burning sconces covering the chamber in an otherworldly glow. A lone figure stood in the center of the room, and Cyrus saw that both of their arms had been amputated at different spots; the left right at the wrist, and his right around elbow length. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, making the numerous scars and injuries that also decorated his body plainly visible. Despite his wounds and lack of hands, however, Cyrus could feel an oppressive aura pulsing off of him, like a twisted, irregular heartbeat. And his face... one eye was scarred over and milky white, while his mouth was curved into a nasty grin as he glared at the figure who had entered the cave. "I had a feeling that you would show up, hunter!" He said confidently as the other person stepped closer. The man spoke, and Cyrus' eyes widened as he recognized the voice. "Well, what can I say? When the Hooked Hand starts making a fuss in the Heart Kingdom, there's only one family of bounty hunters worth calling after all!" Spoke the man as he reached up, removing his hood and confirming to Cyrus what he had already expected.
It was Ostead, the mysterious man whom he had met recently in a vision while training with Zaven to master the spirit dive technique. He looked basically identical to how he had in that strange dream-like world, right down to how his messy blonde hair parted over his ears. Ostead had told Cyrus that day wouldn't be the last time that he would see him, but never did the sap wizard believe that he would see him in an actual dream. And why was this happening in the first place?
The name he had mentioned also piqued Cyrus' interest; he had never heard of the Hooked Hand before, and yet the name felt so... significant. Was he just not remembering hearing someone mention it? Or was there something more at play here?
Whatever the case may be, his words seemed to amuse the wounded man, who laughed. "Yes, I'm very aware. We've clashed more times than I can count... though to be fair, that's rather difficult now that you've taken both of my hands." He sneered; though he seemed almost jovial, the malice was practically pouring out of his mouth. Ostead seemed unbothered though, joining his apparently old foe in his laughter. "Yes, I must apologize for that. Sorry, but we Elwoods can get a little excited when a worthwhile prey steps into our net!"
Cyrus blinked, processing everything that he had just heard. We Elwoods? Ostead was an Elwood?! Well, that would explain some of the similarities in appearance, true enough. But what was this about them being a family of bounty hunters? He had never heard of such a thing in their history before. And the Heart Kingdom... so they were from the Heart Kingdom originally?
Cyrus shook the thoughts out of his head; while it was certainly plausible enough, he supposed, but this was just a dream, right? Lots of ridiculous things happened in dreams, so why should he take anything happening in this one seriously? It was probably just nerves about what was happening tomorrow.
... and yet...
The two wizards didn't waste any more time with their banter, both brandishing their grimoires; hands of crystal sprouted from the Hooked Hand mage's stumps so he could hold his tome, while Ostead summoned a mass of... sap?!
Okay, this was getting to be a little too coincidental.
The fight began, and Cyrus had never seen one quite like it. Crystals embedded themselves into the cavern's walls, waves of sap flooded the floor, it was pure chaos! Ostead was slowly gaining ground however, pushing his foe into a corner. But the man wasn't blind enough to miss that, and attempted to make a run for it. Ostead smiled as his grimoire glowed, and from its pages emerged... a spirit? And not just any spirit, either.
It was Hama!
"Seeker's Hunting Ground!" The bounty hunter called out as a huge wave of sap spread across the ground, sealing the chamber's only exits up and trapping his quarry. The man growled, any semblance of affability gone. And as he turned to shout, he was pierced by a spear of amber.
Hama snickered. "Any last words, Hooked Halfwit?" She asked. The cultist winced in pain, but his glare did not lessen. "Yes, I have some words. I curse you! I curse your family, Ostead Elwood! May your family be driven from this land by those who fill your pockets! May you be drawn to every misfortune imaginable! In the name of the great Aamon, I curse you and your kin to a life of pain and weakness until the day you shed your so-called noble skin!"
Cyrus sat up, suddenly awake at the last words of the cultist in his dream. Hama was already out of her grimoire, and looking at him with concern. He could tell by her gaze; she had witnessed the dream as well. Of course she had; they were connected, after all. He wanted to talk about it; to see what she thought about everything. But a glance out of his window told him that it would have to wait; now, it was time to capture a quarry of his own.
Garret would be returning to his private chambers after taking his morning walk around the grounds, Cyrus wagered. The old man was nothing if not a creature of habit. So he made his way there, careful not to attract any more attention than necessary. He had woken up Magdalene and sent her to her position for this endeavor; she was to wait outside, by the secret exit to the estate that Cyrus had first discovered when he caught the courier carrying messages between Garret and Rolin. No doubt Garret would try to flee, rather than come to blows with the black sheep of the Elwood family. So if he did manage to slip by Cyrus, Maggie would be there to stop him. She had insisted on taking a role in the plan.
Cyrus entered Garret's room without bothering to alert the man, but on stepping inside he saw that he wasn't there. He reached out with his mind to try and get a sense of where the man was, and found a familiar ki signature. It would seem there was a hidden passageway beneath Garret's desk, covered by a few panels of wood Cyrus easily pulled off. He nodded to Hama before slipping his way in, traveling down a tunnel that reminded him a great deal of the one Ostead had pursued the Hooked Hand down in his dream. The thought seemed to spur him to move faster, as he found his pace increasing quickly. Though his speed wasn't the only thing he would be taking inspiration from regarding the vision; the spell Ostead had used to trap his target had given Cyrus an idea for the final touches on a spell he had been conceptualizing.
A figure was visible as he entered a large, open room covered with documents and books. Cyrus trained his eyes on the familiar hunch of his family's elder, and spoke. "Garret Elwood, you are under arrest for crimes against Clover and her people!" He called out without hesitation, causing the man to practically jump in his surprise. Garret turned to face the brat shouting at him, and his face paled as he realized who exactly it was. "Cyrus! When did you... how did you... what are you talking about?!" He stuttered desperately as he frantically searched the room, likely looking for some sort of escape route. Cyrus only stepped forward, driving the other man back with each step. "Just as I said. I'm taking you into custody and escorting you to Balgon Prison until you tell us everything you know regarding Rolin Blake and the bunkers you have been giving him to use for his business!"
Garret froze at the mention of the name; if his face was pale before, now it was practically transparent. Clearly he was afraid of his associate, and likely far more so than he was of the young man standing before him.
Unfortunately for him, that was not the best judgement in this particular moment. Garret immediately cast a spell, sending a twisting mass of thorny vines at Cyrus, who stepped out of the way thanks to the distance between them. He could have cast a spell in retaliation, but looking at everything in this room, he wanted to avoid escalating the fight and damaging any potentially valuable information. He held up his own spellbook, and felt the mana within him churn and boil as he prepared to cast his newest spell for the first time. "Oh beast that claims life eternal by the sprouting of two heads from one, grant me your aid. Let your infinite necks be as walls of a labyrinth, in which beasts may wander for all eternity until I see fit. Give form to the maze of the monsters, so that none may escape my prison!"
The incantation seemed to coax more and more power from Cyrus' grimoire as its glow intensified, a large pool of sap forming beneath his feet. Garret was shaking now, clearly terrified, but finally managed to make his legs move as he ran in the direction of the hidden exit he had been using for years now... only to find a black-haired woman blocking his path. "Wh-who?!"
Before he could even finish his question, Cyrus was ready. "Lose yourself in the twisted paths of your crimes, Garret! DEAD HYDRA: AMBER ARRAY!" He shouted, and like a great dam bursting, so too did the sap at his feet.
The sap rushed across the floor of the large room at an astonishing pace, which was imposing enough on its own. But as the sap traveled outward, great walls of the substance rose to meet the ceiling, hardening into solid amber. Garret attempted to escape the flow of sap, but he found his magical power weakening as soon as he was within the confines of the spell. He weakly beat on the amber walls, but to no avail. He let out a desperate cry for help as he sunk to his knees, the sap below nearly swallowing him whole. Cyrus and Hama both observed his handiwork with the new technique, pleased with how well it had worked but also disgusted by the pathetic display of a man whose crimes had finally caught up to him. He glanced back at his Cider and nodded, sending it a mental command. The golem charged into the labyrinth of amber, able to pass through the walls as though they weren't even there since they were both spells of the Vice Captain. It came to hover above Garret, who shrunk away from the beast as though he were attempting to protect himself with the sap.
"Just like him to try and hide behind someone else's work." Cyrus mused bitterly. He stepped into the labyrinth, choosing to make his way through its winding paths the normal way. Garret could see his blurred form through the crystalline orange walls, always steady with his pace; the sap did nothing to hinder its master, and Cyrus knew instinctively which paths to take in order to make his way to his target. And reach him he did, placing a hand on Garret's shoulder and gripping it tightly. "By my authority as Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn, I hereby place you under arrest, Garret Elwood. And until a better candidate for our family's leadership comes along, I will be assuming control of the Elwood family." He informed the man, pulling him to his feet and pushing him forward so that they could make their way to the exit.
Once they had reached their destination, Cyrus looked back at the maze he had summoned and released the spell, allowing it to fade away as though it were never there. Magdalene gave him a small smile but glared at Garret, taking hold of him so that Cyrus could get the exit opened.
Once they were outside, they were met by a group of Magic Knights from the Crimson Lion squad. The man in front saluted Cyrus. "We are here as requested, Vice Captain Elwood! Is this the prisoner we are to be transporting to Balgon Prison?" He asked of the sap wizard, who nodded and told Magdalene to hand him over. A portal opened up behind the group of mages, allowing them to quickly make their way to the prison in question. Once the gate was closed, Magdalene looked at Cyrus curiously. "So Cyrus... now what will you do?" She asked, not having the foggiest of ideas regarding what to do after something like this.
Cyrus hummed thoughtfully, scratching his chin before nodding again. "First thing's first; let's get back inside and gather everyone up. They need to know what exactly is going on." He said, turning to make his way back to the estate's proper entrance after making sure that the hidden exit was closed and sealed.
The time for change was now.
[EXIT]
"I would like to say that yes, I am completely ready, but to be perfectly honest I am not. This is going to happen very fast, and there are a lot of things that could go wrong if we aren't careful. I have already called the Crimson Lions, and advised them to head our way tomorrow to take Garret into custody once he had been dealt with." They could not risk the slightest possibility of him escaping, after what the Golden Dawn's Captain and Vice Captain had discovered in their search. Cyrus had already resolved to confront the Elder about his crimes as soon as possible, but their rescue of Magdalene had only served to reinforce his determination to capture the sneaky noble. "Your concern is clear, Cyrus. But is this Garret really so powerful?" Asked the girl sitting at the desk; though she had heard the man's name in passing during her time training, all that she knew was that he was in contact with her father and that he was in control of the Elwood family.
Cyrus considered the question as he shook out his Golden Dawn mantle carefully, hanging it on a mannequin so it would be ready to grab in the morning. Normally, the sap wizard was never one to brag or boast about his power and abilities; while humble by nature already, any arrogance or supposed certainty that he had in his abilities had been vigorously beaten out of him over the years by both Lady Pesha, his first mentor in the ways of magic, as well as Zaven once the shadow magic user had taken to training him to become his successor. So he was always the first to express doubt when it came to his own abilities; caution and acceptance of ones flaws were paramount to surviving a life on the battlefield, as Pesha had told him long ago.
Still, despite that, Cyrus also knew for a fact that in terms of raw magical ability, he far eclipsed Garret's own by now. In fact, he had likely done so quite some time ago; as much as he prided himself on being the leader of their family, the Elder had never been especially capable even by their family's rather low standards. His particular brand of magic, thorn, was certainly imposing to behold, but it was far less impressive than half of the things Cyrus had experienced since entering the Magic Knights.
But it wasn't the power of the family's Elder that made the young man so concerned.
"Garret isn't powerful, no. Not compared to most of what I have faced, at any rate. But I refuse to underestimate his cunning; outside assistance or not, he has hidden his illegal dealings for more than a decade at the very least. He may not be some grand criminal mastermind scheming the downfall of Clover on his own, but he is intelligent enough to conceal his actions for far longer than I would have liked. I will take any precaution necessary to ensure that he does not escape justice."
Hama grinned at her partner's determination, while Magdalene simply tilted her head a bit for a moment before giving a slight nod. Cyrus looked back at the two as he approached the lone candle lighting his room. "You both get some rest. We have a very big day tomorrow, and I would hate to get a late start." He suggested as he snuffed the flame, bathing the room in darkness. He returned to his bed while Hama stowed herself away in his grimoire; he had offered to let Magdalene take the bed, but she insisted that she would be fine sleeping in his reading chair since she didn't want to insult one of her saviors by kicking him out of his own bed. And soon enough, all three had drifted off to sleep.
"He went that way, sir!"
Cyrus' eyes snapped open at the sound of someone shouting, and he immediately set to look around. Had the estate been attacked in the middle of the night? Actually, looking around, he realized that he wasn't in the estate at all. No bed, no books, and no Magdalene or Hama. On closer inspection, he wasn't even standing on the ground; he was floating high above it, the scenery around him rushing by as he seemed tethered to a shrouded figure running along the dank tunnel beneath him, travelling at the same rate as the man without any effort on his part. "What is this?" He wondered as he followed along the person below, not really having any sort of choice in the matter.
Eventually the tunnel opened up into a large cavern, burning sconces covering the chamber in an otherworldly glow. A lone figure stood in the center of the room, and Cyrus saw that both of their arms had been amputated at different spots; the left right at the wrist, and his right around elbow length. He wasn't wearing a shirt either, making the numerous scars and injuries that also decorated his body plainly visible. Despite his wounds and lack of hands, however, Cyrus could feel an oppressive aura pulsing off of him, like a twisted, irregular heartbeat. And his face... one eye was scarred over and milky white, while his mouth was curved into a nasty grin as he glared at the figure who had entered the cave. "I had a feeling that you would show up, hunter!" He said confidently as the other person stepped closer. The man spoke, and Cyrus' eyes widened as he recognized the voice. "Well, what can I say? When the Hooked Hand starts making a fuss in the Heart Kingdom, there's only one family of bounty hunters worth calling after all!" Spoke the man as he reached up, removing his hood and confirming to Cyrus what he had already expected.
It was Ostead, the mysterious man whom he had met recently in a vision while training with Zaven to master the spirit dive technique. He looked basically identical to how he had in that strange dream-like world, right down to how his messy blonde hair parted over his ears. Ostead had told Cyrus that day wouldn't be the last time that he would see him, but never did the sap wizard believe that he would see him in an actual dream. And why was this happening in the first place?
The name he had mentioned also piqued Cyrus' interest; he had never heard of the Hooked Hand before, and yet the name felt so... significant. Was he just not remembering hearing someone mention it? Or was there something more at play here?
Whatever the case may be, his words seemed to amuse the wounded man, who laughed. "Yes, I'm very aware. We've clashed more times than I can count... though to be fair, that's rather difficult now that you've taken both of my hands." He sneered; though he seemed almost jovial, the malice was practically pouring out of his mouth. Ostead seemed unbothered though, joining his apparently old foe in his laughter. "Yes, I must apologize for that. Sorry, but we Elwoods can get a little excited when a worthwhile prey steps into our net!"
Cyrus blinked, processing everything that he had just heard. We Elwoods? Ostead was an Elwood?! Well, that would explain some of the similarities in appearance, true enough. But what was this about them being a family of bounty hunters? He had never heard of such a thing in their history before. And the Heart Kingdom... so they were from the Heart Kingdom originally?
Cyrus shook the thoughts out of his head; while it was certainly plausible enough, he supposed, but this was just a dream, right? Lots of ridiculous things happened in dreams, so why should he take anything happening in this one seriously? It was probably just nerves about what was happening tomorrow.
... and yet...
The two wizards didn't waste any more time with their banter, both brandishing their grimoires; hands of crystal sprouted from the Hooked Hand mage's stumps so he could hold his tome, while Ostead summoned a mass of... sap?!
Okay, this was getting to be a little too coincidental.
The fight began, and Cyrus had never seen one quite like it. Crystals embedded themselves into the cavern's walls, waves of sap flooded the floor, it was pure chaos! Ostead was slowly gaining ground however, pushing his foe into a corner. But the man wasn't blind enough to miss that, and attempted to make a run for it. Ostead smiled as his grimoire glowed, and from its pages emerged... a spirit? And not just any spirit, either.
It was Hama!
"Seeker's Hunting Ground!" The bounty hunter called out as a huge wave of sap spread across the ground, sealing the chamber's only exits up and trapping his quarry. The man growled, any semblance of affability gone. And as he turned to shout, he was pierced by a spear of amber.
Hama snickered. "Any last words, Hooked Halfwit?" She asked. The cultist winced in pain, but his glare did not lessen. "Yes, I have some words. I curse you! I curse your family, Ostead Elwood! May your family be driven from this land by those who fill your pockets! May you be drawn to every misfortune imaginable! In the name of the great Aamon, I curse you and your kin to a life of pain and weakness until the day you shed your so-called noble skin!"
Cyrus sat up, suddenly awake at the last words of the cultist in his dream. Hama was already out of her grimoire, and looking at him with concern. He could tell by her gaze; she had witnessed the dream as well. Of course she had; they were connected, after all. He wanted to talk about it; to see what she thought about everything. But a glance out of his window told him that it would have to wait; now, it was time to capture a quarry of his own.
Garret would be returning to his private chambers after taking his morning walk around the grounds, Cyrus wagered. The old man was nothing if not a creature of habit. So he made his way there, careful not to attract any more attention than necessary. He had woken up Magdalene and sent her to her position for this endeavor; she was to wait outside, by the secret exit to the estate that Cyrus had first discovered when he caught the courier carrying messages between Garret and Rolin. No doubt Garret would try to flee, rather than come to blows with the black sheep of the Elwood family. So if he did manage to slip by Cyrus, Maggie would be there to stop him. She had insisted on taking a role in the plan.
Cyrus entered Garret's room without bothering to alert the man, but on stepping inside he saw that he wasn't there. He reached out with his mind to try and get a sense of where the man was, and found a familiar ki signature. It would seem there was a hidden passageway beneath Garret's desk, covered by a few panels of wood Cyrus easily pulled off. He nodded to Hama before slipping his way in, traveling down a tunnel that reminded him a great deal of the one Ostead had pursued the Hooked Hand down in his dream. The thought seemed to spur him to move faster, as he found his pace increasing quickly. Though his speed wasn't the only thing he would be taking inspiration from regarding the vision; the spell Ostead had used to trap his target had given Cyrus an idea for the final touches on a spell he had been conceptualizing.
A figure was visible as he entered a large, open room covered with documents and books. Cyrus trained his eyes on the familiar hunch of his family's elder, and spoke. "Garret Elwood, you are under arrest for crimes against Clover and her people!" He called out without hesitation, causing the man to practically jump in his surprise. Garret turned to face the brat shouting at him, and his face paled as he realized who exactly it was. "Cyrus! When did you... how did you... what are you talking about?!" He stuttered desperately as he frantically searched the room, likely looking for some sort of escape route. Cyrus only stepped forward, driving the other man back with each step. "Just as I said. I'm taking you into custody and escorting you to Balgon Prison until you tell us everything you know regarding Rolin Blake and the bunkers you have been giving him to use for his business!"
Garret froze at the mention of the name; if his face was pale before, now it was practically transparent. Clearly he was afraid of his associate, and likely far more so than he was of the young man standing before him.
Unfortunately for him, that was not the best judgement in this particular moment. Garret immediately cast a spell, sending a twisting mass of thorny vines at Cyrus, who stepped out of the way thanks to the distance between them. He could have cast a spell in retaliation, but looking at everything in this room, he wanted to avoid escalating the fight and damaging any potentially valuable information. He held up his own spellbook, and felt the mana within him churn and boil as he prepared to cast his newest spell for the first time. "Oh beast that claims life eternal by the sprouting of two heads from one, grant me your aid. Let your infinite necks be as walls of a labyrinth, in which beasts may wander for all eternity until I see fit. Give form to the maze of the monsters, so that none may escape my prison!"
The incantation seemed to coax more and more power from Cyrus' grimoire as its glow intensified, a large pool of sap forming beneath his feet. Garret was shaking now, clearly terrified, but finally managed to make his legs move as he ran in the direction of the hidden exit he had been using for years now... only to find a black-haired woman blocking his path. "Wh-who?!"
Before he could even finish his question, Cyrus was ready. "Lose yourself in the twisted paths of your crimes, Garret! DEAD HYDRA: AMBER ARRAY!" He shouted, and like a great dam bursting, so too did the sap at his feet.
The sap rushed across the floor of the large room at an astonishing pace, which was imposing enough on its own. But as the sap traveled outward, great walls of the substance rose to meet the ceiling, hardening into solid amber. Garret attempted to escape the flow of sap, but he found his magical power weakening as soon as he was within the confines of the spell. He weakly beat on the amber walls, but to no avail. He let out a desperate cry for help as he sunk to his knees, the sap below nearly swallowing him whole. Cyrus and Hama both observed his handiwork with the new technique, pleased with how well it had worked but also disgusted by the pathetic display of a man whose crimes had finally caught up to him. He glanced back at his Cider and nodded, sending it a mental command. The golem charged into the labyrinth of amber, able to pass through the walls as though they weren't even there since they were both spells of the Vice Captain. It came to hover above Garret, who shrunk away from the beast as though he were attempting to protect himself with the sap.
"Just like him to try and hide behind someone else's work." Cyrus mused bitterly. He stepped into the labyrinth, choosing to make his way through its winding paths the normal way. Garret could see his blurred form through the crystalline orange walls, always steady with his pace; the sap did nothing to hinder its master, and Cyrus knew instinctively which paths to take in order to make his way to his target. And reach him he did, placing a hand on Garret's shoulder and gripping it tightly. "By my authority as Vice Captain of the Golden Dawn, I hereby place you under arrest, Garret Elwood. And until a better candidate for our family's leadership comes along, I will be assuming control of the Elwood family." He informed the man, pulling him to his feet and pushing him forward so that they could make their way to the exit.
Once they had reached their destination, Cyrus looked back at the maze he had summoned and released the spell, allowing it to fade away as though it were never there. Magdalene gave him a small smile but glared at Garret, taking hold of him so that Cyrus could get the exit opened.
Once they were outside, they were met by a group of Magic Knights from the Crimson Lion squad. The man in front saluted Cyrus. "We are here as requested, Vice Captain Elwood! Is this the prisoner we are to be transporting to Balgon Prison?" He asked of the sap wizard, who nodded and told Magdalene to hand him over. A portal opened up behind the group of mages, allowing them to quickly make their way to the prison in question. Once the gate was closed, Magdalene looked at Cyrus curiously. "So Cyrus... now what will you do?" She asked, not having the foggiest of ideas regarding what to do after something like this.
Cyrus hummed thoughtfully, scratching his chin before nodding again. "First thing's first; let's get back inside and gather everyone up. They need to know what exactly is going on." He said, turning to make his way back to the estate's proper entrance after making sure that the hidden exit was closed and sealed.
The time for change was now.
[EXIT]
[attr="class,cyrusstats]Stats & Information
WC: 3114 | TWC: 3114
[attr="class,cyrusstats]
| Mana Skin | 24/24 |
| Health | 16/16 |
| Mana | 400/400 |
| Movement Speed | 05 |
| Damage Taken | 00 |
| Healing Recieved | 00 |
| Mana Used | 00 |
| Mana Regen | 00 |
[attr="class,cyrusstats]
Combat Notes
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Items On Hand
Magic Knight's Mantle
Spells Used
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Items On Hand
Magic Knight's Mantle
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[attr=class,cyrusstats]
| POW 51 | DUR 228 |
| CON 155 | SEN 01 |
| STA 131 | |
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