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Vigil

An enigmatic pilgrim from a distant city state.

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a character in “Abaranne's Cradle: Usurper”, as played by Chuckles

Description

Name: Vigil

Race: Cambiregeist

Age: 78, in the prime of his life.

Occupation: Pilgrim; "Pilgrims" seek out events, places, people, anything that seems to be on a path to making a great impact on the order of the world, especially that which may have a direct impact on Cambiregeist society. They are tasked with both recording events and intervening where the good of their home would be well served. As a pilgrim he has had much more contact with other races than most Cambiregeist do, as they tend to keep to themselves and their own well being.

Country of Origin: Delphi

Appearance:
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Vigil, like all Cambiregeist, is difficult to accurately describe. At first glance he could be mistaken for a human clad all in flowing robes with a tightly wrapped turban or knit cap on his head. His head though, is not human, it is spherical and shadowy; his face only two strangely triangular eyes with large round pupils, and a mouth. His height seems to vary where some might account him as 5'5" in one instance, others have seen a 7' figure. Even his cloak is difficult to describe, it is clasped below the neck with an oddly shaped stone, at a casual glance it looks much like the robes of a magician or professor with a large cowl folded around the neck, though clearly one from a foreign land. Except that the material seems to fall strangely, as though there were entire sections of it that refused to adhere to physics. His left hand is gloved, the right is rarely seen for the folds of cloak covering it, and there are boots upon his feet.

The Cambiresgeist "cloak" isn't actually a cloak at all, it is in fact an appendage. It is called a wing, though its use is more akin to a peacocks tail than an eagles wing, it is tough and acts as a natural protection from both weather and attack, it is comparable to good leather armor. Beneath it is an ethereal form, seemingly held together by the same material, as though loosely bandaged. amidst the bandages one can make out a sort of bio-energy coursing back and forth, like visible blood vessels or nervous system.

Personality:
Vigil finds "others" (non Cambiregeist) to be a curiosity and is often fascinated by them, be it appearance, traits, or habits. He does tend toward quiet, though he can get into spurts where he will talk quite a lot. He is not afraid to speak, and if his opinion is asked he will unabashedly give it, sometimes with unintended offence. He is more inclined to avoid battle, in which he relies on his magical ability, and is very slow to physical combat as a last resort.

In general he is like other Cambiregeist. Enigmatic, they watch, listen, and ponder, and while their thoughts wander they have a tendency to speak out of order, semi-prophetically, or simply out of context, which has lead to them being known as a cryptic race. They have a natural tendency to order their world, as they have a deep rooted belief that all things have an essential place in the order of the world as a whole. This is not to say they find themselves atop that order, each Cambiregeist orders his own world according to himself, and then the greater world around him.


Gear:
He does carry a simple looking but very well crafted sword, which hangs vertically upon his left hip though he often carries it casually by the scabbard. This, along with the stone clasp, make up the entirety of his personal belongings.

Skills/abilities:
Despite his seeming refusal to use physical combat, Vigil is actually highly trained and skilled at sword play.

"Paragon"- this is technically not an "ability" so much as it is a shedding of all pretense for a Cambiregeist. This is the form they take when they unfold their 'wing' and reveal a full, animalistic, form. This is a natural mechanism, similar to a cobra fanning its hood or a dogs hackels rising before a fight. A Cambiregeist in Paragon is not to be taken lightly, as they begin to lose "civilized" control over their natural magical and physical ability, as well as their natural fight or flight tendencies. While this makes them ferocious in battle, it is very dangerous as they quickly lose their sense of danger and can become snared into pseudo-suicide if they are faced with an impossible opponent after being n this state for to long.

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Magic:
Cambiregeist are magical creatures, and by that nature they are highly adept magic users. Vigil tends toward non elemental magic, though he has studied all of the elements of which he is most proficient in water and ice magic.

History: Vigil comes from the city state Delphi, one of several such Cambiregeist settlements, and is not a citizen of Mordania. He spent most of his younger years schooling, learning the art of the sword and studying elemental magic, along with the wealth of knowledge held in the Libraria of Delphi. His natural tendency for curiosity towards "others" lead him towards becoming a pilgrim. He has wandered the world for many years, he has seen petty kings rise and fall, some even influenced by his own actions in small ways. When he originally set out towards Mordania it was not the Exalted that drew him, but the notion of mutual equality, he was interested to see what could be learned from such a society, though many of his colleges thought it foolish and of little importance. Once the Exalted came into power and the rumors on the road turned darker he was sure that what ever was happening in that country was going to change the order of things. He felt deep in the pit of his being that the events that had transpired demanded his attention, as there seems to him to be little way they would not eventually take a direct effect on his home.

So begins...

Vigil's Story

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The flicker of a candle was reflected down a small alley, no doubt the service access for some three or four shops that faced the street running parallel to it, a haphazardly stacked pile of crates and a less carefully stacked large sack of what was probably rubbish, a rat or two, but nothing else.

The patrolman nodded to his comrade and they continued on their rounds, the flicker of the lanterns candle chased after them as though it was afraid of being left behind in the ally, and all was dark.

But there was not nothing...



The cowl covering Vigil's face pulled back to reveal two triangular slits against a shadow. the "sack" shifted and moved as he attempted to make himself more comfortable for the night. It wasn't the most uncomfortable of sleeping arrangements he had ever endured, but the constant threat that a patrol might decide to wander down the ally and take a closer look at that sack was less than comforting. He had managed to slip into the town just before the gates were closed but by the time he found any kind of inn or tavern the doors were all locked and windows all closed up. No one was willing to risk their business or their lives on account of a wandering stranger, not to speak of the legends that a strange shadowy figure in unnerving robes preceded the stuff of stories, both of the adventurous and horrible persuasion. The less of all that the better for business owners in this little town.

Vigil had heard the rumors of course, the stories of the overthrow of the crown, the Exalted, the curfews and oppressive laws. They had become the reason for his travels. When he had first set out it was curiosity of what seemed like a wonderful ideal, but news had traveled slowly to him from where his journey had started, far off across the world, the Exalted had already been in power for some time when he set out. As the news he received on the road turned slowly worse, the closer he got the quicker and fresher information came to him, he found his curiosity turn from that of wonderful ideal, to terrible events. How could a place take such a turn, seemingly, so quickly? It was a sign that something was brewing in Mordania, and he began to feel that it could change the balance of existence. His course was ever towards Stulhelm.

He was close now, having avoided the curfew by avoiding most towns at night, content to sleep in the woods and cover of the fields, but as he drew closer to the more populated area around the capital it became clear he would have to begin spending his nights within city walls, he wouldn't be able to escape the curfew by fleeing the city every night once he arrived. He had decided to use the next couple of towns to glean what he could about the state of things, and get a feel for how he could best blend into the common crowds. This would be his last night before reaching Stulhelm, he was almost glad that he had arrived so late, he had yet to actually brave the curfew in the street. He had taken the opportunity to his advantage and had spent some time assessing just how difficult it would be to move about at night if he needed to, not exceedingly hard for a Cambiregeist given their natural quietness it turned out. And so he had picked a spot, out of the way but in plain sight, covered himself about with his wing and taken to rest, before the patrol coming by had stirred him.

The cowl slipped back down over his eyes and he allowed himself to sleep. It would be day break in a few hours and he knew that what was well hidden in darkness may be well in view in the light...

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Vigil's eyes shot open.

The ally was still dark, the stars still bright, but he could tell the dawn was not far off. It was not however the dawn that had awakened him, it was the sound of a patrol. Someone was coming from the other end of the alley. He carefully looked around, measuring his options. He could cover himself and remain still, hoping the patrol didn't get to interested in the 'garbage' behind a shop, or he could try to sneak off before they got closer.

"...No, he said there was a stack of crates and a sack, but the cobbler never gets shipment in sacks; and he's got that boy to take out the trash before curfew every night..." Vigil could hear one of the patrolmen speaking, "Honestly, if you took time to know any of the locals you would know that. Could be resistance drop." They were definitely referring to him. "You know there's a bonus for us if we find and quell any resistance activity. Would be almost a shame, I'd have to find a new cobbler, he fixed my boots once you know, better than new."

Vigil rose quietly behind the cover of the crates, he didn't expect he would be able to go unnoticed strait ahead, so he turned his attention to the stack. If they could have seen him the patrolmen would have seen the shape before them seemingly grow taller, a foot or more, before reaching a hand up to the space between two crates and pulling himself easily up. Vigil hung there for a moment, trying to listen for the footsteps of the patrol to gauge when they would round the corner, so as not to lift himself up while they could still see the top of the crates.

"Bloody, what ever it is it's gone."

"Maybe there never was a sack, he did say he saw from the street, for all we know they had been hitting the grog before their rounds. A shame, could you imagine if we did stumble upon a resistance scheme that they had let slip?"

"Aye, I'm starting to think nothing so interesting could ever come about in this little place. Should we report back?"

"Why not, if it is something we'll get the credit for actually taking time to look. If not it'll teach them to make their rounds drunk..."

The guards wandered away to continue their rounds with Vigil crouched in the shadows above. There was no reason to return to his hiding place now, the sun would be up and he needed to find a better place to avoid being seen until the crowds came out. He lowered himself back into the alley and slipped carefully in the opposite direction of the patrol had gone. Making his way slowly through the town streets and alleys, trying to find a better place to hide. He carefully slipped by one guard and another patrol, then he saw what could be a good place. As he made his way around a building and down a side alley he heard the soft creak of a door which drew his attention, and then he felt something.

It was, strange, he was suddenly sure that he was near someone who would change the order of the world, he found himself wandering down the alley less cautiously, and was surprised to see a man cross before him, though he was still far enough away as to not be noticed. Clearly this man, who looked so very ordinary, who wouldn't even be mistaken for a guard, was much more in the order of things. The man disappeared, off to some unknown destination, and the pulse in Vigil's mind slowly faded, but it was too late, the unexpectedness with which the scene had unfolded had pulled him out of the present surroundings and he found himself standing at the edge of the alley staring off towards where the man had gone.

"The hell?" He heard a guard, "Hey, you just looking to get arrested then?" a strong hand wrapped around one of Vigil's arms, ripping him back into reality and reminding him of the curfew, the exalted, everything. "Uh, no, I'm sorry sir, I am but a vagabond sir, from a distant city. I was unaware..." Another hand wrapped around his free arm as two more guards surrounded him. "We'll see about that." the first, largest guard said, turning to one of his companions. "May as well go fetch him, he's not more than a block off by now, tell him we've got... a "vagabond"..."

Vigil was firmly ushered into the building as the third guard went off. They searched him, finding an unextraordinary sword of solid construction, a change purse, and nothing else, not uncommon for a traveler they had to admit, but it wouldn't hurt to let Mercy have a look.

Another guard entered, and upon seeing the cloaked figure sitting behind the table with his hands chained he let out an audible sigh, Vigil recognized him as one of the guards that had not investigated him further just a short time before...

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Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Reinhardt Arthur Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais Character Portrait: Rak'ran Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine
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Nigel's eyes widened for a moment, he seemed somewhat bothered by something Godafray had said, but he decided to keep it to himself. "Yeah... that would be the ideal outcome, then we can reestablish the old laws, and be done with being locked in one's own houses." He said, a hint of hesitation within his voice. He looked down at his hands then took a breath, prepared to say something else, but is suddenly cut off by the new arrivals.

He gets up, seemingly cheerful all of a sudden, in part because he's getting distracted from some worrisome thoughts. He holds out a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "Oh, it is no issue, what matters is that you were uncaught and unharmed getting here, anyways, I bid you welcome."

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The man who was dressed as a ragged commoner stepped in, permeating the entire room an unusual sense at his presence. It was the human Exalted, Mercy, who had once worked under the crown, a turncoat when the Exalted took over. He casually pulls over a chair and sits in front of Vigil and crosses his leg and rests his head on his arm, staring at him, his eyes look exhausted, a blue upon black. He then takes his hand and rubs his chin then waves a finger. "You are definitely Cambiregeist, aren't you, my friend? Long way from home I'd say, a spy perchance?" He is fairly softly spoken, his tone is calm but probing somewhat, as if he's testing Vigil. He then casts a knowing grin. "Or perhaps curiosity simply took your feet?"

"A... what? Him? But I expected something more..." One of the patrolmen stammers only to be cut off as Mercy raises a hand, signaling him to say nothing more.

Mercy shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "Whatsoever the case may be, whether you know of current matters or not, I hope you take no ill will that you will be detained for a while." He makes a motion to the guards to take him. "And please do not make this more traumatic than it needs to be, and equally I hope they will not give you a hard time." He glances over at the guards, being sure they understand he's serious.

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The murmurs spread around for a moment before the man raised his hand. Most people had never actually seen a Cambiregeist, they may have heard stories, if you spent enough time in a pub or brothel you were sure to stumble upon someone who knew someone who had seen a Cambiregeist, but few people could actually claim to having seen one themselves. For the most part they kept to themselves with the exception of Pilgrims. Even so, Mordania wasn't a close neighbor of any Cambiregeist settlements.

"... a spy perchance?"

Vigil's face was expressionless, this was certainly the man he had seen in the street, though he was not nearly as taken off guard as he had been then. He was unsure why anyone would think he was a spy, as wild as stories became, usually they erred towards Cambiregeist being individual specters who preceding great misadventures or turmoil. More often than not people would be surprised to know there were enough of them to have any settlements at all. Those who knew of the Cambiregeist often knew them as secluded and uninterested in getting entwined with other nations on a political level. So this accusation, or suggestion, that he may be a spy, from a man who clearly knew something of Cambiregeist, was unforeseen at best.

"I am a pilgrim, I seek only knowledge and to record events, I am no spy. What information I gather has been gathered openly, and has been freely presented to me." It could have been debated that Vigil's use of "freely presented" and many others differed to varying degrees. But This is all he chose to say at the present time. He did not see a peaceable way to avoid being detained, and until he better knew the situation he was still unwilling to have a confrontation. He looked at the man before him with an almost dead expression, simply waiting for what ever happened next.

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Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Reinhardt Arthur Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais Character Portrait: Rak'ran Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine
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As the meeting went on, Godefray noticed the new arrivals and decided to greet them with a bow. "Nice of you two to join us, so please get comfy for we have some good news that you should know." He greeted them before continuing. "What our friend, Nigel has discovered, it seems he has found out how people become an Exalted. So far we understand that Gabrielle does indeed turn people into Exalted but not with some special magic, Nigel has discovered that her blood is the means for people to turn into Exalted. Now actually eliminating Gabrielle is out of the question, but it seems that vials of her blood are kept inside the dungeons of towns, they are even unguarded most of the time. But you might be thinking "Well so what, they can always get more blood right?" That is true, but she is a godess and gathering more blood from her seems to be the last thing on our enemies mind. With all the information we have discovered so far, I propose this." Godefray raised his fist in the air.

"I propose we assault one of these dungeons and steal these vials of blood, then we send word to other members of the resistance and tell them to do the same. Once we have these vials, we can use it as our ace in the hole and force our enemy into our hands! If anyone has any other plans I am all ears but this is our best plan so far and Nigel does not have much time since he was chosen to become the next Exalted. We can also rescue any prisoners captured by the Exalted and have more members with us. So, any questions? Or any alternate plans?" Godefray finished speaking.

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Nigel listened to Reinhardt's concerns, and it raced through his head. Could it be that he had become the unwitting accomplice in a trap set for them? Worries swim through his head once more, that he had been discovered, that he missed a step, that they planned the whole selection as a ploy to make him act, that all this time he's been allowed freedom was just for this. He turns pale and his face turns blank. He begins running a series of scenarios in his head. If Reinhardt were right, he would become a traitor, whether he intended to or not, and worse he'd be risking the people who trusted him, that had become comrades... friends. This is why he feared a leadership role.

"I... I..." He stutters, adjusting the collar of his suit. He remembered that the one, Balor, had always had their eye on him. But they couldn't know he's been a double agent for the resistance, they spend most of their time sleeping. "I've seen it myself, though, but... it is a strange place to break into, I admit... I mean breaking into a prison... i-is absurd... but... well, we must interfere with their supply as well."

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Mercy holds up a hand for the men to halt their actions. He looks down with a frown holding his head, running a hand across his hair and scratching the back of his head. He seems conflicted, uncertain at this point on what to do. This uncertainty is, however, brief, as a sudden jarring motion runs across his body.

Mercy looks into Vigil's eyes and leans back with a sigh. "To be perfectly honest, I believe you. You went without resistance, you could have used any number of traits your race has to escape. You don't seem like a bad person, maybe a tad disconnected is all, but that could just be a... racial trait for all I know." He admits earnestly, his tone growing weary. "But that doesn't change certain facts about what has been foretold. Whether I believe you or not... I am to do as I must to protect this land, to protect her."

He turns his back and looks over at the guards signaling them to take Vigil away and they react immediately to take him away. "Honestly, perhaps this is an opportune twist of fate," he mumbles. "You'll be closer to more things of curiosity." With that the men begin to take him out to the dungeon.

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Character Portrait: Godefray Hamonet Character Portrait: Reinhardt Arthur Character Portrait: Helena Von Wintherheim Character Portrait: Rina Verrais Character Portrait: Rak'ran Character Portrait: Vigil Character Portrait: Nigel Mordaine
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With the mention that the dungeon could be a trap, Godefray turned to Reinhardt before speaking. "You are right to think that this could be a possible trap, and even I thought that the information could be some type of trap. But we have to have to take the chance, if the information we had gathered is true then we have to take the risk, trap or no trap. It is our duty to beat the Exalted and I will not let a simple trap be the end of us. So even if this is a trap we will take down every single Exalted that jumps us, come out alive and show them that we are going to free the land from their control." He spoke with a large amount of vigor behind his words.

"So whatever the case, I still call it a win-win situation for us. We either eliminate the Exalted that was part of the trap or obtain vials of blood capable of giving us some sort of leverage on them. Of course I have full hope that it is not a trap and that the vials of blood are indeed hidden inside the dungeons. But thanks for speaking up Reinhardt, the ability to sense wenether something is amiss or not will be very helpful for you, especially for when you will become captain one day." Godray finsihed and gave and affirming nod that he was still dedicated on raiding the dungeon.

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Nigel nods his head. "Right then, we are to disembark immediately." He heads to the doorway, signaling the barkeep to close up behind them and looks out for a patrol. It looks clear, oddly enough, a strange feeling comes across him. To his knowledge there should have been a patrol just passing here. Something must have happened, gotten their attention elsewhere. Regardless, he looks back to the others to move forward and heads out into the streets carefully, an eye towards the Mordaine castle.

"Where is the patrols," he mutters, looking nervous. The streets were silent, when not long ago did they echo with footsteps. He slips up by the main gate and peeks in through the bars. He noticed something occurring near the royal dungeons causing a pause. Several guards were escorting a prisoner. Some of the younger recruits kept some distance looking reluctant to get closer as the rest take Vigil into the dungeon where he is most likely put into incarceration.

Nigel signals the others to get by the wall and wait. After a moment the soldiers exit and much of them disperse for their patrols. "That was... strange," he comments looking to the others. "Whoever that was, they really had them rattled." With that he moves some bushes and opens a latch under the gate wall revealing a dark hidden passageway, likely intended for evacuation in case of invaders, not that it was any good when it actually happened.

"Never thought I'd use this to sneak into that place," he mutters, creating a small fire in his hand for light as he heads in front.

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As Godefray finished gathering his team, he and everyone else letf the bar and onto the dark streets outside. What struck him as strange was the absence of the patrols, normally they would be hearing the footsteps of the Exalted guards but all they heard was the unnatural silence. He had decided that they must have rounded up some poor sap who broke curfew and decided to keep moving towards the dungeon.

Soon they arrived near the dungeon and noticed several guards escorting a prisoner. He or she must have been the cause for the guards absence, but knowing that the dungeon they were about to assault had a prisoner he wanted to save that person. "Alright, if you guys can try to save that person they just incarcerated. Another possible recruit is always welcome, or if they decide not to join at least we saved someone from the clutches from the Exalted." He chuckled a bit as he took position in the shadows of an alleyway, they were the backup team and they were going to assist in case the infiltration team got into trouble.

"Alright...Have to remember that this is a combat operation. Not a leisurely stroll through the woods to find a supply route." He told himself as he waited for a signal.

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Looks up from where he has been chained to the wall in the city dungeon ever since he was captured while escorting a wagon train of illicit goods bound for the city of Stulhelm. Cursing the Day he was exiled from his home land and forced into becoming a common mercenary.

Through the bars of his cell he can see another prisoners being brought into the dungeon who the the guards very wary of almost as if their afraid of him.

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Vigil had been somewhat surprised at his last few hours. They had kept him in a small cell where he had been caught, not in the towns proper jail, this was tucked away in the patrol barracks. Nobody spoke to him, though they did bring him food twice, which he was content enough to eat. It wasn't horrible, it certainly wasn't what one might call good, but he had been treated worse all things considered. What he found most strange is that he was kept all through the day in the cell, but when the curfew was put into effect they came for him.

"Alright then, time for a ride." The guard had growled, they lifted Vigil to his feet, though he didn't resist, and covered him with a brown cloak, then led him quickly to a small side entrance of the town where a small closed wagon was waiting with a seal similar to that which he saw on the patrols uniforms, though slightly different. He was loaded into the wagon with the doors firmly locked behind him, and then they set off.

Glimpses of moonlight would sneak into the compartment occasionally, but that was all he could see. The wheels creaked softly, the horses hooves continued in a steady clop clop clop, but no one spoke. Even when they stopped and he could hear a gate being opened he never heard a command given, but he assumed he had been brought to Stulhelm, though he could not understand why they had chosen this time transfer him.

Eventually the ride was over, the door was unlocked, and he was led directly into a building. Down the stairs they went, winding deeper and deeper into some fortress or tower, he hadn't the chance to even look up at the building, but it was clear as they progressed that the dungeon was his final destination.

Finally they arrived, the night watchman unbarred the door to let them in. At this point everyone spoke in hushed tones.

"...Mercy had him transferred specifically."

"What is he...never seen..."

"...in the middle of the night?"

"Well you tell him no next time..."

Finally the guards all turned and looked at Vigil, who had been standing expressionless in the middle of the room. He could see that they were nervous, this was apparently not a common occurrence for them and the secrecy with which he had been transferred was clearly increasing their uneasiness about not even being sure what Vigil was. Some of them had fanciful ideas, many of the same he had heard countless times before involving Cambiregeist, some of them were even true.

Finally the night watchman plucked up his nerve and lead the way towards the cells. Vigil noted a dwarf in one of the cells, his black shadow of a face turned to the short creature and nodded ever so slightly, but he said nothing. A door was opened, a door was clanged shut, and finally Vigil was in his cell. The guards hurried back to their posts or their beds, glad to be done with this new prisoner.

Vigil turned his attention towards the dwarf, "I am called Vigil." He said in a matter of fact tone, thinking for a moment, but unsure of anything else to say, so he didn't say anything, he simply let himself slide down the cold stone wall of the back of his cell and stared ahead, lost in thought.

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Bolin listened carefully to the guards leaving to make sure they were out of earshot. "Greetings Master Vigil, I am Bolin, I believe our hosts have returned to the Guardroom so we should not be overheard.

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For a long minute Vigil did not respond. He had heard the dwarf of course, but he continued to stare ahead from his place on the floor. He was going over what he knew of the story so far, the man called "Mercy", the strange carriage, the secret transfer, he had experienced the curfew, the caution in people eyes, the hesitation of the common folk to seem discontented. He was trying to fit it all together, decide what was greater and what was lesser, but he felt there was a vast void in his list, many things and many people needed to be ordered here, he had seen those near the bottom, and those near the top, but he knew there was much more.

"You are not in the order here. You are, like me, from the outside world, from other lands." Vigil did not turn to look at the dwarf, he simply spoke. "Perhaps," he paused for longer than was comfortable, "You may yet belong in this order of things. Yes, the guards will not hear, they fear me for they do not know what I am or why I was brought here at such a strange hour. They will not hear."

He was beginning to speak out of order, a habit of the Cambiregeist when they begin to ponder many things at once.

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#, as written by Bolin
"You are right I am not from these lands my home is in the Mountains far to the north" looking at Vigil. "i have traveled this world for many years and have never came across anyone like you"

Taking moment to the think back the only thing i can think of that comes close to describing you is the old legends which speak of the Watchers. Blurts out. "But it can not be though it is centuries since they were last scene or heard of."

"Tell me Vigil where do you come from?

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Nigel proceeds through the hidden passage, his flame shimmering off the moisture that had accumulated on the stony walls. He steps lightly through the narrow passage hoping not to alert any guards that may be nearby. At the end was a handle to a door connecting into the royal prison, hidden seamlessly into the wall. He leans up against the door, listening in for any movement, hearing instead the conversation between the two prisoners. He held a hand out for the others to halt, cracking the door enough to look within.

Slowly he pushes the door open, putting out his flame and quietly stepping within seeing that the dungeon, for now at least, is clear. He motions for the infiltration team to follow motioning to a rather ornate metal box engraved with the crest of the First Mother, the goddess of creation. He steps over to the two prisoners. He then place his right arm to his chest and bows.

"I am Nigel Mordaine, and this was my family's kingdom, apologies for the less-than-warm welcome," he says as if it were his fault that any of this happened. "Admittedly, a rescue wasn't in the original plan, but this is hardly the first impression I want my country to have upon newcomers."

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#, as written by Bolin
Bolin was looking Directly at the door as Nigel stepped through it. Looking at the Prince he could tell he was somewhat uncomfortable being the center of attention.

"I am Bolin Thorinson and there is no need to apologize my Lord this is not my first visit to you country, I have unfortunately spent time in worse surrounding that here. Looking past the Prince their is no need for the ladies to hide behind you the Guards have retreated to the upper floors in fear of their other guest" as he nodded to wards Vigel, though next time they plan to take part in a secret mission they should not wear so much perfume."

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Vigil saw the dwarf making connections to some fabled thing from the past, perhaps one of the many stories that had grown out of someone's experience with a cambiregeist, perhaps something altogether different. He made no attempt to pry into that connection, while seeing a cambiregeist might be unusual to most people, seeing people reactions to them was not unusual to a pilgrim.

"Many places, and no places." Vigil replied when Bolin asked where he came from. It was a natural tendency of his kind to avoid letting someone know where they came from. Their society existed in almost a shadow, it's greatest protection was that it was for the most part unknown. Their city states were small and spread across the world, in out of the way places where few people think to look. They interacted with some nations, made small trade with locals, but for the most part they were entirely self sufficient and less than willing to change that. Pilgrims were different in the sense that they were curious of the outside, others intrigued them, but they were still cautious about letting people in, even so much as giving the name of a city state was rare.

The moment didn't have time to become awkward as the door opened, and to Vigil's surprise a man walked in who was clearly not a guard, with a few others behind him. Vigil knew right away that this man was important, a feeling confirmed when he heard the name "Mordaine."

"The crown protests." Vigil turned to look at the man, his eyes soft, almost round. He had spent some time contemplating his situation, until now he could not be sure of the validity of his captors claims, but here standing before him was the heir to the throne. "The crown protests, the one who sits on the thrown has no authority, only power. The great order of the world strives to correct itself." Finally Vigil stood and approached the bars.

"I am called Vigil, a pilgrim from far off lands."

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Nigel looks to Bolin wide eyed cracking an awkward chuckle, hoping the scent was actually them and not some lingering fragrance the Exalted has forced him to wear. "Eheh, well... you can actually smell it from in there?"

Nigel listens to Vigil, creating a flame in his right palm and condenses it down, slipping it into the lock of each door, causing them to explode within with a sharp muffled sound. He grabs the door each time to dampen the sound resonating through the bars then slowly opens the doors.

"Of course I protest, and the one who sits on the throne now lacks both the softness of my father, nor the fairness of my mother, such an intense and unforgiving creature, but the other... well..." as he says this he pauses then motions for them to go towards the escape tunnel. "We can discuss it in more detail when we are in a good position to do so."

He then walks over to the ornate box, sitting amidst some supplies taking a moment to shake off an odd feeling before taking it into his arms. Reinhardt's words echoed back to him, it was too convenient despite all his reasoning earlier. He also had wanted to do more, but knew it was impossible to help his father and mother at this juncture. He shakes the feeling off and heads back to the tunnel.

"We'll take you two back to our... headquarters, if it can be referred to as such," he says looking to Bolin and Vigil. "From there... you can decide what you intend to do from then on out, even help an escape from this land if desired." He then lights a flame in his hand, gripping at his bow as he heads back into the damp tunnel.

"To think I'd use this to break in and break out of my own home..."

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#, as written by Byte
The dungeon seemed to only have two prisoners of note, one dwarf and the other being a strange, humanoid-looking creature of some description. Elsewhere in the room was an ornate box, presumably containing the oh so sacred blood of the leader of the Exalted. Why the guards hadn't thought to keep the damn thing under lock and key in a safe was beyond Rina. The dwarf's assumption didn't fail to set her off though.

"For gods sakes, we aren't wearing perfume! Why would we, out here like this?" she hissed angrily, clutching her staff. "Hmph. I suppose anything would smell like perfume to something that lived in a dank cave."

There was a split second of agreement before Helena realised her companion might just be ready to whack a tiny person even tinier, never really did had a sense of tact when agitated and it was at times like this the ladyknight would've liked Rina to act professionally instead of a spoiled brat (though she had to supress an inward chuckle at the girl's remark).

And so with something of a repressed sigh, Helena took a step forward, giving both the dwarf-lad and Rina a disapproving look; her hand gently resting on her companion's shoulder for a moment, making sure she wouldn't go into a fit. Surprisingly, she managed to calm down, simply contenting herself with a death glare aimed at the dwarf.

With the box containing the vial of blood in their possession, the party was ready to return to the pub cellar they had crawled out from. Before that, though, Prince Nigel seemed intent on freeing the prisoners in the hope that they would join the rebel cause.

"Wait a minute," said Rina. "We don't know what crimes these two were locked up for. For all we know, they could either be loyal to the crown or deranged psychopaths. Or anywhere inbetween."

From the look of things, Rina's comment seemed somewhat unjustified. Sure the cloaked guy seemed a bit shady, albeit friendly and reasonable. The dwarf obviously hadn't made good impressions with Rina, but beyond that he didn't seem to be a threat either. An expectant look darted to the would-be prince, if anyone was in the position to decide the fate of these prisoners it'd be him. Plus, the enemy of your enemy is your friend was a philosophy Helena held quite close to heart. If they proved useful...

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#, as written by Bolin
"Yes my Lord i have grown accustomed to the smell of this place in my imprisonment"

Speaking then to Rina. "You are right to be cautious My Lady I am chained up like this because i killed six soldiers before i was captured when the convoy I was helping to escort was ambushed and i apologies for assuming the perfume can from you and your companion.

"I will gladly follow out of here if you release me although i will insist on retrieving by belongs from the from the guardroom nest door."

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Vigil turned to address the two women at the door. "If it will ease your minds, I was arrested breaking curfew in my travels, I am here now because of what I am, though I know not why it is of interest to those who sit in power." Assuming this was satisfactory he turned his attention back to Bolin and nodded his agreement, the guards still had his sword and it was dear to him. He would need to retrieve it before leaving.

He approached the door to the guardroom and placed his hands on it, listening carefully. He focused on the wood, the grain, listening intently, the deeper he focused the closer he got to the other side until he could hear the very sounds hitting the other side of the door through it. There was a soft steady breathing, one guard, but nothing else. He pushed to door open slowly, the room was dark, with a single candle burning. He could see the guard sitting at a desk, head slouched over. Against the wall beyond him was a large locker, Vigil thought it seemed the perfect place for storing prisoners goods. He walked toward the guard, unnervingly quietly, and looked about for a key, which he finally found on a chain clasped to the mans side. Carefully he moved his hand down to pull the set of keys from the man.

A groan, a shuffle. The mans eyes opened.

Vigil's right hand shot up and covered the mans mouth before he could speak. There was a faint soft glow about it that pulsed calmly. "Rest, sleep. Forget me to your dreams." The mans eyes drooped, and finally closed. He would not wake for some time.

"Bolin, come, I believe I have found your belongings." Vigil called softly as he took the key and unlocked the box. There atop various other items was his sword, in almost every way it looked unremarkable, but Cambiregeist forges made anything but unremarkable steel. He picked up the weapon gingerly, running his hands down the sheath for a moment before turning toward the door.

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Bolin followed Vigil as quietly as he could, carefully he lifted his armor, slipping it over his head and tolling his shoulders to make sure it settled before putting on his belt and placing five of his six Axes in the loops of his belt and quickly stuffed the rest of his equipment into his enchanted pack, quickly checking that he had collected everything of his he placed his pack on floor, placing his helm on top before locking the locker and replacing the the guards keys on his belt he placed his helm on his head hefted his pack on his back before finally picking up his Battle Axe and rejoined the others carefully and quietly closing the door behind him.

"I am ready to leave now though i suggest you lock both of our cells again my Lord, it will confused the guards and may also save them from harsher punishments if they find our cells are locked when the come to check on us.

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Nigel watches Vigil's skill and delicate tact in retrieving Bolin's gear, then tranquilizing the guard with minimal drama. To say he was impressed would be an understatement, he was in jaw-dropping awe. It reminded him some of Mercy's talents to disable an opponent, but it was far more subtle than that, requiring no strike but a mere touch. "You have some interesting magic, Vigil, like a phantom or shadow," he says finally, tempted to ask for training. He then turns his head, hearing Bolin speak about locking back the doors for the sake of the guards. He figured they'd know either way, and are not seen to punish their recruits either way. He proceeds to close the doors anyways, requiring little effort. "Let us head onward then... we seem all prepared now."

With this he continues onward into the tunnel, still pondering over if this was too easy, or if they were too skilled. When he comes out, he looks out to where the backup team had remained, but something walked in front, standing there in the way was a familiar figure. It was Mercy, soon surrounded by soldiers ready to jump in. He holds up and arm and motions for them to space out, and despite their confusion, they comply. He looks out at Nigel then back to where the backup team was hidden and lets out an audible sigh.

"So you really have betrayed us, Nigel," he says, a clear tone of disappointment in his voice as he stares right at Nigel. "Or rather, you were never one of us to begin with."

Nigel was frozen in place for a moment, it took a moment to grasp the situation. It was a trap, but not by the entire Exalted, only Mercy, he was wanting to isolate the resistance himself, to try to stop them himself, it was... how he was even before the indoctrination as an Exalted. He liked to diffuse situations. "Erich, you saw what they did when they came here, the destruction and the takeover... does-"

"I give you all a chance to surrender, I don't want to use force but I will if necessary," Mercy says, wiping his forehead. "I promise you will be treated fairly."

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Bolin listens to Mercy speak as he get rest of his armor out of his pack and finishes dressing himself for battle and makes sure he has his Flash-flames and smoke bombs in the pouches on his belt before putting his pack on his back.

Slowly making his way forward till he is beside Nigel, so he can ask him what he plans to do now they have been caught.

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As Balor leads Jonathan to the main royal gates, Nigel feels that burning sensation again, turning his head slowly to catch a glimpse of her. She was not in a form familiar to him, but she felt the same as the monster he had been near for a time now. His mouth goes agape, reaching for his bow, arming it and taking aim. His hands trembling. She pauses and casts a glance to him. "You... you knew all along, didn't you," Nigel growls, his tone both frightened and agitated, a feeling of being played this entire time washes over him. In a moment he struggles, hesitant, part of him not desiring to hate the tyrant, but another wanting to erase her from the throne no matter the cost.

"Mind... them not... they are... noth-ing," Balor says to Jonathan, a tone cold and dispassionate. She then looks to Vigil, causing a twitch in her expression, as if she were shocked for a moment before heading forward into the castle gates. "So it begins..."

Nigel held frozen with his bow, his skin bleached, as if he's seen death. Mercy sees this and charges him, and in like a blink, disarms him and shoves him back to the others. "Make this easier for yourselves and just surrender."

The prince has been thrown into a loop, this had gone wrong and he knew it. He had hoped not to fight but the situation was providing little other options. He snapped a spark into the air, signaling that it went awry.