09-22-2015, 11:31 PM
“This job couldn’t pay a well trained guard or capable Prime enough money to stay here underground all day and keep watch. That is the folly that freed your prisoner, and a bandit’s folly at that. By keeping him prisoner, a secret from the town, you unknowingly robbed them of their right to know, and their lives should someone free him. It is for this reason, that I dare to.” Caira turned her attention to Merik, his eyes eager to escape the cage, and his movement restless as he was perched on the top of a chair, his neck remained in the noose and his body encompassed in a hateful blend of bewitched rope.
“Merik, I don’t have to trust you to free you. The incentive of the ultimate treasure is enough for me because I plan to use you as a guide. But, know a claim such as that, isn’t the reason I would believe you on a desperate whim, which in this case you would be expected in a man of your current... Position. To lie. I think you’ll have something more to offer later.”
“Curse you!” the East Gate Guard said as his golden chains jingled with his movement against the silver bars.
“Come now, come now, I’m saving lives.” Caira said with such certainty, even Merik believed her actions had pure motives.
Caira put the secondaries in the jail and and the exchanged Merik walked out with the biggest smile, despite his movement impeded by rope and chain remaining around his wrists. The male offered a hateful sneer at the weakling secondaries. His triumphant silence was the most searing and painful words he could have flaunted.
Before the pair departed form the sandy cave, she nodded and voiced her observation. “So that is the case. Someone must be in the jail at all times..” She said quieter, “Just as Atlas held the boulder.” The perfect detainment system for a secret jail, no one who knew of it, would ever be willing to free him on his own life, and no one could plan ahead to capture anyone to put in their place because it was a secret. The ratio of prisoners that needed to be held in the cell, Caira didn’t know, and it was just convenient of the East Gate guard to arrive on time, was a proportion of people that must be within the bars were that of two secondaries (there was always only one guard on duty) or one prime.
Merik, bound by cursed black ropes, was happy to stretch his legs and flex his tense muscles. Caira had no way of knowing he remained standing on that four legged chair for ten years. Caira and him exchanged a glance, their eyes met, hers offered an intimidation factor that he immediately met with one that almost- with sheer defiant power alone- broke her confident composure. She knew well enough that this wasn’t framed justice, yet no one was judging or dying because of it. Not on her watch. This excuse suited her well enough. Because her incentive was adventure, treasure and of course, information. Prizes neither of the guards had the power or means to provide. Merik would be her guide. She couldn’t help but to smile in triumph of gaining such a prize.
The two secondaries would live, and the secret of Merik’s injustice would be out once more and perhaps the news would find itself spreading through the town after the well-known secondaries disappeared, this time, though, Merik’s freedom was indebted to her. And this time, the town may know what its protectors had feared.
“Let’s go.”
...
As the two departed the cave, they met the cold breeze of an evening on the Dunes under the dark sky, Caira’s eyes asked a question her lips wouldn’t dare to motion. So Merik, feeling pleased, generously offered an answer to the gleam in her eye.
“I was on top of that chair for ten years. They wouldn’t even let a man piss let alone move.” he paused, “I know what you’re thinking, why not kill myself? My neck in a noose and all.” He smirked, “They would threaten to shoot the legs of the chair if I gave them any trouble. And death in that cage, the cell walls are bewitched with powerful magic- like you mentioned, it was cursed. If a Prime were to die in that jail cell, beneath the city.. The cell will not allow a guilty soul to escape so easily, that is, without consequence. This is why I resisted such a torturous death as long as I could.. that is, until you showed up. My eternal life was actually at stake every day.”
He waited, Caira turned her head, almost intrigued enough to ask more. Merik’s voice continued to timbre, “A Prime, with eternal life, has much more at stake in that cell than any mortal man. I'd almost prefer taking a visit to Diablo's Dungeon. The consequences in that cursed place... Death cannot be surpassed there if circumstances are enough to trap you. The soul out of the body.. perhaps forever, immortally bound within those walls.” He waited. “A most horrible death... but a more terrible fate.” That was what Merik had been told, at least, perhaps. Caira reasoned that there was no proof that something like that could actually ever exist. But a man had to know. So he must have had some evidence. Caira would just have to take his word for it.
Her shining eyes fell on the silhouette of the town with a light hue, glinting in the moon’s shadow. Darkness spanned against the sandy dune wasteland. She was sure this place was missing something, something that echoed with loud whistles and was stirred by a mighty engine, something that steamed with a roar from fire and steered by tracks alone. But Caira’s little knowledge on technology would not allow her to directly associate what the place lacked, but she had a feeling that it was a reliable source of transport. Especially in this wasteland.
“So Merik, tell me the history of this place...”
They traversed the small piece of desert, heading for the heart of the town. Caira desired to show the people exactly what was hidden from them for so long ten years I think he said? and mentioned this to Merik, whom gave his word not to kill any "innocent" man, woman, child or cat, but she also had other incentive for her decision to free him. He would respect this act displayed by her, because of the rebellious conspiracies he fought in Coruscant (or so he said he had). It was strangely ironic how he himself had become one in this place.
Her eyes remained on the sand a foot in front of her feet, the little sparkles of pigmented sand gleamed in the moonlight before the shine was interrupted by a tall looming shadow, cast by the faint moonlight. She not move her chin upward to meet the horrific opponent before her, in the eye. A man who existed to confront the release of the prisoner on her right. She didn’t need to look at the steel-foce of man to know he was one of the most powerful in this land.
His mere footstep shook the sandy ground within a ten foot radius. Caira wouldn’t admit to herself she was afraid, but felt the instinctive reaction to an threat that might kill her or worse. Merik brushed her side and stood against the foe, his towering height matching the adversary head on, ready to stretch his toes.
A glance prodded her and reminded her the duel to come would be two against one, if she would only unwrap his hands.
“Merik, I don’t have to trust you to free you. The incentive of the ultimate treasure is enough for me because I plan to use you as a guide. But, know a claim such as that, isn’t the reason I would believe you on a desperate whim, which in this case you would be expected in a man of your current... Position. To lie. I think you’ll have something more to offer later.”
“Curse you!” the East Gate Guard said as his golden chains jingled with his movement against the silver bars.
“Come now, come now, I’m saving lives.” Caira said with such certainty, even Merik believed her actions had pure motives.
Caira put the secondaries in the jail and and the exchanged Merik walked out with the biggest smile, despite his movement impeded by rope and chain remaining around his wrists. The male offered a hateful sneer at the weakling secondaries. His triumphant silence was the most searing and painful words he could have flaunted.
Before the pair departed form the sandy cave, she nodded and voiced her observation. “So that is the case. Someone must be in the jail at all times..” She said quieter, “Just as Atlas held the boulder.” The perfect detainment system for a secret jail, no one who knew of it, would ever be willing to free him on his own life, and no one could plan ahead to capture anyone to put in their place because it was a secret. The ratio of prisoners that needed to be held in the cell, Caira didn’t know, and it was just convenient of the East Gate guard to arrive on time, was a proportion of people that must be within the bars were that of two secondaries (there was always only one guard on duty) or one prime.
Merik, bound by cursed black ropes, was happy to stretch his legs and flex his tense muscles. Caira had no way of knowing he remained standing on that four legged chair for ten years. Caira and him exchanged a glance, their eyes met, hers offered an intimidation factor that he immediately met with one that almost- with sheer defiant power alone- broke her confident composure. She knew well enough that this wasn’t framed justice, yet no one was judging or dying because of it. Not on her watch. This excuse suited her well enough. Because her incentive was adventure, treasure and of course, information. Prizes neither of the guards had the power or means to provide. Merik would be her guide. She couldn’t help but to smile in triumph of gaining such a prize.
The two secondaries would live, and the secret of Merik’s injustice would be out once more and perhaps the news would find itself spreading through the town after the well-known secondaries disappeared, this time, though, Merik’s freedom was indebted to her. And this time, the town may know what its protectors had feared.
“Let’s go.”
...
As the two departed the cave, they met the cold breeze of an evening on the Dunes under the dark sky, Caira’s eyes asked a question her lips wouldn’t dare to motion. So Merik, feeling pleased, generously offered an answer to the gleam in her eye.
“I was on top of that chair for ten years. They wouldn’t even let a man piss let alone move.” he paused, “I know what you’re thinking, why not kill myself? My neck in a noose and all.” He smirked, “They would threaten to shoot the legs of the chair if I gave them any trouble. And death in that cage, the cell walls are bewitched with powerful magic- like you mentioned, it was cursed. If a Prime were to die in that jail cell, beneath the city.. The cell will not allow a guilty soul to escape so easily, that is, without consequence. This is why I resisted such a torturous death as long as I could.. that is, until you showed up. My eternal life was actually at stake every day.”
He waited, Caira turned her head, almost intrigued enough to ask more. Merik’s voice continued to timbre, “A Prime, with eternal life, has much more at stake in that cell than any mortal man. I'd almost prefer taking a visit to Diablo's Dungeon. The consequences in that cursed place... Death cannot be surpassed there if circumstances are enough to trap you. The soul out of the body.. perhaps forever, immortally bound within those walls.” He waited. “A most horrible death... but a more terrible fate.” That was what Merik had been told, at least, perhaps. Caira reasoned that there was no proof that something like that could actually ever exist. But a man had to know. So he must have had some evidence. Caira would just have to take his word for it.
Her shining eyes fell on the silhouette of the town with a light hue, glinting in the moon’s shadow. Darkness spanned against the sandy dune wasteland. She was sure this place was missing something, something that echoed with loud whistles and was stirred by a mighty engine, something that steamed with a roar from fire and steered by tracks alone. But Caira’s little knowledge on technology would not allow her to directly associate what the place lacked, but she had a feeling that it was a reliable source of transport. Especially in this wasteland.
“So Merik, tell me the history of this place...”
They traversed the small piece of desert, heading for the heart of the town. Caira desired to show the people exactly what was hidden from them for so long ten years I think he said? and mentioned this to Merik, whom gave his word not to kill any "innocent" man, woman, child or cat, but she also had other incentive for her decision to free him. He would respect this act displayed by her, because of the rebellious conspiracies he fought in Coruscant (or so he said he had). It was strangely ironic how he himself had become one in this place.
Her eyes remained on the sand a foot in front of her feet, the little sparkles of pigmented sand gleamed in the moonlight before the shine was interrupted by a tall looming shadow, cast by the faint moonlight. She not move her chin upward to meet the horrific opponent before her, in the eye. A man who existed to confront the release of the prisoner on her right. She didn’t need to look at the steel-foce of man to know he was one of the most powerful in this land.
His mere footstep shook the sandy ground within a ten foot radius. Caira wouldn’t admit to herself she was afraid, but felt the instinctive reaction to an threat that might kill her or worse. Merik brushed her side and stood against the foe, his towering height matching the adversary head on, ready to stretch his toes.
A glance prodded her and reminded her the duel to come would be two against one, if she would only unwrap his hands.
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