Zanzetkuken the Great
After retreating to the safety of his secure and secluded dwarven hold, and awakening from his brief period of meditation, the Chosen One seeks out his lieutenant for an update on the status of his dwarves and the projects he had assigned to them.
Once located, the lieutenant takes a short break from patrolling the hold to fill Zanzetkuken in on how things have been coming along, informing him that:
- After nearly ten hours of training, the soldiers appear to be adapting well to their new environment, and are quickly getting a feel for the exceptional weapons that have been bestowed upon them. The only trouble they have encountered has been with the dwarves who were given the greatsword and artifact bow Hankyu; due to the small stature that comes naturally with being a dwarf, a blade of such size can reportedly be a tad unwieldy at times. Similarly, a dwarf can hardly hope to achieve any great level of proficiency with a bow that was clearly not crafted to be fired by beings of less-than-average arm length.
- Both the masonry and carpentry workshops should be up and ready within the next couple hours.
- Two of the grunts are still working on scraping together enough materials to construct the first of the two small towers he requested. The lieutenant tells the Planeswalker that progress on the towers would be sped up a fair deal if his comrades had more to work with, but otherwise still expects that the first of the two will be finished by day's end.
- The miners have thus far managed to carve out a couple half-decent rooms for the purpose of housing the hold's residents, and are still hard at work. Yet just as with the towers, it's been a slow process.
- The grunt sent out to gather food has yet to return, though is expected back by nightfall.
His queries answered, the Planeswalker leaves his dwarves to their labors, turning his focus now toward replenishing his all but depleted mana pool...
The Moderator(s)
The Moderator tries as hard as can to create some sort of mental connection between himself and the individual(s) observing him in order to covertly influence their thoughts in his favor, yet the unrelenting pain of his numerous injuries ultimately proves too great to effectively focus through.
To top it off, it seems that all the mental exertion has only helped to amplify the already intense pain of the Chosen One's trauma-induced headache.
"Believe me when I say that our organization would love nothing more than to allow you to put your skills to good use by assisting us in the advancement of our ever-expanding technological capabilities. However, seeing as the last time we provided you with such an opportunity, all we received in return was untold millions of dollars lost in destroyed property and the merciless slaughtering of our own soldiers, you can surely understand why we would be more than a little hesitant to do so again.
And as you said, this 'Planeswalker guy' wants to rescue you; an entity with an unreasonably volatile personality that has demonstrated the ability to not only determine your exact location, but breach areas with some of the highest security with minimal effort. An entity we happen to know for a fact is still on the loose somewhere.
Even if we were to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you did not somehow conspire with this entity to organize your own escape, and had no original intention of participating in the unforgivable crimes that ultimately took place at Black Maple, we have no reason to believe that this entity will not attempt to free you from our custody again, perhaps with even more devastating results than before. The simple truth of the matter is, our organization cannot afford to suffer another such breach of security. It is because of this, that the supervisors have deemed you too dangerous to be kept a-...one moment, please."
The room suddenly falls silent, and remains that way for several long minutes...
"Well, 025, it seems to be your lucky day. I have just been informed that our supervisors have a proposition for you. If you are at all interested in regaining the trust of this organization and saving yourself from certain death, I suggest that you listen closely:
There is no doubt that you know far more about this 'Planeswalker' entity than we do. For obvious reasons, we consider this entity to be a fairly serious threat not only to the security our organization, but to the Canadian government as a whole. Now, we are certain you will agree that the elimination of this threat would be greatly preferable to the elimination of a potentially very powerful ally such as yourself, and are thus going to ask that you assist us in doing just that.
Tell us everything you know about this apparent colleague of yours; where we can find them, what precisely they're capable of, how we can fight them, everything. If the information you give us leads to either the permanent capture or termination of the Planeswalker, you will, in return, be given a second chance to work freely alongside our staff."
Hisir Namedene
Hisir allows his Shadowhound to take the lead while he follows close behind, doing his best to clear a path through the thick vegetation to aid the fatigued fugitives.
Shade soon successfully leads them out of the wooded area and onto an open road at its border. A road that is, amazingly, not
currently occupied by any nettlesome police officers. However, while they may no longer be lost amidst a dense maze of trees and foliage, they're not out of the woods yet (figuratively speaking). If there is to be any hope of Hisir & cohorts successfully evading the cold clutches of the law for good, they will need to move fast.
A quick surveying of the Chosen One's surroundings shows that there are two pleasant-looking houses in his immediate vicinity; one a short distance to the east, and another to the west. Directly ahead of the Chosen One, across a small open field, lies even more woodland. The road itself stretches well off into the distance in both directions, and it is difficult to tell where either direction would take them.
Jorn Darkmane
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The individual shouts from across the property.
Slowly, Yxchuithiatkxcli steps in front of Jorn, voicing its annoyance with the seemingly pointless request through a series of irritated shrieks.
Estimated time passed: 5 minutes.
14:20 remain.
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