K i n g
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Location: Serenno, Carannia City, The Government Building
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'amah
Objective: Interrogate
A shadow of darkness befell the inner workings of the Government's main hall. From the ground floor Adron's eyes rose only to see the second and third floor, everything past that, leading to the atrium's peak, was taken into a void that his eyes could not penetrate.
No matter, what he searched for was on the second floor.
Clasping his hands behind his back he examined what laid around him. The lift to the next floor was not operational, and the stairway that stood behind it seemed to have caved in on itself. The rubble from an explosion spilling out of the threshold, showing that even if he was able to get into the stairwell there would be nothing to climb it with.
Everything is always a task these days. He mused, pulling down the cowl that covered his raven black hair. He turned back to the piles of rubble that spilled into the main hall, though they were few and far between he realized they could be used for his own mission. Bringing his armored hands from their place by his side, he held his palms towards the piles of stone. Tapping into the Force he brought the stones to a soft rumble before several of them began to float from the ground. Exhaling, bringing his focus to a peak, he shifted his arms away from the stones, forcing them to drift over towards the collapsed stairwell.
One at a time he placed the stones in a stepping pattern to lead from the first floor, to the second floor. The stones providing him with the path he needed to traverse up the large atrium.
His metallic boots clapped onto the surface of the stones, allowing soft echoes to ring out as he made his way up. The task of holding the stones in place was easy enough, yet using the ability while in motion proved distracting if nothing else. Finally his boots met solid ground, the sign for him to release his hold of the rocks. He leaned back, just in time to see the stones collide with the ground, most of them shattering into smaller piles of rock.
"I'm getting good." He muttered, a smirk coming to his face before his mind returned to the stoic place where it had taken up refuge.
The halls Adron stared at brought his mind to a focus, however this one was based on rage, rather than silence. Banners flew over the threshold of every door, marking this wing as the offices used by House Teramo, one of the Houses that conspired to destroy Adron on more than one account. Curling his fists tightly he advanced down the hall, ignoring the smaller offices that lined the sect. Step by step he advanced on the singular door at the end of the hall, Count Teramo's personal office.
His steps grew slightly faster as his patience shortened, he wanted so much to believe that the Count would be in his office, and if not him than information on his whereabouts. Just as his hand was about to roll over the handle he paused, his steps turning to silence as he stared at the door.
Fear.
He could sense fear radiating from the room, so much so it was nearly malleable.
Slowly opening the door his eyes combed over the office before him. A simple layout for a Count of Serenno. One desk with a chair, two desk chairs across from it, a few book shelves and an assortment of picture hanging from the wall. There were two sets of filing cabinets in the corner, yet both had been thoroughly cleaned out, no doubt to hide whatever information could be sensitive to the House.
Still the stench of fear filled the Force, whispering into Adron's ears the location of the fear. Bringing both his hands up, clenching his fingers towards the desk he watched as the edges to the wooden surface became splintered and cracked as if under great pressure. With a fling of his hands the Desk rolled into the air, smashing into the side of the wall as a fearful screech was let out from a man hiding behind the desk.
A Muun, young in appearance, cowered from Adron, his hands held tightly over his head as he cried out. "Mercy! My lord, mercy!"
The quivering voice was met with a stoic, uncaring, stare from the Count of House Malvern. "You are the Chamberlain to House Teramo, are you not?" The question was loaded, for between seeing the man in the company of Count Teramo and his own abilities in reasoning Adron knew this Muun to be the key servant to House Teramo.
"Yes, My lord, I am. My name is-"
"Ago." Adron completed the man's sentence, taking a step towards the frightened Muun.
"What are you doing here Ago?" The Count asked, causing the Chamberlain to slowly lower his arms from his face. "I am sorry My lord. I am so sorry. But after Lord Teramo abandoned the capitol I did not know what else to do, so I hid. After the fighting stopped the others all left, but I was too scared so I stayed here."
Adron held up a hand to silence the man, his eyes combing over the fragile appearance before speaking once more. "Where is Teramo?" He demanded.
"I-I do not know my Lord. As I said he abandoned the Capitol when the fighting started, no one has-" A vacuum found itself forming in the Muun's large throat , sucking away the air that he so relied on.
Clenching his hand into a fist Adron robbed the Muun of his oxygen supply, stepping forward so the alien could better hear him.
"Do you know the downside of having a Chamberlain in ones House? They must be privy to all the knowledge the House relies on, otherwise they are useless. So when you tell me you do not know where your Master is, I find that very hard to believe." He said, releasing his grip on the keeper of House Teramo. Desperate gasps for breath overtook the silence that Adron left after his words. The Muun attempted to refill his lungs as Adron placed a firm hand on the back of his shoulder.
"Let us have words. Chamberlain."
Location: Serenno, Carannia City, The Government Building
Allies: [member="Anya Loma"] @Ra'amah
Objective: Interrogate
A shadow of darkness befell the inner workings of the Government's main hall. From the ground floor Adron's eyes rose only to see the second and third floor, everything past that, leading to the atrium's peak, was taken into a void that his eyes could not penetrate.
No matter, what he searched for was on the second floor.
Clasping his hands behind his back he examined what laid around him. The lift to the next floor was not operational, and the stairway that stood behind it seemed to have caved in on itself. The rubble from an explosion spilling out of the threshold, showing that even if he was able to get into the stairwell there would be nothing to climb it with.
Everything is always a task these days. He mused, pulling down the cowl that covered his raven black hair. He turned back to the piles of rubble that spilled into the main hall, though they were few and far between he realized they could be used for his own mission. Bringing his armored hands from their place by his side, he held his palms towards the piles of stone. Tapping into the Force he brought the stones to a soft rumble before several of them began to float from the ground. Exhaling, bringing his focus to a peak, he shifted his arms away from the stones, forcing them to drift over towards the collapsed stairwell.
One at a time he placed the stones in a stepping pattern to lead from the first floor, to the second floor. The stones providing him with the path he needed to traverse up the large atrium.
His metallic boots clapped onto the surface of the stones, allowing soft echoes to ring out as he made his way up. The task of holding the stones in place was easy enough, yet using the ability while in motion proved distracting if nothing else. Finally his boots met solid ground, the sign for him to release his hold of the rocks. He leaned back, just in time to see the stones collide with the ground, most of them shattering into smaller piles of rock.
"I'm getting good." He muttered, a smirk coming to his face before his mind returned to the stoic place where it had taken up refuge.
The halls Adron stared at brought his mind to a focus, however this one was based on rage, rather than silence. Banners flew over the threshold of every door, marking this wing as the offices used by House Teramo, one of the Houses that conspired to destroy Adron on more than one account. Curling his fists tightly he advanced down the hall, ignoring the smaller offices that lined the sect. Step by step he advanced on the singular door at the end of the hall, Count Teramo's personal office.
His steps grew slightly faster as his patience shortened, he wanted so much to believe that the Count would be in his office, and if not him than information on his whereabouts. Just as his hand was about to roll over the handle he paused, his steps turning to silence as he stared at the door.
Fear.
He could sense fear radiating from the room, so much so it was nearly malleable.
Slowly opening the door his eyes combed over the office before him. A simple layout for a Count of Serenno. One desk with a chair, two desk chairs across from it, a few book shelves and an assortment of picture hanging from the wall. There were two sets of filing cabinets in the corner, yet both had been thoroughly cleaned out, no doubt to hide whatever information could be sensitive to the House.
Still the stench of fear filled the Force, whispering into Adron's ears the location of the fear. Bringing both his hands up, clenching his fingers towards the desk he watched as the edges to the wooden surface became splintered and cracked as if under great pressure. With a fling of his hands the Desk rolled into the air, smashing into the side of the wall as a fearful screech was let out from a man hiding behind the desk.
A Muun, young in appearance, cowered from Adron, his hands held tightly over his head as he cried out. "Mercy! My lord, mercy!"
The quivering voice was met with a stoic, uncaring, stare from the Count of House Malvern. "You are the Chamberlain to House Teramo, are you not?" The question was loaded, for between seeing the man in the company of Count Teramo and his own abilities in reasoning Adron knew this Muun to be the key servant to House Teramo.
"Yes, My lord, I am. My name is-"
"Ago." Adron completed the man's sentence, taking a step towards the frightened Muun.
"What are you doing here Ago?" The Count asked, causing the Chamberlain to slowly lower his arms from his face. "I am sorry My lord. I am so sorry. But after Lord Teramo abandoned the capitol I did not know what else to do, so I hid. After the fighting stopped the others all left, but I was too scared so I stayed here."
Adron held up a hand to silence the man, his eyes combing over the fragile appearance before speaking once more. "Where is Teramo?" He demanded.
"I-I do not know my Lord. As I said he abandoned the Capitol when the fighting started, no one has-" A vacuum found itself forming in the Muun's large throat , sucking away the air that he so relied on.
Clenching his hand into a fist Adron robbed the Muun of his oxygen supply, stepping forward so the alien could better hear him.
"Do you know the downside of having a Chamberlain in ones House? They must be privy to all the knowledge the House relies on, otherwise they are useless. So when you tell me you do not know where your Master is, I find that very hard to believe." He said, releasing his grip on the keeper of House Teramo. Desperate gasps for breath overtook the silence that Adron left after his words. The Muun attempted to refill his lungs as Adron placed a firm hand on the back of his shoulder.
"Let us have words. Chamberlain."