![]() Eriksvar's Imprisonment Part IA Story by Kitchu![]() The first part of Eriksvar's imprisonment - before the Triumvirate's destruction.![]() [...] Eriksvar’s eyes rapidly darted over the flickering radar. “He’s on his way!”, he’d shout - tilting his head up and looking at his steward. Extending his arm towards him - not fully. Muttering. “The gun.”. The steward nodded once - reaching quickly for a box of dark, reddish wood with golden decorations laid all over it in symmetrical patterns. Opening it - the box padded therein with a vivid red silk - and thereon, a pistol of sorts. The muzzle was cylindrical with multiple cogs and springs and it had Eriksvar’s name gently carved in a cursive handwriting on the lower left side of the weapon - on the upper side of the middle section of the gun, a smaller glass cylinder encompassing a pristine white crystal was mounted thereupon with small, claw-like appendages which attached to the muzzle and multiple bronze wirings ran through it all the way to the trigger; around the glass was a thin, metallic, dark brass circle that had multiple magnets strapped on the inner side - when the trigger would be pulled, the circle around the glass tube would be tugged back very quickly, the magnets brushing rapidly against the glass and stimulating the crystal therein to generate enough energy to fire the bullet with a lot of speed - so that it couldn’t miss. In order to fire, you had to pull the trigger hard - so that a total of four clicks would be heard, and the fifth one was the one releasing all the energy. Eriksvar pulled until the fourth click was heard. Walking with quiet, cat-like steps through his own mansion. He opened the door - it made no sounds. Holding the pistol in his right hand as his left one was ready to cast a spell should he have to. Meanwhile, Syrilus had just breached the entrance. Nodding at a few of his sentinels - mechanical wonders of iron and steel that had a soul anchor within their heads, that would grant them self-awareness and consciousness - they were slim, yet thanks to their structure and the way Syrilus designed them, one single strike with their extremely durable swords would prove enough to shatter even a massive boulder. The sentinels marched through the mansion; their eyes lit up like candles as they begun wandering the place. Looking at them, they’d be like lanky individuals that had a metallic hat welded to their heads - they had only two eyes, and no other facial features. It was like they looked down on you all the time. Syrilus himself wandered through the mansion as well, though in complete darkness- Eriksvar had not lit a singular candle within his mansion, and nor did anyone within intend to do so now. However, Syrilus had many tricks under his sleeve. Or, in this case - his hood. On the inner layer, just where the hood ended - were two connected lenses that, thanks to the Apothema systems, were connected by multiple wires and granted an enhanced sight during night time. Eriksvar wandered through - quietly - as he heard the mechanical steps of the sentinel. He was well-familiar with those; after all, it’s not the first time he’d encounter them, granted he did as well when he had to infiltrate an outpost of the Citadel once before. He spotted the light radiating from their eyes... And waited around the corner. The sentinel wandered through a narrow corridor - and that’s when Eriksvar stepped forth and fired a singular shot for their head - where the soul anchor was entombed - shattering the sentinel’s head, therefore decimating it on the spot. Of course, the very loud shot now drew the attention of Syrilus and the other sentinels. Rushing to the location of where the sound came from. Eriksvar had to change positions. He went down the stairs of the mansion, reaching the floor level. Where Syrilus was just a few moments ago. Once more, Eriksvar pulled the trigger until the four clicks were heard. He looked up the stairs - and saw the lights of the sentinels - seeing they also heard that noise. His manoeuvre was successful. Some sentinels went down the stairs - Eriksvar rushing through a door in the back, leading to a passage all the way back to the first floor of the mansion. Going up the stairs fast, as Syrilus was on the right-turn from the narrow corridor - where the sentinel got destroyed. Wandering through pitch-darkness - with slow, prudent footsteps. Eriksvar heard those - and walked as quiet as he could - granted, he recognised the normal sound of steps, rather than the mechanical, perfectly-timed ones of the sentinels. He knew this could be Syrilus. Without hesitation, he opened fire on Syrilus - another bullet propagating at ludicrous speed and slamming into Syrilus’s back - luckily for him, though, his energy shield fully absorbed the impact of the bullet. Red lightning crackling around him as he turned around swiftly - making a one-sided eye contact with Eriksvar. The man in question raised his right hand and lit the candles on the corridor with a volley of small flames - Syrilus in this meanwhile drew his iconic guandao-like weapon, charging forward as a trail of energy was left in his wake - the weapon held horizontally, not aiming to deliver a killing blow, but rather, to slam into Eriksvar. He had no time to react - Syrilus slammed the glaive horizontally against him, as Eriksvar was thrown back and crashed through the ornate wooden rails behind him, falling about ten metres before hitting the ground to the first floor. The sentinels were still there. They rushed towards him - though Eriksvar was swift: Firing another shot for one’s head - with lethal precision, destroying it - and another for the other one - also hitting with success. Syrilus went down the stairs quickly, swinging his glaive for Eriksvar’s pistol - disarming him and giving him a cut across the side of his hand. Eriksvar yelled in pain as he got up swiftly, running towards Syrilus and tackling him down - successfully, thereafter swinging a powerful fist for Syrilus’s left-side of the face - a slight cracking heard as Syrilus’s head jerked to the side. The man reacted - moving his hand in front of Eriksvar and within a split second, devastating amounts of kinetic energy releasing and detonating a shock wave, propelling Eriksvar back and slamming him into the door he went through earlier. Syrilus got up quickly, while Eriksvar was busy getting up. “Eriksvar. You have broken our worlds one too many times. You are sentenced to imprisonment.” “Piss off! I have the Crown.. I can do-... Ugh.”, he cut off - his hand still bleeding as he desperately looked for his pistol. Rushing for it - but Syrilus doing the same, and thanks to his glaive - he made a swing for it and shattered the weapon. Eriksvar peering towards him, attempting to jab his face with his fist again - but Syrilus was faster, side-stepping and kicking him in the back, making Eriksvar land face-flat. Syrilus quickly reached in for a much smaller pistol - with a dart of sorts mounted in the hole of the muzzle - firing it in Eriksvar’s direction, as it hit his jugular vein - remaining stuck there as Eriksvar struggled to mumble his next words. Something among the lines of:”I will break free”. Syrilus shook his head... Peering around at the broken constructs before holstering Eriksvar over his shoulder... Wandering out the mansion - towards a secluded place that the Pact had organised properly in order for Syrilus to entomb Eriksvar therein - and ensure that nobody will be able to free him, lest they have excellent technological knowledge. © 2016 KitchuAuthor's Note
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