23 Ash, Year 122
[Closed - Dreyfus]
Continued from here.
They emerged into a moderately-sized room with stone walls and sharp lines. The architecture was austere, but impressive nonetheless. The absence of sunlight suggested that they were in the Umbrium, or perhaps hidden away somewhere underground, as the window of the room that they were in would reveal very little beyond darkness and enchanted lights. Beyond that, though, the room was largely empty but for a pair of sturdy-looking wooden chairs that were stained black, lacking any sort of upholstery that might have made them more comfortable. Lights overhead were comfortable, and lacked the painful brightness of the sun of the Luxium from which they had just departed. “Have a seat,” the first Sentinel instructed Dreyfus, indicating one of the two chairs that were in the middle of the room they had portaled into. Which chair was up to him, but the instruction was not to be denied.
“And you will come with me,” the second Sentinel told Dimitri, walking towards a door. The suggestion in their voice all but Commanded the young man to follow him. Perhaps they were just going to be separated briefly, or they wanted to discuss something important with Dreyfus... Whatever it was, it seemed that the Vampyre was going to have to do this alone. Despite the severity of their new surroundings, the use of Mesmer was potent here. There was no need to be afraid, no need to be concerned. They simply needed to listen and obey. To be calm, and to listen. There was no danger here, everything would be fine.
"You mentioned that you are from Zaichaer. What business do you have in Solunarium?" the veiled figure stood a few feet away, looking down at the blond Peregrinus. It was impossible to discern anything about them, even if he attempted to use his Semblance. The Vigil was well-warded, and their voice was ambiguous enough that there were no tells that way, either. You must tell the truth. You may not lie. You must tell the truth. You may not lie! hammered away at his head. A kingdom of mages was a terrifying prospect, and Solunarium held many masters. A weakness against Mesmer was one glaring oversight, but considering how little knowledge was known about this place before he came... One that might be forgivable. After all, he was in no danger here.
[Closed - Dreyfus]
Continued from here.
They emerged into a moderately-sized room with stone walls and sharp lines. The architecture was austere, but impressive nonetheless. The absence of sunlight suggested that they were in the Umbrium, or perhaps hidden away somewhere underground, as the window of the room that they were in would reveal very little beyond darkness and enchanted lights. Beyond that, though, the room was largely empty but for a pair of sturdy-looking wooden chairs that were stained black, lacking any sort of upholstery that might have made them more comfortable. Lights overhead were comfortable, and lacked the painful brightness of the sun of the Luxium from which they had just departed. “Have a seat,” the first Sentinel instructed Dreyfus, indicating one of the two chairs that were in the middle of the room they had portaled into. Which chair was up to him, but the instruction was not to be denied.
“And you will come with me,” the second Sentinel told Dimitri, walking towards a door. The suggestion in their voice all but Commanded the young man to follow him. Perhaps they were just going to be separated briefly, or they wanted to discuss something important with Dreyfus... Whatever it was, it seemed that the Vampyre was going to have to do this alone. Despite the severity of their new surroundings, the use of Mesmer was potent here. There was no need to be afraid, no need to be concerned. They simply needed to listen and obey. To be calm, and to listen. There was no danger here, everything would be fine.
"You mentioned that you are from Zaichaer. What business do you have in Solunarium?" the veiled figure stood a few feet away, looking down at the blond Peregrinus. It was impossible to discern anything about them, even if he attempted to use his Semblance. The Vigil was well-warded, and their voice was ambiguous enough that there were no tells that way, either. You must tell the truth. You may not lie. You must tell the truth. You may not lie! hammered away at his head. A kingdom of mages was a terrifying prospect, and Solunarium held many masters. A weakness against Mesmer was one glaring oversight, but considering how little knowledge was known about this place before he came... One that might be forgivable. After all, he was in no danger here.
