He had her in exactly the position he wanted her. She had nowhere to go, but he still needed her. The information she had was vital for his plans. Specifically, he wanted to know her reasons for being in Archadia in the first place. He had his theories, but best to get the details from the person herself than just off of half-informed theories. “[color=0076a3]Tell me, Empress Reia, what was it that you wanted to speak to my grandson about? I know he is an important man, to come here with your foolish, little brother, and Roman’s own fool brother was risky.[/color]” Hamut was playing the field right now. [hr] Jaakuna didn’t mind leading, but he [i]did[/i] prefer to do it on his own terms, or at the very least, be it his own decision. He was able to get them past the gullible guards just by stating his name, telling them that the others were prisoners of war, and that they were going to be moved to the high security wing as opposed to the default wing. It amazed him how naive they were, but it was just as well. A few more rounds of inexperienced guards would get them into the deepest reaches of the dungeons. It seemed as though wherever they kept Shinto, it was in the most secure region of this high security wing. Throughout the time that the group of five spent traversing through each turn and hallway of the wing, Jaakuna kept questioning Dominic about what exactly Shinto had done. Dominic claimed it was on a need to know basis, and when they found him, they would know. Of course this frustrated him, but he didn’t press on about it. Knowing how Dom got, he wouldn't let up. And in just three yards, they would take one final turn. When Jaakuna would turn, he immediately jerked his body back. “[color=ed1c24]Shit.[/color]” Jaakuna’s heart skipped a beat. not realizing what was waiting for them on the other side. “[color=mediumslateblue]Jaakie?[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Isaiah is here.[/color]” “[color=mediumslateblue]You’re shtting me.[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Go look for yourself.[/color]” And so Lannit did, then Dom, and then the other two did as well. “[color=mediumslateblue]What is he doing here?[/color]” Lannit asked. “[color=ed1c24]Hell if I know. But if he’s here, then we’ve got trouble.[/color]” Jaakuna cursed under his breath. “[color=ed1c24]Wait..[/color]” Jaakuna heard Isaiah say something, but he couldn’t hear. “Belias, can you help me out here?” Belias scoffed. Jaakuna heard it. A moment would pass as not only Jaakuna, but everyone else would have their sense of hearing enhanced so that they heard what Isaiah was saying to a few guards and a general. “First Judge Hamut wants what?!” A guard asked. “[color=goldenrod]He wants to move him into this wing.[/color]” “But this is —” “[color=goldenrod]Yes, I know who he is. And I understand the position I’m putting you in General Night, but my grandfather — and Interim Emperor of our country demands it.[/color]” “I just don’t like it. This isn’t right. Archadia has been ran by the Darcone for years, I get that. Under Vincent’s role, it was shoddy at times, but he was fair to his citizens. Roman proved himself as a suitable replacement as he ruled Bhujerba as the Marquis. But this?” General Night sighed heavily. “I fear the worst.” “[color=goldenrod]General, just do this for me. I persuaded my grandfather to place him here as opposed to the alternate, grim location that Hamut was going to inprison him in.[/color]” “Very well, Isaiah. I will keep him here.” Isaiah said nothing. Jaakuna heard footsteps come their way. He cursed silently, then , “[color=cb0015]vanishja[/color]” Dominic would cast, surrounding them in a veil of mist, hindering them from Isaiah’s sight. It would be evident as the Judge Magister would walk past them, stopping briefly. Jaakuna caught the hint of a smile, looking directly at Jaakuna. He knew they were there. Shit. But he didn’t comment about it. He nodded, mouthing something. Jaakuna knew what he said. “[color=goldenrod]You have under a minute. Night will be rotating his patrol. It’s now or never, Jackson.[/color]” And as Isaiah would walk away, the vanishja spell would wither away as soon as he was out of sight. Jaakuna did not know what just happened, but one thing was for sure. They now had two prisoners to free: Shinto and whoever this new one was. “[color=ed1c24]All right, so whatever just happened, Isaiah wants us to free that new prisoner. So, here’s what I propose: Dom, you go with Shion and Lorenzo to get Shinto, and Lannit and myself will get this new guy. Deal?[/color]” “[color=cb0015]Sounds like a plan, J-Dawg![/color]” Dominic grinned, “[color=cb0015]come my honey and Lorrie, my best mate awaits~[/color]” Dominic, regardless if they were willing or not, pulled both of them by the hands, crimson lightning surrounding them, and they were gone in a second, leaving Jaakuna and Lannit as it always was. As the two blonde men peered their two heads out from the walls, what Isaiah was true. [url=http://i.imgur.com/XW4c7FK.jpg]General Night[/url] was doing his rotations, though he left three of the Night Guard, who bore similar armor to their general, but it was significantly lighter and less heavy-made. They all had the same kind of sword, but again not as heavy in appearance. Odds are the swords had been molded in Night Steel, a special steel that could be found in Archadia’s Nocturne Mines. “[color=mediumslateblue]]So, there are just three. We can take them out, but we have to be quick about it.[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]You thinking what I’m thinking?[/color]” “[color=mediumslateblue]Yup.[/color]” Both of them nodded, grinning like total idiots, and then they came out from behind the wall, and turned the left corner. “[color=mediumslateblue]HELP! MY FRIEND! HE’S HURT![/color]” The three guards turned, looked at Lannit as he held Jaakuna, the latter holding his midsection, feigning pain. “What seems to be the problem? One asked as the others approached cautiously. “[color=mediumslateblue]He’s in pain.[/color]” “Um, well what’s the matter with him.” “[color=mediumslateblue]Well..[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]I hate gullible idiots such as yourself.[/color]” Jaakuna surprised them with a wave of fire magic that hit all three of them, and sent the trio of Night Guards to the ceiling. They hit their heads hard, and would fall on top of each other, all of them falling into unconsciousness. “[color=ed1c24]Works every time.[/color]” Jaakuna snickered. “[color=mediumslateblue]Reminds me of the golden days when we used to pull that shit to get into your grandfather’s secret storage.[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Yeah, those were the days.[/color]” Walking past Lannit and towards the cell, Jaakuna would finally see who it was that Isaiah wanted to get free. To his absolute astonishment, Jaakuna couldn’t believe it. “[color=ed1c24]Of all people..[/color]” “[color=mediumslateblue]What?[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Fucking hells.[/color]” Jaakuna shook his head once, more as he came to the sight of the man in the dim light. Lannit joined Jaakuna as he saw. “[color=mediumslateblue]Wait, isn’t that —[/color]” “[color=ed1c24]Roman man, what are you doing here?[/color]” [hr] “[color=lightblue]Hey, maybe we should stop.[/color]” Savayna said to Grant as they seemed to have just passed the Mosphoran Highwaste, and were a few hundred paces away from the entrance to Rozarrian territory. They had been driving for what seemed like hours. Savayna had stayed quiet for the majority of the trip. With all that happened from the Brotherhood, then her father, then her nearly dying, and then leviathan being slain , which still made her feel uneasy about, but c’est la vie. She couldn’t do anything to quell that. Only thing Savayna could do was try to focus on the positives that came out of everything. She was now betrothed to Grant. She had his mother’s ring on her right ring finger, and it was looking up. Despite the bad happening in Ivalice, at least her own life was looking up. “[color=lightblue]We’ve been on the road non-stop. I need to stretch my legs.[/color]” [hr] When it was all said and done, the trio of Dominic, his honey, and Princess Lorrie had made it to the msot secure section of the wing where about several dozen guards were outside one cell, all with top of the line weaponry. Some of them had armor that rivaled the late Judge Magister, Robumaal Volentas. Dominic would curse himself as he thought of that big bastard and how powerful he was. Why did they have to have powerful armor and weapons like that? And why were they equipped with top of the line weaponry? Dominic came to the conclusion that this was going to take a lot longer than he had originally thought. And he wasn’t entirely confident that he could take all of them out without at least one getting a good shot on him. There was no choice. “[color=cb0015]Okay, my sweet, sweet rose and Lorrie, I’ll leave this into your capable hands. Take care of those guys and whistle me over when it’s done.[/color]” Dominic rest his hands on Shion and Lorenzo’s shoulders, trying not to let his hand slip lower on Shion(the urge was strong, though). “[color=cb0015]I believe in you two![/color]” [hr] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eD0XEH3qVCk][sub]Goodbye Madness, Hello Life[/sub][/url] As he continued to screech, his eyes widened, his iris rotating, and he was looking off into nowhere it seemed. His hands gripping his head so tight that hairs of silver. His mind was racing, something pushing him towards a grim act. His voice was deafening, neck movements erratic. The voice in his head that was coercing him was beginning to be too much. It was as if he had cement blocks tied to his ankles and was being pushed down into the ocean. Despite his desperate struggle to remain above sea level, they were pulling him deeper and deeper and deeper.. Until he heard his salvation all out ot him. A white light to the black void that was consuming him. It was the sound of silence, rendering the visions that remained from that terrible time - the oh, so terrible time - from when he committed the worst of sins. It was the veil that hindered him from The Voice. It was a glimpse of order amid his inward chaos. It was harmonious notes amid the cacophonous symphony. They were words that created a path from the light. And as his eyes would open, Sylvester Alexander did not see black forms, he didn’t hear whispers of madness. He heard nothing but the sweet serenity of natural hymns from where they were. He felt like as if it were before when he was alive. He felt strength where decaying strength had been. He tasted the aftermath of death, and most of all, he smelt the relief in the air as he was no longer a husk. Sylvester Alexander was back. And had found his first order of business. Arm extended out, he charged white magicks so fast, so powerful, at Sanguine. Before the red-haired warrior could react, he had been impaled by a spear of holy light. It didn’t end there, however, for the light would turn blood red. Not only that, but Sanguine’s form started to become transparent, showing the dark olive walls. As he ceased, the light came back to Sylvester’s palm, then his body flashed deep red, and his eyes became a mixture of crimson red and gold, becoming iridescent in nature. His body also became glistening with mist, an aura of pure red mist surrounding him. It would cease when he snapped his fingers. When he did that, the aura would be replaced by a pair of deep brown pants that has the symbol of the Alexander House, and a red and gold tunic with the same design on the front and the back. He also had a large greatsword that looked just like the Sword of Kings, but where the original Sword of Kings had a gap throughout the entire blade, this one didn’t. It had the bearings of purified nethicite, iridescent like Sylvester’s eyes. Sylvester would look at Nadeline, a smile forming on his face. “[color=mediumseagreen]Nadeline Lenore Roselia, I do apologize for that. But you do not know how bothersome it is to have a voice inside your head always chide and scold you, or maybe you do,[/color]” Sylvester chuckled, “[color=mediumseagreen]Ultima does that to you all of the time, doesn’t she?[/color]” Sylvester inquired with a rhetorical undertone. He looked around, not sure what to make of this. He shrugged. “[color=mediumseagreen]So, I suppose I owe you an explanation. I mean, from what I have been told, you sought me out. Truth be told, I fear I may disappoint you, Nadeline of Rozarria. These...barbarians dug me from my resting place at Raithwall, and did something to me.[/color]” Sylvester looked at his hands. “[color=mediumseagreen]They have done things to me that I couldn’t tell you, not because they are unbelievable, but because they’re unforgivable.[/color]” Sylvester grimaced, eyes now turning dark grey, swirls of green and red. “[color=mediumseagreen]I do not know how I can possibly say this, my queen,[/color]” Sylvester took the knee, “[color=mediumseagreen]but from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry. In Nabudis, I was...forced into doing acts. Nothing I say can ever make up for the travesties I have done. I can only admit that I was wrong and ask for pardon from her majesty.[/color]” Sylvester would lower his head, feeling as though he could not look at her directly.