Deciding to deliver the prisoner directly, Desafon seeks to wait on portalling the cultist until he gets in. He looks towards any representative, "I have come to deliver a Cultist of Osiris-Ra as prisoner to the Conclave. As well, I have some religious amulets of theirs to turn in for reward. I have done battle with a ranking cultist and found it very... interesting. What say you?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave this place," said the armoured soldier. "Restricted area. If it's a bounty you have, see the Bounty Office, near the Markets. Good work, warrior."

     Grumbling, having just left the Bounty Officer, he decides to take the prisoner he now hold in his arms to the Bounty Officer.

Desafon moves to the Markets of Nicodemus, prisoner in tow.

The God of Food walks through the doors of the Hall, and looks to find an official that he can talk to.

Pitcarn walked past the heavily-armed guards, each wielding a modern diamond assault rifle, and was scanned and checked by the Silver Shamblers - each easily twelve foot. The great, silver, robot-things just stood and watched as Pitcarn wandered through.

He saw a series of lounges in one corner of the room; a set of desks and official administrators in another; a large, black pillar, hanging like a stalcatite from the ceiling; officials, garbed in grey, all about the place, speaking to others in a huge variety of colours; and finally, he noticed the thinking-machines - the computers - all about the place, ten to a wall, almost half of them being used.

"Can I help you, sir?" said an administrator. Pitcarn noted that a heavy sword hung at her belt, and that her hand was classed around a revolver.

"You may be able to. I'm not sure just yet though. If you'll excuse me."

Pitcarn turns to leave the Administrator and sit down.
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As Pitcarn took his seat on the comfortable leather couches, he saw a storm of commotion appear at the entrance to the Hall. Several armed guardsmen surrounded a tall, half-naked man dressed in grey furs, silver blade at his side. The man stalked into the Hall, a savage scowl caught on his face, the soldiers protecting him. It was obviously a man of great import; a High Lord, perhaps, or even a Councilman.

As the 'man of great import' walked across the hall, Pitcarn stood from his couch, confusion on his face still, and stepped forward, possibly a little too much.  Picarn then bowed deeply to the passing, much higher ranked figure.

The figure grunted as he passed. The soldier gave Pitcarn a heavy kick, sending him sprawling, and continued on.

Maxillita walked alongside Wyrn, silently thinking. If I die, I'm just a criminal.. if I succeed, I help the conclave immeasurably and make him look good. Crafty fellow!"

((Nat, Ruse is coming breifly from the funeral, unless you rule otherwise for some reason, for high lord reasons. After he sends a manifestation out he will send this one back to the funeral.))

Ruse arrives here (totally separate from Max and wyrn and if he sees them does NOT interact with either), and heads inside to the inner levels. In particular, to the chapel of Methodes. He is looking for Fiefmaster Jonaht.
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Pitcarn mutters something angrily under his breath as he picks himself up. The only real audible words are "Paying respects", "Waste of time", "Ruse" and "Now this".

Pitcarn

Pitcarn sees the tall, muscular authority turn around and face him.

"What did you say, worm?" he snarled. The soldiers raised their automatic weapons. They'd shoot if needed.

Max

The craftiest.

As Max enters the Hall of the Sun, followed by Wyrn. He spots Lictros - his intuition tells him that is the Councilman - lording over another, familiar God.. the Fat Friar!

Best not to have him see us.. Max felt the voice again. Wyrn snapped his fingers, and a small squadron of soldiers surrounded them.

"I have a convicted traitor here, needed for questioning," said Wyrn. "Guard him with me. Come, Max, you filth-fucked jackal."

They walked towards the entrance to the lower levels of the Hall. As they walk, Max spots Ruse walking in the same direction.

Ruse

As Ruse walks, he sees a crowd of soldiers surrounding Max and Wyrn. Would he care to do something.. ?

Ruse glances at Pitcarn, and sees Lictros there. He continues walking by - Pitcarn got himself into trouble from his attitude, so this may be the wake up call he needed. Hopefully Lictros would make Pitcarn appreciate Ruse.

As for Max, would Ruse do anything? The answer...is nope, nothing at all. Ruse is not interfering with that right now.

Instead, Ruse looks ahead toward his goal, and continues about his way to the chapel of Methodes. Max, Pitcarn, Lictros, and Wyrn are on their own right now.

Through a tiny gap in the Soldier's veiling, Kaie waved at Pitcarn (for both Max and himself) then ducked back behind the cordon of soldiers. Max whispered to Wyrn. "Where are we going? Is there a secret underground base or something?"

Halfway through getting up, Picarn notices the weapons levelled at his head. he quickly shifts his rising motion into a deep bow of subservience.

"My deepest apologies, great lord. My comments were meant for myself only, and referred to my ongoing conversation with the mist god Ruse, and the deep level stress it's causing me. I spoke too hastily of my own misfortune for standing in your soldier's way, and again, I offer you my most deep and sincere regret for having impugned upon you progress."

sweat trickled down Pitcarn's forhead as he stared very intently at the floor. His back was sore from where he had fallen, and he remained on one knee, not daring to look up into the councilman's face.

Pitcarn

"Ruse?" grunted the Councilman. "Secretary Ruse? Hrmmph. You're friends with the God of Liars? Answer swiftly, boy, or I will have you destroyed."

The Councilman was curious, but rough; Pitcarn did not doubt his ability to order Pitcarn's death.

Max

Quiet, Max. You're my prisoner. No speaking.

Max was taken through the foreboding doors at the end of the Hall, down a long flight of stairs, and through many, many treacherous corridors and darkened room. Eventually, they reached what Max surmised was the center of the lower depths: a well-lit room, guarded by nine masked and ceremonially-dressed soldiers, sleek Earthborn firearms at their sides and the grey cloaks of the Inner Circle on their backs. In the center of the room was a great silver seal, the size of a small tower in width, and upon was carved the most beautiful image of Yggdrasil Max had ever seen.

Standing on the seal, almost blasphemously, was a man wearing a dark grey mask and the silver coat of the Inner Circle. Around his neck hung a large silver pouch, and on his hands many different rings were found.

Bow.

Wyrn bowed at the masked figure.

"Lord of the Havanal," said the Councilman. "I place myself before you and before the World-Tree itself."

"Thrice-Carved Councilman," said the shadowy figure in response. "You pass, as always. The Emperor himself has seen your soul and judged it worthy. But as to the child - what is her purpose? She is neither carved nor chosen."

"She has been judged, Lord of the Havanal," said Wyrn. "Not by myself or by your own grace, but by the Tree - this is Maxine, Goddess of Fantasy and Adventure."

"Ah," said the Lord of the Havanal. "Then it is best you pass. Watch that one carefully, Wyrn. I hope to have her as an initiate in the future."

Ruse


Ruse enters the cavernous administration department beneath the Conclave, following the bronze-carved signs to the series of chambers named CHAPEL OF THE SACRED METHODES. There, at the relatively mundane door to the Chapel, two guards stood, swords at the ready.

"Business, m'Lord?" one asked.

Pitcarn raised his head slightly, so as to look at Lictros' feet.

"No Lord," Pitcarn sighed with resignation. "I'm not a friend of Secretary Ruse. He has been made my immediate supervisor recently, just after we had a disagreement over exactly how I could best serve the Conclave. He slighted me, and my offer of service to the Conclave.

"So no, Great Lord, I am no friend or personal ally of the God of Liars."

Pitcarn smiled internally at Lictros' attitude towards Ruse.

Maxilita looked around, trying to memorize the maze of corridors, but soon gave up on that as they descended.

Once they finally reach a well-lit room, you bowed immediately when told to. Not really to the man, but to the beautiful Yggdrasil. She blushed when her name was mentioned.

Ruse grinned as he walked silently and expediently. He knew that Pitcarn wasn't fond of him from his readings in his godrealm, and wouldn't put it past him to do whatever it took to ingratiate Lictros. Actually, he would be watching the results of his interaction with Lictros with great interest - from afar of course.

When he got to the Methodes chapel soldiers, he replied,

"I am High Lord Ruse, and am here to use the Methodese gateway. I request to speak with Fiefmaster Jonaht immediately, if possible."

Pitcarn

"Then why speak with him? Are you not God enough to stand up for yourself? To rise against oppression? To seize strength, to smash your enemy on the jaw?"

Lictros spat.

"You make me sick. I should have you killed. Or fined.. I think I prefer killed."

Max


"Thank you, Lord of the Havanal. Roses at your feet. Come, Max."

Wyrn spoke a single word - incomprehensible to Max - and the Lord of the Havanal nodded and removed himself from the seal. The great silver barricade then began to rise up, folding against itself like the Earthborn origami, as if it were noting more than cloth or paper - soon, all that was left was a long, stacked ring where the seal's perimeter once was.

"Don't have all day, Max. Come."

Wyrn led Max down the stairs hidden by the seal, into the inner depths of the Conclave and the bastion of the Inner Circle of Odin.

Ruse

"Sure, sure," said the soldier. "Come with me, then."

The soldiers led into the brightly-lit Chapel that lay just beyond the mundane door. Within the ambiance was soft and the room was filled with comfortable couches. A desk in the middle of the room showed an abandoned game of chest. The room was spacious; there were six exits. The first Ruse had come from; one to four, two at left and right, the final exit to the north labeled FIEFMASTER.

The soldier knocked.

"High Lord here to see you, sir."

"Let him enter," replied the voice, articulate and soft - a woman's.

Now Pitcarn stood up fully, and made complete eye contact with Lictros. His inner grin turned outwards, and he displayed teeth to the councilman, and there was once more mirth sparkling in the warrior God's eyes.

"Seize authority, Great Lord? Should I smash you in the jaw then, and usurp your power?"

Pitcarn's posture betrayed none of the tenseness he was feeling, the fear.

"I would not be so fool as to do that though," he said, now addressing the soldiers. He turned back to Lictros.

"I would be fighting with nothing to gain, not even honour. Ruse is a coward at best, he entrapped me in his presence when I sought to leave with a wall of solid mist, the oxymoron defies my powers of cognition. I do not doubt that he would have run and hid had I but looked as though I might respond to him in the manner I prefer.

"He would have killed me from afar without even looking at my face." Pitcarn's disdain became more than obvious here.

Bringing himself under control, he continued "The wisdom you speak ocurred to me late, Great Lord, but I was about to begin building my strength, when I ran into you."

"I do not wish to die here, buit if it is your will, you will enact it." Pitcarn grasped his staff in both hands, and held it defensively.
"But I will not fall without attempting to live."

Ruse entered the Feifmaster's chamber, taking note of any interesting details as he did so. This was his first time here, so while he had full access now, he wanted to learn as much as he could on his first run here.

"Greetings Fiefmaster Jonaht, I am High Lord Ruse. I have been given ownership of a feifdom in the Realm Savage, called the kingdom of Apath. Could you tell me about using the methodese gateway so I can send a manifestation through, as well as any information you may have on the Kingdom of Apath?"

Fran appears in the hall of the sun and stretches. "Well, let's see what's up here" She mutters to herself, looking around for an administrator-y person.