Upon Mallory's and Rhydd's return, the Simulacrum was once again chained in the same way it had been the night prior. Hands outstretched, shackled to walls, blindfold to prevent him from seeing, and gag to prevent him from uttering a word. While the clone of the Red Wizard remained calm, sweat permeated its clothing. Markham ungagged him, but left all other restraints. It greeted Mallory amicably, recognizing her from the sounds she had made entering, and once the interrogation started it quickly became clear his resilience was unshakable, for he would not speak a word of the Arcane Brotherhood, spire, or the missing adventurers. The question came to a palpable standstill. After Mallory cited the incantations and gestured the spell, any established rapport was shattered. Though it could not feel her presence yet, for she only brushed against its surface thoughts, it understood what she had done.
Fear. Paranoia. The Simulacrum was intensely frightened, and had been so throughout the conversation. As fake as it was itself, so had its composure been. Within, it was terrified of its own death, and fleeting thoughts of its demise flocked its brain like bats in a cave. But it was when she began to puncture through that upper echelon of its mind that the Simulacrum's expression contorted into twisted agony, and it let out a building scream.
'Begone!' was the first coherent thing Mallory could read, the stolen thought reverberating within her own mind as clear as if the Simulacrum had spoken it aloud. It had been an echoing, insistent thought. The Simulacrum tossed its head toward the ground, flexing its arms and back.
'You'll wish to know of the location the tower?'
Now, it became a game. If one didn't want their words heard it was easy to suppress one's speech, but one's thought stream was a different beast entirely. However, a skilled Wizard had their safeguards for these means of interrogation.
'The Image of a Thunderstorm at Night, the Symbol of Chaos. The superior man is diligent and sincere, bringing order to the discord . . . Call to the Phoenix for rebirth from the ashes . . .'
Mallory was left to half-formed imagery, plastered atop feelings, rising and sinking. To fantasia.
A blot on a map, east of Lac Dinneshere. A stone formation, jutting in a large field of open tundra. A gray-haired woman with an eye patch. The tortured screams of a man afflicted by Power Word: Pain.
And while the Simulacrum kept reciting its memorized scripture it simultaneously attempted to push Mallory out of its mind. But its thoughts were anchors, and her latch was tenacious. It failed, as yet more imagery and feelings stirred.
A Tiefling with a face as pale as snow, wielding terror as a blunt instrument. Runes etched in a swirling pattern within a chamber, converging around a golden crystal disk. A burning desire to climb atop and become authentic.
'Think not of Sunblight' was the last thought Mallory could hear before the Simulacrum managed to wrest Mallory away. It was left heaving for air, and for the rest of the evening it would not utter another word.
Summarized, Mallory learns:
- The approximate location of the tower and what its exterior looks like.
- Of two people associated with the Arcane Brotherhood; the albino Tiefling and the woman with the eye patch.
- Dzaan recently tortured someone for information.
- A rune chamber exists within the tower, and it is the Simulacrum's immediate goal.
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