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Mercedes goes to prison

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• PM To Join • A Shark without Teeth is Just Fresh Fish (Mercedes)

Postby Aegis » Fri May 11, 2018 1:06 am

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Ashan 65, 718
Mercedes awoke sometime after his trial, chained up, deprived of his elements due to his attempted suicide. His arms were chained to his sides, his hands strapped shut in fists with leather, his legs chained together, and his mouth gagged. He could feel himself being dragged, laying on the floor of a metal cage. There were cuffs of paradigm about his wrist. Just as the ring of paradigm does, it sealed away his witchbrands, his mutations, his magic, and cut him off from his spark. He was normal.

Looking around, he'd see the swirling snow as the Enormowl carried his cage beneath it over the Scalvoris Mountains. It was frigid up here, and with the thin air, the mouth gag, breathing was incredibly difficult. Soon, he'd see a massive building in the distance, built into the side of a mountain approaching. The owl swooped down, then fluttered upon the roof, lowering him gently. His cage was dropped into the back of a cart, being pulled by mountain rams. This cart was taken down a series of ramps, through locked doors, gates, and neverending halls. Mercedes would be able to see the money flowing through this place. Nels being hauled around by the wagon load, gems the size of his head being put onto shelves behind bars.

He was brought into an ornate room, carved of rainbow hued marble. His cage was unlocked, a noose upon a pole stuck in, put over his head. He was then dragged out of his cage by a big, beefy, armored guard, and forced to his feet. The lines for the overseers were longer than when Maxine had come through. Mercedes, being delivered by owl, came during the rush, and deliveries, shipments, employee shift changes, etc. So a few breaks passed as he was forced to stand there in silence, held in control by the two guards with him. Once he was brought forward to the overseer, a tall woman with a hawk's nose, who just stared at him, before being handed a scroll. She read over it, then looked at him once more.

"Mercedes, no known last name, Defier. Found guilty of inciting a riot, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest, and hosting a protest in Scalvoris Town without a permit. For these crimes, you've been given a sentence of 1 arc. This time begins immediately, and you will serve it out in level seven."

She waved over a guard, smiling lightly, briefly as he carried over a large wooden crate with the name Mercedes' upon it. It was empty. "Place the rest of your belongings, including your clothing into the crate. We will provide you a robe to clothe yourself. Your belongings will be put into storage, and returned to you upon your release. On Ashan 65, 719, a contingent of guards will come to level seven, and announce your name for your release. You will have twenty-four breaks to answer the call. If not, we will assume you have no desire for release. During your stay, you will be provided with a pickaxe and a shovel, so that should you wish mine, you may. We strongly recommend this, as it is a highly successful therapy task, and has helped many a lost criminal."

She nodded at the two guards, who proceeded to unlock and undo all of Mercedes restraints, including his cuffs of paradigm, for they knew it took time for any of the magic to truly come back, and by that time, he'd be safe within level seven. "You may now give a name of one person you wish to be brought here upon your release date. We will reach out to them with the best of our ability, and arrange for their transport here."

The woman signed the scroll and rolled it up, as she waited for Mercedes to strip, and for the guards to search his person roughly. Once they were satisfied he had nothing on him, he was handed his robe, and cuffed once more at the wrists. Two guards waited on him, to escort him down below to Level Seven. His overseer looked at him one last time, "May you learn your lesson, Mercedes."
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Postby Mercedes » Fri May 11, 2018 8:39 pm

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The sorcerer awoke with his mouth full; suspended in mid-air with a lack of freedom to move. He was obviously in a much higher altitude than he belonged, and did not bother to thrash or make any attempt to escape. He was being moved to a new location, and when he looked down; he saw the restraints. The elements feared mages just as much as they needed them. They had the right to be afraid of Mercedes; if he had not been cut off from Defiance, he might have slain several people on the way down. Mundane people were simply tools, and needed to be broken. The Elements were cowards, and arresting a man for speaking in public rather than executing him for treason was foolish. He would eventually escape, and become the bane of their nightmares. Mercedes was no forgiving character, and certainly did not forget.

Those who chose to be his adversaries would pay with their lives. The sorcerer had every intention to viciously punish everyone around him. He cared not where he ended up, but as they spoke about his “Charges” he chuckled. Initially, when he arrived, and did not see Maxine he grew concerned. All of these people; to include the bitch with the animal face were fools. They arrested the wrong man, and he would prove that in due time. As his restraints were undone, and a “Crate” with his name written on it were placed in front of him. This was supposed to teach him a “Lesson”; they arrested a man guilty of not raising a fist and sentenced him to an arc in prison? The only “lesson” that would come from this situation will come from the end of The Elements. The sorcerer spoke aloud; as he truly had nothing on his person. “You are all a bunch of fucking cowards. I look forward to slaughtering every single one of your families. You fucks better extend that sentence, because if I get out.. You will have hell to pay.” The sorcerer spoke with no look of shame on his visage.

Everything that he knew was gone; they took Maxine away from him. He lost part of himself when he could no longer find her. She took all of his charges, and made herself far more guilty than she truly had been. The sorcerer stripped himself of the leather clothing riddled with holes, and took the robe. The robe had likely been more high quality than the leather garments he wore. As they handed him the robe, he put it on, and proceeded forward alongside the guards. He could say no more, and did not bother to make any more rash comments. The sorcerer accepted that he had been defeated. The council members, the elements, and practically all of Scalvoris turned their backs on him. They were entirely too foolish to see what they had done wrong. Rather than allow the truth to be spoken; they silenced him with violence when he raised no
fist.

Where are you, Maxine.. Come back to me..

"And by the way... Bring Sephira to me on the day of my Release.."
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Postby Aegis » Sun May 20, 2018 1:08 pm

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"Sephira..." The Overseer looked through the scroll once more, "Ah yes, Blackwood. We will make the arrangements."

The two guards led Mercedes through the excessively complex maze of gates, locks, chains, double backs, and guards. It was obvious just how insane these people were about security. Mercedes would be able to see a guard approach a gate that was chained and locked, where he removed the chain, and proceeded deeper in the maze and applied the chain to another gate, and then went back to his original post, without informing anyone of the change. It was clearly part of the process down here.

Once through the maze, Mercedes was led down a set of stone carved steps, and stopped before a massive gate. It was activated somewhere within the stone walls, and the gate began to swing open slowly, and he was pushed through the first. Once it shut, the second opened up, and so on and so forth, until they were finally through the gate and in Level 1. The guards steered him along, letting him see the cushy cells, the inmates playing catch with a ball, and one even feeding some strange sheep like creature that appeared to be its pet. One prisoner even waved at them, and the guard nodded at him.

Once through Level 1, Mercedes was brought down another steep flight of stairs, and stopped before another set of gates, just like the first. A smirking redheaded woman stopped there, "25,000 golden nels." Without a word more, she left, and the gates creaked open. Level 2 was no playground like Level 1. The walls were scored with pickaxe marks, and there were no torches in the walls here. The guards carried a torch, not for themselves, but to intentionally allow the newest prisoner to see what he had gotten himself into. The prisoners down here were a lot skinnier than the level one inmates, dirty, scarred up, flinching at the bright light exposing them.

Down another set of stairs and gates, and into Level 3. As a murderer, Mercedes would be able to sense his own kind here. One prisoner was scrambling about, screaming about not be able to hear anything. As they got close, they could see that a piece of wood had been slammed through his skull, and somehow the man hadn't died yet. The guards past by without a care in the world, offering no help nor even a mercy killing.

Through the stairs and gates, Mercedes was led into Level 4. Level four was filled with smoke and smog, thick, hot, and choking. It smelled of rotten eggs, and was nauseating. It stuck to his skin, and permeated every pore and orifice. It would take many trials to shake this stench without a proper bath. And yet, the guards didn't even increase the frequency of their blinking, nor protect their breathing. It seemed they were rather used to it.

Through the stairs and gates, Mercedes was led into Level 5. Here, the heat felt like the inside of an oven, a volcano. There was a bit of natural light on this level, given off magma vents, with a variety of beast and people alike being roasted over them. A man could be seen chomping on a cooked Avriel wing, using one hand to raise his middle finger at the guards and Mercedes.

Another set of stairs and gates, Level 6 stunk. Not just stunk, but was truly the most horrid stench a person could imagine. It was like a chamberpot, mixed with foreign food, slathered in vomit, and cooked at a low temperature. But the workers down here were orderly, organized, working together. It was... strange.

And finally, Mercedes was taken down a set of stairs that took a full break to climb down. He was led off to the side of the gate, and presented before a large Ithecal man with hard eyes. His cuffs were removed, and the traveling guards departed. Behind the Ithecal was an empty table and a cart, "Normally we would offer you a better deal in honor of your arrival. We don't get many brought down to us, and certainly not two in one day, quite rare. I do apologize for that, I hate to deprive you of a chance that every other prisoner received, but shit happens. Your only choice available is payment. If you take it, you will remove your robe, and bend over that cart there. Those who wish to use your body, will, and will deposit gems or ores into this cart afterwards. These will be used to lower your tab, thus enabling an earlier release. Once they are finished with you, you will be sent through the gates. If you choose against it, we will give you your shovel and pickaxe now and let you go on your way. This is entirely up to you. You're the criminal, not us. The decision is yours, Mercedes."
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Postby Mercedes » Sun May 20, 2018 1:53 pm

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Mercedes paid close attention to the details of each and every floor he had been guided down. There were differences in security level upon all of them. The people who ran the prison had an obvious interest in keeping their inmates confined. The first level appeared to have been nothing but a joke made for those who committed petty crimes. This was a sanctuary, a home for the people who were to be released in trials. The second floor however, had not been so friendly with several obvious differences such as the malnourished of people on the floor. This was an entirely different realm from the outside world, and nothing but the beginning of his torment. His way out would simply be to pay or do his time in a single arc. He was due to pay 25,000 golden nels back to the prison as to remove himself early. However, he only needed to serve an arc and survive for a somewhat extended period of time. The people on the second floor already show harsh battle-signs, raccoon eyes, scarring, and incredibly pale skin. They could never exist in their peak form here; there simply was not enough light to keep them alive.

The third level was meant to punish those who committed murders the crimes increased in severity as the depths were taken continuously. The third were people similar to him; however, they knew nothing about the several other crimes he had been guilty of. He was a murderer several times over, far more than a vast majority of those here. The guards carried a light source as to showcase a prisoner that ran about complaining about his inability to hear. Yet, upon closer inspection even Mercedes saw a large piece of wood that had punctured his skull. He would eventually succumb to his injuries, and the sorcerer chuckled at the thought of this vacation. If he were surrounded by people like himself; motivated to exit this horrid place to return to the surface they would kill without hesitation. He needed violent criminals, thieves, murderers, drug addicts, and everything else in between.

Some trial, Mercedes would escape long before his sentence of one arc had been up. He would relentlessly kill every soul that kept him trapped. The sorcerer began to conjure up a plan; as to how he would unleash hell upon the elements. They would pay for imprisoning a man guilty of nothing beyond delivering a motivational speech to the people. Someone had to know that he was correct to riot, to be upset, or to be angry about the entirety of the situation. Rather than make amends, the elements chose to silence the truth that exited his lips. They would all be slain, and all of his adversaries would lay in puddles of their own blood.

Level four smelled horrifying, and the warmth felt like home for him. However, the scent was so pungent that it refused to leave his body as they carried on. He blinked violently and hacked as he inhaled the disgusting air. He could have retched, and offered vomit to the escorts to either side of him. That had to have been the worst fate of all; to be placed on the fourth floor where breathing was virtually impossible. They carried on to the fifth level, and the heat intensified only to feel absolutely amazing. Could he be left on the fifth level where he could practically feel the sting of flame against his skin as he bypassed it? He felt more comfortable here as opposed to any of the previous levels, and would happily stay there.

Level six smelled worse than the fourth level, and this time he offered a gag to the men that escorted him down. However, on this level the prisoners seemed to be a cohesive unit. Perhaps they were all far more powerful, and organized previously than they lead on. The other levels had food, and other resources that could be used to sustain the prisoners. The same certainly could not have been said about the seventh level, the beneath of the beneath. He noticed the sudden drop in temperature on the seventh level. However when he finished the one break journey down to the seventh level; his legs burned and stung with every step that he took. The guards must have been incredibly durable and skilled to endure travels like this every single trial without issue.

The ithecal that rested at the empty table alongside a cart spoke about him almost as if to praise him. “Honor of your arrival” what had Mercedes done worthy of any sort of honor? He was no hero, and obviously when he tried to be one he was swiftly brought down by the elements. There were obviously not very many prisoners worthy of visiting the seventh level. There were seven levels of varying security, and those who chose to come here were the most powerful of them all obviously. They probably had other means of keeping these prisoners within the confides of the earth.

“How about you fuck off, you fucking coward. I'm going to fucking destroy you too. Give me my shit and get me the fuck down there. Fuck all of you, and you can tell your queer friends that want to fuck me to kill themselves first. Because the moment I'm touched I will fight you all until you are forced to kill me. “
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