[Celestial Arms 2 | Solo] An Old Friend - Part 3

[Saber]

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[attr="class","nameBox"]Saber
Level 90 -- Assassin

[attr="class","statBox"]Words: [878]

Tags: [Solo]

Skills Used: [N/A]

Notes: [Returning to the Mansion]

[attr="class","titleBox"]This broken glass is all I've got left!

[attr="class","textBox"]“Elfboi, what is this madness?” The trio came to a halt as they approached the mansion, stopping in their tracks as the sound of a party filled their ears. At first they passed it off as a group of Adventurers enjoying their night after a long day of fighting or just because, but as they drew closer to the mansion they realized that the noise was coming from the mansion itself. When the building finally came into view, the mansion was a sight in of itself. The windows were alight with various Persons of the Earth mingling within, Adventurers passed in and out of the doors peacefully, and the air was much lighter than Saber remembered. The Assassin narrowed his eyes and beckoned the squirrel to continue on. The squirrel did so and carried his passengers up to the main gate of the mansion where they finally dismounted. Saber aided Lotus as she climbed down, the woman heaving issues as she also attempted to keep her skirt down. Saber ignored that fact and simply pulled her off the squirrel.

“Lotus, keep your eyes open for any Noble Landers. I want you to try and find out as much information as you can about this area. Try to learn its history. If they mention something about a war or some strong force coming through, pry.” At his orders, Lotus nodded.

“I assume what you saw has to do with this world’s past?” It was Saber’s turn to nod and the Assassin looked up towards the Mansion. What he had seen was fairly close to that, but he had a feeling that the land around them now was not influenced by whatever fight had occurred after that meeting. If that was the case, then Saber would have read about it at some point.

The Underground Library he lived in most of the time had an uncountable number of books and stories, and he had read many of them. Many he sought out and tried to learn whether they were fact or fiction but this was something he had never heard of before. A Noble by the name of Articus, a connection with the Purple Mansion, and some sort of fight? That type of history must have been recorded somewhere, or someone had to know it. For now, Saber would keep to the basics. The Landers were the information warehouses and Lotus was a Courtesan as well as a Merchant; she had a repertoire of tools and skills that she could use to get information from the Landers. Thus, she was much better suited for this task than Saber was. But, that was not the only task Saber had on his mind.

Saber led Lotus up the familiar main path into the mansion, pausing at the staircase as the memory of his first trip here flashed through his mind. Back then, it was an eerie and quiet place. However, once more, it called to him. The mansion pulled the Assassin through its door and coerced the Assassin to enter its walls. The Assassin and the Cleric passed by a few other Adventurers who were leaving and made their way into the center of the main hall. Lotus checked around herself and took in the sight, while Saber reoriented himself with the space. If this was the puzzle, he would have been beckoned to find a clue of sorts and would have been asked to answer some sort of question. Not this time.

“Well, I guess I’ll contact you in a bit then. I’ll do what I can, Saber.” Lotus began to walk away from Saber and paused for a moment, letting the squirrel up onto her shoulder. Saber stared at the woman, watching as she used the interface to switch her attire into something a lot more… comfortable. A skin tight dress wrapped around her feminine frame and ‘enhanced’ her features. She stepped into a pair of low-heels and put on a fedora, finishing her outfit with a fluffy jacket. The squirrel seemed visibly disturbed by the jacket but after feeling its warmth, his complaints faded. The woman strutted up the stairs and disappeared into one of the other rooms, turning back only to wink at Saber. The Assassin huffed and turned his eyes away once she was gone. With his bug now inserted into the mansion, Saber got to work.

Ever since he stepped into the mansion, he felt the pebble throb in his pocket. The Assassin also felt a slight bit of discomfort, but he hid it beneath his scarf. Now that Lotus was gone, Saber excused himself from the party and walked straight forward towards the main desk. Unlike before, the desk was now occupied by an attendant. She looked up at the Assassin and almost immediately, her eyes changed from joyful and unknowing to soft and full of remembrance; it was as if she knew him from somewhere, or at least had been made aware of whom he was. That simply change made Saber fully aware of where he now was; he was an expected guest.

“Hello, Mister Saber.” Her voice was soft and warm, but that smile of hers showed something much more sinister underneath. Saber tucked his nose into his scarf. Things just got interesting.

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[Saber]

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[attr="class","nameBox"]Saber
Level 90 -- Assassin

[attr="class","statBox"]Words: [1105]

Tags: [Solo]

Skills Used: [N/A]

Notes: [Into the Mansion]

[attr="class","titleBox"]This broken glass is all I've got left!

[attr="class","textBox"]“Mind opening the lovely door behind you?” Saber stood tall and placed his hands comfortably on the pommels of his blades, resting back on his heels as he nodded towards the wall behind the woman. She glanced over her shoulder, staring at the wall for a moment and then looked back towards Saber. Her smile grew slightly and her eyes shut; she was enjoying this it seemed. Saber rumbled a little.

“You know the rules, player.” So, they were still in place eh? Saber sighed and glanced around himself, checking the room. No one seemed to be paying much attention to him so it didn’t seem like it would matter. Even so, he kept to being discreet. If he wasn’t, then he would be tailed and that would be problematic. To keep that from happening Saber snagged a pen from the desk, scribbled down a set of words and numbers, and then slid the paper over to the woman. She glanced down at the paper, took it, and then burned it between her fingers. After doing so, the wall behind her creaked and opened, a hidden door swinging back and revealed a passage into the next room.

“Welcome back to the Mansion.” The woman guided Saber to the entrance to the desk area and then allowed him in. After he stepped through, she closed and locked the path to keep the suddenly curious players from slipping through. Saber rumbled again and passed through the door without another word. Once he was through, the entrance and his exit swung closed. Saber wasn’t bothered by that fact, however, as he expected it. Without looking back the Assassin passed into the empty dining hall and stopped in the archway, just as he had done before. He peered out into the room and took in the familiar sight. The room was large, dotted with tables and chairs, and filled with servants. This time though, the servants only glanced at him. They didn’t bother attacking him and the Goat Servants kept to themselves. They seemed visibly annoyed by his presence; they must have remembered him.

The pebble in Saber’s pocket throbbed violently and the Assassin felt his body stiffen almost reflexively. A light warmth spread from the pouch and Saber looked down at his backside as that warmth steadily coated his entire body. It wasn’t a dangerous heat but instead, it was almost like a scan of sorts. Once his entire body had been heated, the warmth retreated back into the pouch. Saber wiggled his nose and then looked forward into the room ahead of him again. He stepped out from the archway and began to stride around the room, taking in the sight of the servants working. They glanced over at him every so often by the Assassin kept his distance. He wasn’t here for a brawl like he had been before. Though, he was still curious. The Assassin walked up to the side of one of the Goat Servants and relaxed on his heels.

“May I help you with something, Elf?” The Goat didn’t looked down at Saber, as if it didn’t want to acknowledge the Assassin in the first place.

“This mansion. How long as it been here?” Saber glanced around the room, taking in the condition of the building as well as its architecture. It was nothing like the other buildings in Londinium, Avon, or Sarum. The question got the Goat Servant’s attention, and the large creature let out a light huff.

“My master has owned this building for many centuries, and we have taken care of it for almost as long.” So, the building was older than he had been led to believe and that concerned Saber even more. A year prior, the Mansion appeared out of almost thin air. One day, the space was open and full of monsters. The next, the mansion and a surrounding set of dead trees appeared. A path also appeared, guiding the curious up to its door. Based on the Servant’s words, this mansion existed for a long time, but how could that have been? If the mansion had just appeared, would it not have been young? And why did it look so old? There was only one explanation, and Saber didn’t want to say it; the mansion had traveled through time.

If that was true, then that would also explain the maze and the puzzles the previous year. It would also explain the hostility of the monsters and servants within, as well as the violence from the mansion itself. That may have also been why Saber never got to meet the owner of the building after he had completed the maze. The owner of the building, having been transported to a new rift in time, was confused and concerned about what had happened or they were simply uninformed about where they were. Not only that but he, or she, needed to know who they would potentially be dealing with in the world surrounding them. Thus, after spotting some Adventurers in the surrounding area, the unknown owner set up the puzzle maze. They had used the puzzles and the maze as a test to find out what type of people now inhabited the lands, and the Servants may not have been informed of such a thing. Or if they were in on it, they had been ordered to hinder the progress of the players. The maze would provide information of the types of people the owner would not have to deal with and would also enlighten them to the world itself and its condition. Not revealing themselves was simply for their own protection as well as a planned action. The maze was a test and from the beginning, there was no promise that the owner would be revealed.

Now he understood.

Saber nodded to himself and glanced to his left as a voice entered his mind. It was feminine;

“It seems that you have not come to party, Elf, but instead you have other business… You know how to find me.” As the voice finished, the door opened at the other end of the room and Saber’s eyes narrowed. The pebble in his pouch pulsed again and Saber clenched his teeth slightly. The Goat Servant released a light huff.

“My Master is waiting.” The Goat Servant rumbled, and Saber let out his own huff before pulled his cloak around himself. The Elf marched out of the hall and proceeded deeper into the mansion, retracting his steps all the way back to where he had gone almost exactly a year ago. This time, however, the room would not be empty.

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[Saber]

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[attr="class","nameBox"]Saber
Level 90 -- Assassin

[attr="class","statBox"]Words: [3154]

Tags: [Solo]

Skills Used: [N/A]

Notes: [The City]

[attr="class","titleBox"]This broken glass is all I've got left!

[attr="class","textBox"]The final room, the banquet hall, opened up in front of Saber like some sort of dynamic surprise. The look on Saber’s face wasn’t anything close to surprise though, but instead it was one of determination. The Assassin walked through the familiar interior of the mansion, passed through all of the tests he had previously participated in, and made his way to the end. Once again, the Assassin completed the trials of the Purple Mansion and found himself at its victory point. Inside there were a few servants once again filling the tables with food but much like before, there was no one there to feast. Saber wiggled his nose at the once more familiar sight and stepped through into the room.

As he walked, a few of the servants turned to bow at the Elf while others hurried away from him. Saber paid them no mind as he always did and promptly headed up the staircase. It was a finely carved case out of marble with comfortable red carpet laid over the top of it. Even though he had walked the same steps before, he was still amazed at how finely crafted they were along with the rest of the room. The dining hall he was now in must have been a treasured room of the owner as it was well-decorated and well-kept as compared to the others rooms Saber had walked through. That only made him wonder about the next room; the final room. The last time Saber made his way up the stairs and the last time he waited for the clock to tick down to zero, the same clock which now read the regular time, the doors did not open. It was a mystery as to exactly why they didn’t but Saber had come up with a bit of an excuse for the owner because of his previous musing. Now, though, he was going to find out.

Upon touching his boot down at the top of the stairs, Saber heard the noise of a door unlatching. The Assassin kept walking and marched up to the massive two doors in front of him and placed his hands firmly on both of them. With a heavy push, Saber opened the twin doors like he had done hundreds of others. They creaked and their hinges whined against the weight as the large doors were pried apart. Saber lowered his head and clenched his teeth, his muscles tensing up under the strain as he forced the objects apart. Once enough momentum had built up, Saber was able to shove the doors open and lifted his head back up. The instant he did, the Assassin found himself in a pitch black room. He took a few steps inside, ignoring the fact that the floor didn’t exactly exist anymore, and then sat back on his heels. Saber sat his hands on the pommels of his two swords and glanced out from beneath his hood. A few seconds later, the doors creaked again and closed shut. Saber looked back to see them close, but he didn’t move to try and chase them. There would be no point in doing so.

“Welcome back to my home, Elf.” The feminine voice called out once more to the Assassin, but this time it was real. The sound came from a specific direction, Saber’s front, instead of from his mind. This voice echoed off the walls and had a sense of volume. It was the real voice this time. Saber narrowed his eyes and looked forward in the direction the voice had clued him towards and slowly, out of the dark, the owner of the voice and of the mansion appeared. The room began to brighten but not by much. It was a very subtle and humble lighting, illuminating a large room with a center table and a slightly raised chair at the other end of it. The table was long and rectangular, with the owner sitting at the other side. This person wasn’t a person like Saber expected, but a being. The being Saber found himself in the company of was a jack-o-lantern with a body covered by a cloak with a high collar and set of clothes resembling that of a witch. Well, that explained all of the pumpkins that floated around the building.

“Please, have a seat.” The being motioned for Saber to sit at the table and left the decision of a chair open to the Assassin. Saber elected to sit opposite of the being. Many may think of this as just a choice to put Saber straight across from the being, but it was far more political than that. The chair Saber sat it held a lot more to it than just positioning. The chair put Saber on equal terms with the being across from him. The two sat equally at the table and faced each other squarely. Their chairs were of even height off the ground and both parties would have to speak loud enough for the other to hear if they wished to get a point across. Not only that, but neither would have to turn their heads uncomfortably to view the other. If you wished to address the other politely, you would have to look straight at them. If Saber had chosen any different of a seat, it would have put the other being in power, and he wouldn’t have any of that.

“The Elf whom passed through my mansion as if it was a simple stroll has decided to return.” The being motioned for one of its servants and the servant bowed. It then left the room.

“The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew you were different than the others whom had entered my lovely mansion. You walked with your head high, almost forced, and your eyes dissected the walls of this building in search of logic. You used reasoning to find your way through my halls rather than force or fantasy and kept to what you knew. Everything had its place and everything had a reason behind it. You used that way of thinking and made swift work of my maze, and your skills in battle when you had to use them were so elegant that even I was dazzled. Did you know that you completed my maze in just as much time as it took for me to make it? You were quite a fascinating specimen to watch.” As the being spoke, Saber made himself comfortable in his chair and listened quietly. It seemed as though his suspicions were correct; the being had watched the Adventurers as they went through the maze.

“But, I assume that the maze is not the reason why you have returned to me now is it?” Just as the being stated its inquiry, the same doors that the servant earlier had left through reopened. From within, a few carts with food emerged. The food was served to both Saber and the being on a set of expensive plates. Saber almost refused the feast he was provided but instead he played his part as the guest. He was hungry too, so it was fine. He dug into the well-cooked meat and nibbled at the bread, sipped the soup, and enjoyed the wine that the servants poured for him. After taking a few bites, Saber’s mind relaxed and he found himself more fit for conversation now that he had some food in his stomach. The being across from him remained patient and quiet, also digging into the meal.

“I have returned because of this.” After dabbing at his face with his napkin, Saber reached into his back pouch. From within he produced the Pebble of Philosophy, which he placed into the middle of the table directly in front of him. At the sight of the object the being sat up straight in its chair. It put down its silverware and seemed to realize the meaning of their meaning. Saber was here because of the past.

“I see. Well first allow me to introduce myself. I am known as the Trickster. I originally had a name, but it is no longer important to me or to the world. I am what you Adventurer’s call a “Person of the Land”, or a “Person of the Earth”. Yes, I reside in this world as your average being however, I do not come from the world which you know.” Saber sat down his silverware as well once he realized that the being was going to speak of its life story to give context. If he had continued to eat, the noise made by his chewing may have toned out the being’s words.

“Many years ago I lived in a city which was separated into various different districts. Each district had a color and its own philosophy behind that color. Civil war was constant and blood ran like a river at times. I lived in that time, and in the city, until I finally grew tired of it all. I cared very little for their petty fights and simply wished to live a life of peace. So, I left that city with several followers. We settled here and built this mansion as our mark on the world. Though, it was then that I learned that not only had I escaped the city’s pitiful trifles, but I had also escaped damnation.” The Trickster paused in the middle of its speech and took in a few breathes. It looked down at its hands, up towards the right wall where a picture of a beautiful port city was painted, and then finally down at the food in front of itself. Saber stared up at the portrait a little longer until the Trickster continued to speak again.

“The city was attacked by an unknown creature from the portal known as the Fairy Gate. Many of the districts sent forth men to fight the creature but the best they could do was push it back into the Gate, they could never defeat it. I was called back to the city in order to aid in its defense and I initially promised my support. But, after further research, I learned that my home was not the only city affected by such powerful beings. I sent forth my underlings to investigate the various different Gates and found that there were many more creatures that existed, not just the one at my home. Thus, I directed whatever strength my underlings could muster to the lands beyond. I sent them to where they were needed most and forsake my home in order to protect those who could not protect themselves…” Suddenly, the Trickster drew quiet. The air in the room became heavy and Saber could feel the sorrow in the being’s words as it spoke. The silence lasted for a long time, several minutes, but eventually the Trickster was able to pull itself together.

“News of the city being destroyed reached me shortly after, but I already knew. They had labeled me an exile while before the city was destroyed and none of my followers were allowed near the city without being threatened with the gallows. It was then, that I made my decision. My mistake was something I could not fix but it was a burden I would carry. I sent all of my remaining followers back to my home city and ordered them to help the survivors that may have been there, if there were any. Once they were gone, I closed the doors to my home and performed an action that changed my fate. I took the name Trickster, the brand my city had given me, and used all of the magic I could muster to bring me into another time. I expected to go backwards, but instead I went forward in time, and that has brought me here.” The Trickster stood up, pushing the chair beneath it back several inches as it planted its hand firmly on the table. The jack-o-lantern head stared down at the food in front of the being and it let out a heavy breath.

“I came here in search of people that could do what I could not, people that could save my city. Instead, I found myself simply bathed in grief. I could no longer call myself a human and slowly, I lost that humanity. I could not even look at myself in the mirror without wanting to curse myself. But then, I found you; beings of power that I could never imagine. The others like me, People of the Land, call you all ‘Adventurers’ and some look to you as gods. You are strong and you all possess powers that many like me give their lives for. You, you are the people I prayed that I would find.” The Trickster lifted its head and stared across the table towards Saber, who had now learned the position he was in. He knew what was coming.

“Elf, you may think of me as a coward or a fool or whatever else you wish… but please… I need your strength. Please, Elf. I beg of you. Will you hear my request?” The Trickster lifted its head to look towards the Assassin, whom had already processed all of the information provided to him. This building was as he expected. It came from another time and its owner had used the maze within as a test. However, the reasoning behind it all was much more. The Trickster was looking for beings that could potentially be powerful enough to save its own world. Was that why Saber and the other two players met up in the banquet hall? Was that the reason for the clock? Was that clock a cut-off timer where those who made it would be brought in by the Trickster and then sent to do its bidding, and all others were teleported out of the mansion as failures? Maybe, but maybe it was something else. Maybe it was as the Trickster said; all just a test to see what kind of people these ‘Adventurers’ were. After observing them for a long enough time, the Trickster decided that these ‘Adventurers’ were perfect for the job, but had simply no idea how to talk or communicate with them.

Saber sighed and looked up to his left towards the distant portrait. That must have been the Trickster’s home. It was a beautiful city and one that reminded Saber of Margate, except Margate was not divided like the Trickster said theirs was. No, Margate was a peaceful city once the Ravens were dealt with. If the Trickster was so willing as to put its own comfortable life on the line for that city, then the pressure they must have felt every morning must have been greater than Saber could even imagine. The Assassin pulled his lips into a thin line and leaned back in his seat. It was weird, but Saber could connect with the Trickster. He was pretty similar to the being.

Saber lived in the world of Elder Tale as an Adventurer, but he was an outcast. He didn’t party with anyone and didn’t share any amazing adventures. He didn’t get messages from people calling him to different locations for things and wasn’t dragged along on any kind of expeditions. Saber lived a quiet life, one that he had chosen in a way and one that he had no qualms with. Sometimes though, he wished he had chosen differently. He wished he had hit ‘accept’ instead of ‘deny’ on some of those friend requests he received and wished he had stayed in a few parties a little longer, but he never did fully regret his choices. Even though he was labeled a soloist and loner who had no one really to rely on, Saber would give his life to defend his fellows without hesitation. No matter if they hated him, or if they pitied him; Saber would draw his blades to protect himself, his city of Londinium, and everyone who lived within its walls. That was the one thing that he could truly be proud of, out of everything, and it gave him strength. Seeing the Trickster do the same for his city, Saber didn’t even have to think about his answer.

“Show me the way.” Saber pushed himself out of his own chair and stood tall. He adjusted his clothes and gear and then looked up to see the Trickster staring back at him. The Assassin nodded and the depressed look on the jack-o-lantern’s face grew a bit healthier.

“Thank you, Elf.” The Trickster spoke as it bowed, but Saber only rumbled in response.

“Thank me after your city is saved. Now tell me, where am I going and how am I getting there?” Finally, what Saber really cared about; the logistics. Now that he was going along with the Trickster’s plan he needed information. Saber needed to know about the city and what it was as well as its name. He also needed to know how the hell he was going to get to it. If he was correct, the city right now was in pieces thus, Saber would have to time-travel to actually get there.

“The city is known as Lonsdale. It is a good distance north of here but don’t worry, I will be transporting you there with magic. I will be sending you directly back in time to just before the city is attacked. I don’t know what will happen or where exactly you will be placed, but be ready. I have also provided a map for you, just in case.” As they spoke, the Trickster called for a servant to step forward. The servant walked up to Saber and passed the Elf a large piece of parchment. Upon unraveling it, Saber found himself looking at the same map he had seen in his vision of the meeting. So, the map he say was of Lonsdale? Then that meant the men he saw talking were also from that city…

“Anything else I should know?” At his question, the Trickster shook its head. Saber looked back down at the map and stared at it, analyzing it thoroughly before finally rolling it up and tucking it into his belt. He looked up towards the Trickster once more and then again towards the portrait.

“Alright. Do whatever you do for the teleport. Is there some kind of Gate I have to jump through?” As Saber spoke, he stared at the portrait. However, he realized that the servants were all backing away from him. Curious, the Assassin looked towards the Trickster. The moment he did, he realized why the servants were backing off. Saber’s eyes open and then the Trickster’s hands flashed as it finished the spell. Before Saber could say anything, the room flashed right before his eyes and then it all disappeared.

“I DON’T EVEN GET A WARNING?!”

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