arrow Forest.
Mexico.
In a safe, secretive, location, what remained of Adrian's
group, began tinkering away at the chest. At first, they each took a turn swinging at the lock, with whatever they had, and with all the strength they could muster. The first child had a simple club, that resembled a leg of a table, after concentrating, he began swinging, hitting the massive lock until his arm grew tired. Upon inspecting the undamaged lock, the next child took his place, he had a sword, old and rusted. It could surely still take a life, but it too didn't scathe the lock, instead, the blade chipped away each time it had made contact. Leaving the child demoralized and without a practical weapon. Giving up, the final child stepped up, he had the mightiest weapon of all, an axe. Stolen from a guard's corpse, blood from one of their own still stained the otherwise spotless blade, taking a two handed stance, he swung, with all of his might. Colliding with the lock, forcing a ear piercing
ding, the sheer force of the collision caused vibration. Which in return caused the child to drop the weapon with an agonizing scream. They all stared at Adrian for some sort of answer, and all he offered was laughter. Not that their failure humored him, more so the situation they were in, but they too chuckled along as if they knew.
Now it was his turn, Adrian refused to leave until he knew what was inside of that chest, and that meant he had to break the lock. But after watching his companion's fail so easily, he too was discouraged, and couldn't imagine a way that he could open it. All he had was his Father's cetus',
punching the lock definitely wouldn't work, nor could he punch the chest itself. They had already tried that, the crate itself was harder than the lock, as impossible as it seemed.
"Dame el polvo." Adrian spoke, and the children looked at him curiously, up until one of them stepped forth. Snatching a small pouch from his waist, he offered it, Adrian took it hesitantly. Gripping it tightly with his right hand, he approached the chest and crouched in front of it, opening the pouch slowly, once it was open, he took the lock in his free hand. Slowly tilting the pouch, he'd pour it, accurately, into the rather large keyhole stationed on the front. Emptying roughly, half the pouch in the lock, he'd hand the bag off to the nearest child, and motion for another to come forth.
"Piedra y el acero" Adrian added in, before a wicked grin appeared, and once the object he spoke of had been offered, maniacal laughter followed. Another child approached, ripping a piece of his shirt off, he'd shove it into the keyhole and take a step back. Instantly, Adrian began striking the two together, sparking until the linen caught fire, then he fled.
BOOM!
The lock literally exploded! Adrian's prize awaited inside, and would be claimed in due time. Approaching the chest cautiously, the children gathered around behind their Leader, and observed. Kicking the top open, a enormous scroll laid within, as well as gold. Plenty of it, too, that explained why the chest had been so heavy, but that didn't surprise Adrian nearly as much as it surprised his group. They screamed with delight as they saw the gleaming yellow colored coin, celebrating, and instantly bursting into conversation about what they had planned on buying with their share. Adrian hadn't joined them in celebration, instead, he instinctively reached for the scroll that sat on top. Pausing, his hand went idle just before it touched the parchment, sighing heavily, he took hold of it. Nothing happened. Prying it from the chest, his hand clung onto it for dear life, stepping away from the chest, he motioned for his companion's to loot what remained. They did so instantly, still laughing and cheering about their find, digging into it without a care in the world. Opening the scroll, Adrian began reading it, which was impossible, due to being written in a different language. Except one line, he understood it, for it was written in his native tongue. Deciding to read it aloud, his fate was sealed.
"En el vasto y desconocido."
Much like that of a vacuum, the scroll began sucking everything in toward it, including the gold, more importantly, Adrian. Apparently, speaking the line activated some sort of trap, soon, he too would be vanishing, first went his hand, then his arm, and the remainder of his body. Shocked, Adrian's group watched in horror as their leader was eaten by the paper, but more so that their coin was being stripped away. They even went as far as trying to cling onto Adrian, pulling with all of their might, but it was no use. Their grip was broken, and Adrian vanished. The scroll hit the ground after it had vacuumed their plunder, and caught fire. Burning away into nothing but ash.
arrow Sigil, the City of Doors.
Foamy Mug Inn.
Adrian appeared, as if out of thin air, just plopped out, and rolled. Rolling until he came to a stop, in a sitting position, each leg extended before him, scroll still in hand, unopened. Coin fell from the sky, and gathered around him.
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"Please, join me; we will discuss why I have sent for you."
People were gathered around him, some sitting, some standing, and probably all staring at him now.
"¿Qué mierda?"