Elijah woke up in bed, very hot from the abnormal temperatures in the underground city of Melire. He was not using the blanket that had been provided, and he was spread as wide as possible. But at least he was on a proper bed. "This is the best day ever!"
Elijah got dressed and walked out into the dining room, where he saw Braen, cleaning the dishes from the previous night's partying. "Good morning!" Elijah said cheerfully, walking and sitting by the counter.
Braen turned his head and nodded with a grunt, then turned fully when he finished cleaning the last glass.
"So, fledgling, what plans have ye se'?"
"Have any exciting snuffs?"
He signaled with his head for Elijah to come forward.
"The king's sick," he whispered in Elijah's ear, "the council's been put'in i' under wraps, bu' ah was told there's even more to i'- he bin' poisoned! One o' tha brother's been lookin' into it's bin' captured. If you'd like, ah could give ye som'm special, if ye willin'na give'em a helpin' hand. Ye've something special about ye n'ah believe ye can do i', wo' say?"
"That's more like it! I love break-ins!"
"Wai'!"
Elijah didn't wait to hear the rest, rushing to get everything from his room that he'd need, he then rushed to the market to get a lockpick. Then he set off twords the castle.
Standing by the castle gates, he looked at the giant building, looking for a way through. There were eight towers, the two nearest the gate being the shortest, and the next pair taller and thicker, and so the next and the next. They formed a wall of sorts around the main body of the castle, which could only be seen from the front.
And there were windows everywhere.
Well, Elijah thought, lets start from the back!
Circling the wall, he climbed from the back, using almost imperceptible cracks between the stones as foothold and handholds. It was so fluent that if any would have noticed, it would have seemed as though he were flying. He reached the top and jumped down, pushing from the wall and rolling as he hit the ground, completely silent- so silent it was eerie.
Standing up, he looked at the tallest tower. The window was open.
Well, Elijah thought, that's an invitation.
So he started climbing again, using ornate designs and decorating as secure footing.
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Pricess Lapiese Runeruby was locked in the tallest tower, the backmost and to the left when facing the main entrance. The hight scaled up near three kilometers, connecting the ground and ceiling in a spectacular display of craftsmanship.
She had been imprisoned when she had discovered what ailed her father the king, but before she had a chance to spread the word, she'd been discovered in turn and captured, locked up in an isolated tower and transported meals three times a day by the royal mage- the perpetrator of her father's proposed 'sickness'.
Even the investigator had been captured, probably imprisoned and starved without any hope for rescue. He had warned her that those at in the Methods were few and far between, so they would likely not be able to find help should they be caught. If only she'd listened. Now, he was probably in a dungeon cell, Lapiese was in a tower cell, and both were unable to aid her father from dying. She gazed out the window, melancholy flooding her expression as she sat in her chair.
Then she heard a silent humming.
"TAdadaaaaaaaaa,
TAdadaaaaaaaaa,
TADA!"
Before she could react, two cat ears popped up from the window sill, twitching slightly, and turning in place.
Then the eyes, green, glowing and slitted, followed. They looked around as though searching for prey.
Lapiese was shocked and frightened.
Then the rest of the head came up, revealing an excited smile. "Are you a princess?"
"...y-yesss"
"Neat!" Elijah said, before pulling himself up fully.
He looked around and asked "do you know where I could find a rogue?"
"A what?"
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"You know, the sneaky guys who are good at stuff!"
Lapiese was not sure what Elijah was referring to, but she had an idea.
"Do you mean one of the Methods? Like the investigator?" She asked hopefully.
Elijah narrowed his eyes and said "I- I guess so? Is he in a dungeon captured or investigating the king's illness?"
"Yes, to both" Lapiese answered.
"Then yeah! Do you know where I could find him?"
"Are you one of the Methods as well, by chance?"
"What's this method you keep talking about? Do you have a plan?"
"A Method! Like a Warrior, yet focused on skills and precision!"
"So... a rogue?"
"Whatever you may call it, I have a favor to ask- please save my father!"
"Oh? What happened?"
"He's been poisoned! It's all the royal mage's doing!"
"Ooh a conspiracy! Neat! Lets go! To the dungeon!" Elijah pointed at the ceiling.
"Now," Elijah continued, "how do we get out?"
"How did you enter?" Lapiese asked.
"I climbed obviously," Elijah answered, to which Lapiese looked slightly incredulous. "Can you climb down?" Elijah asked.
Lapiese shook her head.
Elijah had noticed the door but he assumed it was locked- otherwise, who'd bother putting a princess in a tower? No one, that's who.
He walked over and examined the lock- it looked complex, and that was without the glowing runes carved all over the door.
"Any way to open the door?" He asked.
"Nay, I'm afraid the mechanisms involved are more complicated than I can handle," Lapiese answered.
"So you're like, totally hopeless right?"
"Pardon, what?"
"Here, grab my hand!" Elijah held out his hand.
"Why?"
"Don't you want to get out of here?"
Lapiese pursed her lips and reluctantly moved forward, taking hold of the weird man's outstretched hand.
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In an instant, they teleported outside the door.
Lapiese gasped in shock. "To the dungeon!" Elijah looked left and right, glancing down the respective hallways. "Where's the dungeon?"
When Lapiese caught her breath, she answered "to the left."
"To the dungeon!" Elijah walked right, then changed direction mid-step when he realized that was the wrong way.
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