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Seeking Perfection V


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High above the waiting masses in the palace of justice, above the guards and floating officials, in the ethereal heights of the tower and probably not even within the visible spectrum, one smiling sapiarch registrated the activation of Lion-like-Soul. There was nothing special about a teleporter in use, except one of the travelers being a Khajiit and one an Altmer with the serial number 141 RK 91. He couldn't help it, he had to express the feeling of triumph by a smile, even when nothing was accomplished yet. This was merely the first hammer blow. It had been questionable whether Andarcya would really leave. But as she did now, however, the ore would leave his forge and he could only hope that the fires of war blazed hot enough to complete his tool. Indeed, a tool to chase away so called 19 RK 544. He thought back to the two little close-to-insubordinate officials and their cowardly colleague. If they only knew... they would find his plan delightful. How could 19 RK 544 even dare to exist after the continent having stained her, breaking into the order of the Blessed Isles, proclaiming herself queen? By what? By birth? The sapiarch's smile vanished.

"What has come over you, father?"

The sapiarch turned to the other person in the place one could have called a bureau.

"Nothing. I simpy do not want to keep my precious face flinched all the time. And I don't want you to call me father. Your father is dead. I am your sapiarch."

"And once I rule you will be the sapiarch of us all."

The sapiarch smiled again. The Prince and this warrioress... they both had an odd addiction to their father. It was easy to use the Prince, as he was his "father". But finally he had found a way to utilise them both.

"Quite a commotion I have heard of today. The individual 141 RK 91 (further on Andarcya)? Yes, that was the number... Nearly caused a battle due to individual RK UH HWH 54 NCH 18's (further on Ruwenmar) banishment. What about him?"

The sapiarch turned to the Prince. He didn´t like such questions. Such only lead to rumours....

"A simple heretic and insane artist, who was detained and now banished."

"Banished? How odd."

"Indeed"

"Why not executed as usual?"

"Andarcya requested his imprisonment instead of his death. Finally, we decided to banish him."

"Hmm."

Another sapiarch appeared in the place. Floating folders and pieces of parchment followed him while he floated towards the sapiarch and the Prince.

"Salutatory actions to you, precious colleague."

"Salutatory actions to you, too."

The sapiarch's face turned back into an unflinched, perfect Aldmeri face as he looked at the folders the other brought to his bureau.

"What do you have for me?"

The other sapiarch raised his hands. Folders and pieces of parchment floated through the air, hovering in front of him. While leafing through several folders the other sapiarch shook his head.

"I'm not sure about it... but I'm afraid a mistake has slipped into our data. Into your data. I have heard that you ordered the banishment of Ruwenmar. There is no documented transport of Ruwenmar, neither the documented order of his banishment."

The other sapiarch looked up from his documents.

"This mistake must be eliminated."

Materialism! The sapiarch had forgotten to actually banish Ruwenmar. He was still hermetically sealed in himself in his cell beyond the light. Andarcya didn't have any doubt about the scroll he gave her. But as now his colleague knew Ruwenmar was still here, others would get to know, too. He had to act, before a rumour was spread. That would pull Andarcya back to Alinor like a candle a moth.

"Now? Did you ever order the banishment?"

The other sapiarch waited for an answer, while the sapiarch next to the Prince was busy to keep emotions from showing on his face.

"Indeed. I gave the order, yes. It was handed to the responsible authority and should by now have been carried into execution."

"I don't doubt your words. Still, there is no proof for this order. Therefore, the convict Ruwenmar was not banished."

"Not? Banished?"

The other sapiarch nodded.

"Furthermore, there is another problem: an official was assaulted due to a scroll containing the information of Ruwenmar being banished. This information was given by you. You claim Ruwenmar to be banished and spread the information about his banishment. Precious colleague. Not only that you caused damage with your course of actions... one could call a person doing such on purpose... a liar."

The sapiarch winced. He hadn't calculated for this case. Spreading false information was a capital crime for an official. And for a sapiarch it could endanger his position. He tried to prevent sweat from appearing on his forehead, but unfortunately he failed.

Suddenly the Prince raised his voice.

"Do you suggest my... this sapiarch is a liar?"

The other sapiarch turned to the Prince, obviously unhappy about the interference.

"No. But, whoever you are, I suggest you should refrain from this palace's internal affairs. You aren't even an official. Bringing unauthorized people to the higher levels? Another point that throws a disadvantageous light onto my colleague...."

But the Prince would continue after looking at the sapiarch he considered to be his father.

"Why so complicated? The order of this man's banishment is questionable. The most simple course of actions would be to check the convict's cell."

The other sapiarch made a gesture. The parchments floated into their folders, which clapped and sealed themselves.

"Indeed. I can't deny the brilliance of this idea, young man. I will immediately betake myself to Ruwenmar´s cell and inspect it. And I would like you to follow me."

The Prince nodded and placed his hand on "his" sapiarch's shoulder.

"Of course. We will follow."

The sapiarch swallowed. The truth would come out. And that just because he had forgotten to give an order by time. His position... lost. His plans... lost. And on top of it all, the other sapiarch would humiliate him now with the presence of Ruwenmar. He anathematised his fate and his "son" as he left his bureau following his colleague wordlessly and fatalistically.

While floating through the palace of justice the sapiarch took a last glance at all the officials crossing their way. At the waiting masses. The proud walls of crystal and glass ascending into the very sky.

This all could have belonged to him.

Finally they reached the cell block behind the light. The other sapiarch commanded a hovering guard to lead them to the certain cell containing Ruwenmar. Soon they found the right cell, as there weren't many. There was no reason to have many cells. There were only few criminals on Alinor and the most criminals were executed on sight. The other sapiarch turned to them.

"Now we shall see... Open the door, guard!"

The sapiarch closed his eyes. He could bear this farce no more. Ruwenmar wasn't banished. Whom was he fooling? Nobody. He heard the guard opening the door by desolidifying the elliptical-made sunlight that surrounded the cell. Then he heard a sound of surprise. Probably his "son", who had realized his "father" was a liar.

"I knew it all along."

A slightly taunting voice. The other sapiarch. Who else. The sapiarch knew he had to face the truth. He opened his eyes.

"I... I am so sorry to have..."

But then he saw it.

The cell was empty. Ruwenmar... was not in it. The sapiarch looked to his "son", then to his colleague, who probably looked as disbelieving as he did. It had been the Prince who spoke the words and the other sapiarch who uttered the sound of surprise. There was no doubt, this was the right cell. How could that be? One couldn't escape these cells; this was more than impossible. His thoughts were racing as he reconsidered his situation.

" ...caused such confusion. I'm pretty sure my order got lost somewhere along its way. I should have cared for it myself."

The other sapiarch turned to him, with a face flinched by surprise.

"Well, convict Ruwenmar is banished, obviously. That was everything? Something else you want to discuss with me, precious colleague?"

The other sapiarch shook his head while slowly floating backwards. Then he braced himself, turning his face into a mask again, and floated away.

"I knew that this all was just a misunderstanding. When I am King, I will reform the organization of the palace of justice to avoid such mistakes in the future."

"What a wise course of actions."

Now the sapiarch could even smile again. He didn´t knew what has happened, but it saved his life. Well, at least his reputation and his plans. His eyes fell on the empty cell. It must be a nightmarish experience to be forced to spend weeks, months or years of immobility within the walls of such a cell. Suddenly he noticed little spots or markings on the perfect plain walls.

"Why don't you return to my bureau? I will follow... in no time."

The Prince nodded and floated away, too. Now the sapiarch was alone at the cell, beside the guard.

This was odd. Cells weren´t supposed to have spots. Throwing a wary glance at the guard before entering he floated closer and inspected the ominous marks. Drawings. There were little drawings of faces on the transparent walls. That Ruwenmar seemed to have drawn them. He was an artist, of course, and who else should have done it? But how was he able to bring a piece of coal or somthing else for drawing in here? And how was he even capable of moving?

What a mystery.

The sapiarch took a closer look at the faces:

A laughing face. A crying face. And a mad face.
This post was last modified: August 22nd 2013, 03:38 AM by Idriar


Who controls the Septim crown?
Who keeps the Allesian Heresy down?
We do, we do

Who knocked Yokuda off the maps?
Who keeps the Dwemer under wraps?
We do, we do

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Brilliant wording, brilliant sub-plot, brilliant characterisation. Nothing really more to say apart from...Altmer creep me out...


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Now grammatically correct, thanks to @Octagonapus97 ;)


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Who knocked Yokuda off the maps?
Who keeps the Dwemer under wraps?
We do, we do

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By arrow. By blade.
By tooth. By claw.
By shock. By frost. By flame.
The Aldmeri Dominion will dominate Tamriel.
Our enemies will fall until the Throne is ours.

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(July 14th 2013, 11:08 PM)Octagonapus97 Wrote: [Image: Oh_stop_it_you.png]

Madness?

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