Recudor: Woods & Mountains wrote:Sartana takes down some people in his blood lust, managing to at least tag another 6 people. Unsure whether they are dead or simply wounded as he switches to the other rifle he notices the sheer mass of people below him. With both groups together it must be a good 50-60 people, far more than he could realistically handle by himself.
Surprisingly the group doesn't really fight back, with some of the men and women scrambling for cover and throwing their weapons aside. It is only then when Sartana hears Anna's by now almost crazed and hysteric laughing that the thought creeps through his mind that most of these workers might either be abducted or forced to work here, or simply have no other choice given their situation.
A sharp pain suddenly runs through his entire body and he feels the sudden intense headache. His vision blurs as he struggles to stay conscious but another heavy blow to the back of the head finally knocks him out.
The faint ringing of bells in the distance finally causes Sartana to wake. Given the circumstances of his knock-out he feels surprisingly well rested though the thought strikes him like a dagger. Bells? Had he not just moments ago been inside the depths of a mine, far into the mountains?
He rights himself up to the soft humming of a young girl. It's Anna, who is sitting on the futon adjacent playing about with a small golden chain.
The two of them seem to be in a cell of sorts. It's not very dirty, and it doesn't smell. But it is dark, and only the faintest light shines through the tiny air window adjacent from the metal door denying them exit.
Sartana is about to open his mouth before Anna lifts a finger in warning. Moments later she dissolves into Shadows just in time for someone to bang at the door.
"Hey you!" someone yells from outside. "There's someone that wants to see you." the guy says and begins to unlock the door.
In the back of his mind Sartana can hear Anna's faint speech; "Do me a favor and don't resist~ I'll need you to go see this man. And you will want to as well if you want to make it out of here in one piece."
The door then swings open and some kind of guard stands before them. The guard is wearing some fine robes and basic plating. His attire is clearly not meant for combat but only for struggles. And on that note he casts a swift spell, binding Sartana's hands together with an ethereal chain.
"Come with me." the man says lackluster and leads Sartana out of the cell.
A good long walk and several flights of stairs later the Guard and Sartana leave the cells of the dungeon behind them, entering into a finely dressed room. Everything in here is spit-clean and shiny, giving the place a very elegant contrast. There are some fine blue carpets rolled out on top of neatly polished marble and statues of knights in various poses line each side of the great hall. The Guard leads him through the hall, across the fancy carpet, to another door which leads to yet another similar, if smaller, hallway.
Here Sartana can look out of the windows, seeing nothing but the ocean and the clouds outside. It's either evening, or morning. Either way the sun is low on the horizon.
The two continue to walk down this smaller corridor until they get to a rather plain white door which the guard promptly opens revealing a small room with a modest oak desk. "Sir." the guard says and shoves Sartana inside the room before closing the door behind him.
Sartana is left with another man in the room, donning a white and blue robe with clashing purple accents. The man's outfit is very bright and vibrant. Royal even, if he didn't know any better. He has a long ponytail and a cleanly shaven face, and the eyes of wolf. A real life wolf in sheep's clothing, as Sartana's natural killer instinct told him at first glance.
"Sit." the man gestures, before taking a seat opposite to Sartana. "You, too." he then adds, after which shadows flow upon the chair next to Sartana, revealing Anna sitting with her legs crossed sipping a cup of tea.
"Would you like some tea?" the man asks, pouring a cup in-front of the two and leaning forward to hand it to Sartana. He waits a brief moment, then smiles at the fact that he knew Sartana's hands were bound. "I suppose not." he continues and takes a sip himself, taking a moment to savor the smell and flavor.
"It's been a day since you were brought here..." he begins, putting his cup down on a saucer. "...Where you ask? That's up to interpretation, although you will no doubt know yourself when leaving shortly."
He reaches below the desk where a bag of goods is laying about and pulls out a few items. Sartana's Gun. Two identical Black Books and finally the White Claw's four barreled Pistol.
"I believe these are yours?" he asks with a casual nod and rests each piece on the table. He then throws Sartana a sharp almost dangerous gaze.
"What do you suppose you will be doing once you leave this establishment?"
