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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2813414" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 6: Fata Viam Invenient Continued</strong></p><p></p><p>“What in Ara’kull’s hell did you do to him?” Cassock cursed as he knelt over the prone form of Aramil. The djinni just smirked.</p><p></p><p>Cassock stood, drawing his weapon and pointing it threateningly. “<strong>What in the hells did you do to him?!</strong>”</p><p></p><p>“The compact,” the djinni spoke condescendingly, “that I am bound by specifically states in Article Three, Section Fourteen dash One Hundred and Fifty Nine that <em>‘whilst called to serve upon any of the numerous material planes, the djinni named above, formally and formerly titled as the <strong>Bonded Servant</strong>, is only beholden to the responsible individual, formally and formerly titled the <strong>Master</strong>, whom temporarily calls him or her to servitude. A Bonded Servant is therefore not required, by any statute previously created, or any statute that is as of yet created or defined, by the Temporal Registration and Licensing Committee or the Grand High Magister, itself, to perform any function or service to any associates of the Master, which include but are not limited to: friends, immediate family, distant family, enemies, or rivals of any nature.</em>” The djinni shifted his vaporous, blue legs about him as he took a deep breath. Calmly, yet with a disapproving look upon his brow, he crossed his arms and glowered at the priest.</p><p></p><p>“Uh…” Cassock said as he turned to glance at Spinum. “Can you translate?”</p><p></p><p>“Basically,” the mage spoke as the words flashed quickly through his mind again, “He doesn’t have to tell us sh*t.”</p><p></p><p>“Oh.” Cassock turned back to the djinni. “There are ways to make you tell us,” he warned.</p><p></p><p>“Doubtful,” the genie quipped. “Not that you can’t try. But I’ve dealt with much worse than you throughout the course of my employment. Besides, the code does not prevent me from speaking either condescendingly or sardonically toward you. It is completely within my purview to treat you as the inferior being that you are—within the grand scheme of what was, is, and will be—since it only states that I am not required to speak to you. I do not need to…”</p><p></p><p>“He’s stirring,” Spinum blurted, ended the outsider’s verbiage. Cassock replaced his weapon and knelt to help the rogue to his knees and then his feet. Aramil was bathed in a blue-gold radiance which quickly withdrew to nothingness as he gathered his wits about him.</p><p></p><p>“What happened?” Cassock queried.</p><p></p><p>“My worthy Master,” the djinni interrupted, throwing a childish scowl at the cleric of Cael, “You have one <em>remaining</em>. I do hope that you ask quickly. The compact specifically states…”</p><p></p><p>“The compact?” Aramil asked groggily.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, the…”</p><p></p><p>“It’s the law that binds him to the card!” Spinum screamed.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, as your scholarly friend says, the compact binds me here. It also gives a limited time during which I must remain here upon—whichever of the multiple Material planes I am on now. So, ask quickly before the period of servitude ends. Or, you could think on it for a time. I would not mind that course of action, at all. You do have to be careful of your wording or phrasing and it is so hard to…”</p><p></p><p>Aramil turned toward his friends. The djinni continued its speech, completely oblivious or just not caring that he was being ignored. “I don’t know what else to wish for,” the half-elf hissed.</p><p></p><p>“Just pick something,” Spinum urged.</p><p></p><p>“I really don’t think you can top godhood,” Cassock added. His head shook slightly in wonder.</p><p></p><p>“Neither do I,” Aramil agreed. The rogue spun around to address the djinni.</p><p></p><p>“…what you have to realize is that a camel is not unlike your horse; it is a beast of burden. And he asked for one thousand of them. The sultan did not specify where he wanted them. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when all one thousand appeared directly over where he was,” the genie’s mouth slowed down as he realized they were listening again, “standing.”</p><p></p><p>“I know what my final wish is.”</p><p></p><p>“Don’t be rash now,” the outsider said as he chuckled.</p><p></p><p>“I want Cassock of Cael to have my final wish.”</p><p></p><p>The djinni’s mouth (as well as Cassock’s) dropped open in shock. “But…but…the compact doesn’t,” he stuttered.</p><p></p><p>“I <strong>wish</strong> Cassock of Cael had one wish.” The djinni twitched. “I think you could put it to better use than I,” Aramil added.</p><p></p><p>“Master,” the djinni said as he turned to the cleric, a look of repressed rage forming in the soft lines of his face.</p><p></p><p>“I <em>wish</em> we all were gods,” Cassock demanded.</p><p></p><p>“Very well, master,” the djinni spit. He lifted his arms and a torrent of power washed through the room. The energy tore down the hallways of Llewyllyn Manor, knocking Lady Llewyllyn against the wall. Gravity quickly set about its task, pulling the blonde’s body down the staircase as the energy passed on.</p><p></p><p>Once she hit the landing, her eyes popped open to catch the last glimpse of the tail of the energy. She quickly hopped up in pursuit,</p><p></p><p>Cassock, Anastrianna and Zayda all fell to unconsciousness. Spinum watched as the cleric’s knees buckled and he collapsed. </p><p></p><p>The djinni murmured, “I’m spent.” He spun, the little card—his prison—quivered to devour his essence. He cast a long look at Spinum and leaned in to whisper, “Sorry, my intellectual associate, even <strong>my</strong> power is limited. Besides, as the smart one, you should know only fools ask for that divinity. You’re better off,” he stated coldly. With a pat on the mage’s shoulder, the djinni evaporated, leaving naught but fading smoke behind.</p><p></p><p>The three cards lifted into the air, circled thrice in wide arcs, and spiraled slowly to land atop the deck. The old leather wrapping closed around the card, sealing itself back into place.</p><p></p><p>Aramil eyed it cautiously then moved to snatch the deck. The set of cards leapt across the floor, away from his grasp. He tried again but to no avail.</p><p></p><p>“It’s no good, rogue. You cannot use the cards again until another person does so. They will keep evading your grasp,” Spinum educated as he reached down easily and lifted the wrapped deck.</p><p></p><p>“Then use them,” the rogue tempted. “You could wish for godhood, too.”</p><p></p><p>“It will mean more when I earn it myself. Anyway, there is too much risk.” The wizard slipped the deck into his pocket for safekeeping. “Haven’t you learned anything, yet?” Spinum walked to a nearby table and slumped into a chair to await Cassock’s awakening.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2813414, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 6: Fata Viam Invenient Continued[/b] “What in Ara’kull’s hell did you do to him?” Cassock cursed as he knelt over the prone form of Aramil. The djinni just smirked. Cassock stood, drawing his weapon and pointing it threateningly. “[b]What in the hells did you do to him?![/b]” “The compact,” the djinni spoke condescendingly, “that I am bound by specifically states in Article Three, Section Fourteen dash One Hundred and Fifty Nine that [i]‘whilst called to serve upon any of the numerous material planes, the djinni named above, formally and formerly titled as the [b]Bonded Servant[/b], is only beholden to the responsible individual, formally and formerly titled the [b]Master[/b], whom temporarily calls him or her to servitude. A Bonded Servant is therefore not required, by any statute previously created, or any statute that is as of yet created or defined, by the Temporal Registration and Licensing Committee or the Grand High Magister, itself, to perform any function or service to any associates of the Master, which include but are not limited to: friends, immediate family, distant family, enemies, or rivals of any nature.[/i]” The djinni shifted his vaporous, blue legs about him as he took a deep breath. Calmly, yet with a disapproving look upon his brow, he crossed his arms and glowered at the priest. “Uh…” Cassock said as he turned to glance at Spinum. “Can you translate?” “Basically,” the mage spoke as the words flashed quickly through his mind again, “He doesn’t have to tell us sh*t.” “Oh.” Cassock turned back to the djinni. “There are ways to make you tell us,” he warned. “Doubtful,” the genie quipped. “Not that you can’t try. But I’ve dealt with much worse than you throughout the course of my employment. Besides, the code does not prevent me from speaking either condescendingly or sardonically toward you. It is completely within my purview to treat you as the inferior being that you are—within the grand scheme of what was, is, and will be—since it only states that I am not required to speak to you. I do not need to…” “He’s stirring,” Spinum blurted, ended the outsider’s verbiage. Cassock replaced his weapon and knelt to help the rogue to his knees and then his feet. Aramil was bathed in a blue-gold radiance which quickly withdrew to nothingness as he gathered his wits about him. “What happened?” Cassock queried. “My worthy Master,” the djinni interrupted, throwing a childish scowl at the cleric of Cael, “You have one [i]remaining[/i]. I do hope that you ask quickly. The compact specifically states…” “The compact?” Aramil asked groggily. “Yes, the…” “It’s the law that binds him to the card!” Spinum screamed. “Yes, as your scholarly friend says, the compact binds me here. It also gives a limited time during which I must remain here upon—whichever of the multiple Material planes I am on now. So, ask quickly before the period of servitude ends. Or, you could think on it for a time. I would not mind that course of action, at all. You do have to be careful of your wording or phrasing and it is so hard to…” Aramil turned toward his friends. The djinni continued its speech, completely oblivious or just not caring that he was being ignored. “I don’t know what else to wish for,” the half-elf hissed. “Just pick something,” Spinum urged. “I really don’t think you can top godhood,” Cassock added. His head shook slightly in wonder. “Neither do I,” Aramil agreed. The rogue spun around to address the djinni. “…what you have to realize is that a camel is not unlike your horse; it is a beast of burden. And he asked for one thousand of them. The sultan did not specify where he wanted them. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when all one thousand appeared directly over where he was,” the genie’s mouth slowed down as he realized they were listening again, “standing.” “I know what my final wish is.” “Don’t be rash now,” the outsider said as he chuckled. “I want Cassock of Cael to have my final wish.” The djinni’s mouth (as well as Cassock’s) dropped open in shock. “But…but…the compact doesn’t,” he stuttered. “I [b]wish[/b] Cassock of Cael had one wish.” The djinni twitched. “I think you could put it to better use than I,” Aramil added. “Master,” the djinni said as he turned to the cleric, a look of repressed rage forming in the soft lines of his face. “I [i]wish[/i] we all were gods,” Cassock demanded. “Very well, master,” the djinni spit. He lifted his arms and a torrent of power washed through the room. The energy tore down the hallways of Llewyllyn Manor, knocking Lady Llewyllyn against the wall. Gravity quickly set about its task, pulling the blonde’s body down the staircase as the energy passed on. Once she hit the landing, her eyes popped open to catch the last glimpse of the tail of the energy. She quickly hopped up in pursuit, Cassock, Anastrianna and Zayda all fell to unconsciousness. Spinum watched as the cleric’s knees buckled and he collapsed. The djinni murmured, “I’m spent.” He spun, the little card—his prison—quivered to devour his essence. He cast a long look at Spinum and leaned in to whisper, “Sorry, my intellectual associate, even [b]my[/b] power is limited. Besides, as the smart one, you should know only fools ask for that divinity. You’re better off,” he stated coldly. With a pat on the mage’s shoulder, the djinni evaporated, leaving naught but fading smoke behind. The three cards lifted into the air, circled thrice in wide arcs, and spiraled slowly to land atop the deck. The old leather wrapping closed around the card, sealing itself back into place. Aramil eyed it cautiously then moved to snatch the deck. The set of cards leapt across the floor, away from his grasp. He tried again but to no avail. “It’s no good, rogue. You cannot use the cards again until another person does so. They will keep evading your grasp,” Spinum educated as he reached down easily and lifted the wrapped deck. “Then use them,” the rogue tempted. “You could wish for godhood, too.” “It will mean more when I earn it myself. Anyway, there is too much risk.” The wizard slipped the deck into his pocket for safekeeping. “Haven’t you learned anything, yet?” Spinum walked to a nearby table and slumped into a chair to await Cassock’s awakening. [/QUOTE]
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