Interlude IV
The argonian watched as the masked man in a top hat slowly raised his hand, taking hold of his hat, and removing it from his head in a fluid motion...
The guards only tensed slightly but did not attack, as this action was non-violent in their eyes....but the lead guard did continue to order...
"I said state your identity and remove your mask!!..." the guard yelled more firmly, gripping his sword hilt tighter.
*chuckle*
"There will be no blade hidden in my hat soldier, just a parchment that proves my identity...per your request. May I reach into my hat and pull it out?" the masked man asked playfully, but his tone went noticed by the guards who relaxed slightly after hearing the man's intentions.
"Very well, go ahead....." the lead guard gestured for the man to reach into his hat and pull out the documents.
A smile spread across Mithifus's mouth under the black mask as he pulled out a Mass-Paralysis scroll from his hat...he unrolled it quickly and the runes lit up, causing the guard's eyes to widen before they tried to attack...but it was too late.
*woosh*
With the masked man as the center, a red wave of Magicka extended in a circle. After passing each of the guards, they stiffened with wide eyes, only able to watch depressed as the masked man picked up his dropped hat and dusted it off...
*tch*
"Silly little Dunmar, treat me like one of those Ash-spawns, well it can't be helped..." the man placed the top hat back on his head before grasping his cane tightly, preparing something grand.
His legs spread out as his back arched forward, his hands waving in a set gesture, the posture was graceful yet filled with subtle power. As his hands moved, a flame began to grow...
The flames spread down his arms and onto the ground before blazing around him. His spell was charged, ready to be executed, the built-up Magicka straining to escape at any moment...
Under the terror-filled eyes of the paralyzed soldiers scattered around, the mysterious man raised both hands caressing a powerful flame before slamming them down to the ground...
[Fire Storm]
*BOOM!!!*
The flames twisted a roared violently, burning the soldiers to ash along with their armor and weapons. Even the vegetation and structures further away weren't spared...
Under the backdrop of [Fire Storm], the masked man walked towards a destroyed farmhouse down the road. His cane tapping ever-so-steadily with his leisurely stroll...
'Oh d@mn....' the argonian spectator thought as he could only wait nervously for the mysterious man with powerful magic to approach. He now had an idea of the caliber of being he was working for...
"Well, well, well.....you did a good job little lizard. Turns out this weird effect doesn't work on everyone, but the next course of action is to find out why, and how..." the masked man cupped his chin while looking into the distance before regaining his bearings and looking down at the argonian watching patiently like a wounded puppy.
"Quickly now, your three questions...go!!" the man ordered sternly.
The firm voice brought the intelligence gatherer out of his thoughts as he already prepared his questions beforehand...
"Umm, okay.....who are you?" the lizard asked tentatively, figuring if the man allowed ANY question then this much was fair game.
"I am me...." the man answered without a second thought.
The response almost caused the lizard to scowl, but he held it in remembering the flames before. Now that he knew the game they were playing, he rephrased the next questions as they needed to be worded carefully.
".....what is the official name of the organization to which you belong?"
The masked man took a few moments to think before he finally answered...
"The Foundation" the masked man then continued to stare at the lizard, waiting for the last question so that this affair would end here.
The argonian nodded thoughtfully before he asked his last question...