A Tame Ending
All in all, you could not be surprised at the outcome. As the spell was cast, and the votes swiftly flipped in your favour, Queen Bee made her move. Bereft of any options now that you had used your trump card, you could only watch as the numbers slowly shifted back while she made use of her network of allies to counteract your magic. Had you more reserves of mana you would have attempted to cast the spell a second time to build upon the effect of the first, but unfortunately the use of Subversion on such a wide scale did not go unnoticed. Casting a spell that spanned floors supposed to be beyond your reach appeared to upset the tower quite badly, and soon you managed to find out firsthand the penalty for having a karma value that had gone too far into negative numbers. The mass of restrictions descending upon you completely sealed off all of your abilities and spells, rendering you almost as useless as a normal human. Even your halo has dimmed, your wings losing their luster.
In the end, perhaps you were lucky to cast the spell when you did: Queen Bee had barely enough time to draw even with your numbers by the deadline. The result was a boring draw, but it did mean you would not suffer whatever mysterious penalty that awaited a losing challenger. Had you won, Queen Bee would have to deal with the burden of your negative karma, but you had gambled, and you had lost. It was a couple days’ effort for very little gain, and that put you in a rough mood. Queen Bee had not even deigned to leave you with a taunt. You could quite clearly hear Rin giggling at how it all ended. Even the emotionless mask of the unnamed girl seemed to mock you.
You fall back on the unwelcoming cot, mentally drained. You will try again… not tomorrow, perhaps, but the day after. Or maybe the next week.
Outside, night has fallen. As you close your eyes, you begin to hear a rapping noise. It is the sound of stone striking stone. You sit up, suddenly alert. The noise is coming from beneath the ground, and you watch with slight amazement as a large slab of grey rock detaches from the floor and floats into the air. A pale yellow flame flickers in the hole left behind, and within the fire illuminates a withered, wrinkled face, toothlessly grinning up at you in the dark.
“The one that subverted my spell,” said the old man in the hole. “An angel, but that should not surprise me. A spear of the old gods that points men towards the freedom of death, though I hope more for the former and not the latter. Death, no, not for me, not today.”
Standing up, you walk over to the floating slab and press down on it, hoping to shut out the thing that is intruding on your rest.
“Wait, be not of haste, angel,” whispers the old man quickly.
“If you had a creepy old man sneak into your room, you would be quite at haste too, I’m sure,” you say, tired from your previous exertions. “Shall I scream for the guards?” Screaming for the guards tended to be something other people did as an effect of your actions, and you are not used to this particular tactic, but you are certain you can pull it off anyway.
“Ah, but see, I created that spell precisely for this reason. I have been waiting for this for a long, long time.” The old man grins again. “I have been searching, searching for a prisoner with the strength of mind and fleetness of wit to aid me in one thing, and one thing only.”
“This seems awfully convenient,” you say.
“Convenience is a mask of fate, for-“
“No rambling. Tell me what you want in ten words or less,” you say coldly. After the events of today you are in little mood to entertain strange men digging holes in your room.
“You will be my tool to escape this tower,” the old man says promptly.
“A tool, you say? Is that how you seek my help?”
“I offer honesty. I offer truth. I offer learning. Being a tool has its benefits. Are you not familiar with being one yourself? A tool of kings and goddesses?” The old man’s eyes gleam golden; is it the glow of the fire, you wonder, or is it a shine of another nature? All of a sudden you are no longer certain – despite his all too human looks – that the old man before you is what he seems to be.
Your voice drops low and you bend down to look the old man in the eyes. “Kings and goddesses. That is an interesting choice of words… hm, what should I call you?”
Thinking for a while, the old man breaks out his toothless grin again and says, “I believe, given the circumstances that we find ourselves in… yes, a particular name comes to mind, from a tome I once read a long, long time ago. Faria. That would be a fitting name to call me.”
“Is it? No numbers?”
“Numbers are for the caged.”
“Very well, Faria. You have my attention,” you say. “What are your plans?”
“Come with me. I will show you.”
“Going off with a creepy old man through a dark tunnel somewhere alone? I have heard enough stories about prisons to know where that leads. If there is anything you want to show me, bring it here,” you demand.
“Ah, what a vexatious child,” sighed Faria. “It would quite diminish the dramatic nature of my appearance were I to scurry back to my lair to fetch the plans.”
“Perhaps you should have brought it along in the first place, then,” you say lightly, sitting back on the cot with your legs crossed. “Ah, the beauty of hindsight. Go on now, Faria, your tool is waiting.”
“I would, if I could. Unfortunately I had to scratch my plans into the rock walls,” muttered the old man, his tone turning a little discontent as he raised his fingers to show you the torn and roughened tips. “I may know almost all there is to know about this prison, yet even I do not know how to move a wall through a tight tunnel. Besides, there are other apparatuses that cannot be moved, things I have scavenged over the… years I have been here. Things born of the tower that can bypass the restrictions placed upon you.”
Your eyebrows raise. “That means what I think it means, doesn’t it?”
“Why else do you think I was able to cast such a vast spell yet remain hidden from the tower, and also retain enough magic to raise this piece of rock?” gloats Faria as he flicks the floating grey slab. “Now, I shan’t repeat myself. Come with me and I will show you how we can leave.”
You ponder his offer.
***
A. You reject Faria. You will find your own way out of this prison without aid from such a suspicious person… not that you are in any position to be calling others suspicious.
1. You call the guards on him. Perhaps this will help restore some of your karma.
2. You let him go in peace. Perhaps if he keeps on doing what he does, he may sabotage the tower in other ways that will end up assisting you.
B. You go with Faria. He may be suspicious, but not any more suspicious than the presence of this prison and the strange rules governing it. Besides, you can always turn on him later if the deal is not to your liking.
1. You let Rin know where you are going. Just in case. It would not do for both of you to walk into a trap together.
2. You ask Rin to come with you. Even under restrictions, she is still a force to be reckoned with, and you might need some muscle to persuade Faria if there are any disagreements.