Pyra could feel the difference in herself as they walked towards the dungeon's entrance. Marshall wanted to wait until night and sneak in, but Pyra and Yana both didn't care enough to be subtle. There were some scary people around sure, but it seemed like everyone was distracted.
Even the guards at the gate were only half their usual force of twenty, and most of them were talking to a severe looking man that was probably their captain. Only one guard gave them a look as they approached, and mostly to their cloaks that fell across their bodies since they had the guild emblem on it. It was the right time of day for a survey group to go in after all.
"Halt and present papers," The guard said, his eyes bored and his offered hand barely held up. Marshall presented their papers, and the guard's eyes flicked about before widening. Pyra tensed herself as a bit of worry crept in. Were their names being searched for?
"I see, well I need to check on something quick." Taking their papers the man hurried over to the crowd near the captain. Yana gave her a look, and she had to agree that something was up. They could just walk on in, but if it was something easy to deal with they should take the time. Marshall always said that it was easier to hear people out than create friction.
The guard was having trouble getting to the captain at first, but he started to wave the papers and punch a few others. That got him a path to the captain, and they began to point and gesture at the papers and a board near by.
"Okay, I am going to assume that they have us down as suspects for someone. Probably someone high up." Marshall announced and wiggled his fingers, "We will probably be taken in for questions or something which will take a while-" Pyra cut him off with a wave and marching over to the large gates. The guards and captain were still discussing things, and weren't looking their way right now.
Pyra didn't like waiting, it wasn't in her nature to be calm and focused. Yet, she didn't want to just hurt people and ignore everything that wasn't related to her or her family either. It would be easy to just burn her way through this obstacle like all the others. And, cause a great deal of pain in the process.
Taking a deep breath she focused on the doors, a couple guards near by gave her looks. However, the thing she hated the most was the System. They needed to get deeper into this place to find it and break it. Mother said it was here and it was possible, and so a few fires would have to be acceptable. They would thank her later.
Placing a hand on the metal of the door, she took a deep breath before she drew her hand back and smashed her palm into it. A deep crack sounded out, and the doors buckled inward before swinging wide. All conversation stopped as gapping stares were leveled her way. Though they shook it off as Yana and Marshall ran up and then through.
Pyra herself gave them a little wave before stepping into the tunnel leading down, and vanished from sight. Yells and the stomping of feet could be heard shortly after.
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Captain Arthur was debating on calling the College about their watchlist when the gate buckled inward and the young woman's group rushed through it. It took a second for his mind to figure out what just happened. A girl barely out of her teens had just punched a solid metal door down? The guards around him had similar befuddled looks on their faces.
"Call the College! Then get the garrisons down here, we have a breach!" He shouted, as his brain restarted. This would be a total career ending situation if it wasn't so ridiculous. The report and request said that she was a mage, a MAGE. Not a monk or brawler with a high enough [Strength] to punch a steel gate down. Likely she would be fine in the the upper levels of the dungeon anyway, but he would have to play it carefully if he wanted to have a chance of a promotion or raise this year.
"Come on you louts." He shouted again, running into the armory and pulling on the plates and buckles of his armor, "We have to be dressed and going in before the garrisons get here." It was going to be one of those days, but nothing a hot bath couldn't fix in the end.
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Rasputin spit out his tea when he got the note from the servant. The girl had punched an enchanted steel door and broken it? Yet, she tested in as a mage to the guild. Both of those statements couldn't be true in the System. Even with powerful gear that boosted stats it was impossible to do both those things. The System balanced such gear and prevented certain classes from wearing things that would make them a balanced powerhouse.
Yet, here was a mage, with no artifact in hand, who just punched down an enchanted door. His eye twitched as he recalled his talk with Remus not too long ago. Did the old beast know about this? Was that why he was after her? Not a Faerun, but some creature able to break the System's rules?
Either way he needed to know more about her, yesterday. It was said, in the oldest of books, that the Faerun were the makers of the System. The greatest of the Ancient Empire's leaders, and the protectors of the Realm. Yet, he had always assumed that part of that was a myth. How could something like the System be made?
Though, the girl had broken the very laws he knew, and the reports about her seemed just on the edge of being fairystories themselves. He grabbed the box that the staff rested in, and jumped from the windows in his lab. The wind rushing past before his boot's enchantment started working and small wings appeared from their sides.
Aiming himself towards the gathering troops he made his flight towards mysteries and secrets. This time he wouldn't be too late for them.
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Remus laughed as he heard the report from his subordinate. He hadn't expected to be amused that the girl had done something crazy and gotten away, but at least it was in a controlled location. Not like she could escape from their without using the passages back out.
No, it was the fire of curiosity and determination that gave him enough to laugh. The girl, a mage, had just punched an enchanted door and shattered it. Which should be completely impossible for a mage to do unless she wasn't bound by the System.
They who stood above all as the makers of gods.
A passage from his journal talking about the Faerun lept to his mind. More proof that wasn't a dungeon he had challenged before, but a stronghold of the Faerun themselves. This Pyra girl was likely a young one, but had the ability to ignore the System, thus Goddess' rules.
Everything was finally coming together for him. She would lead him to the Buried Throne and he would use it to finally free the Realm. Then they could work on fixing what the humans had broken.