"Just stay back and keep quiet, oh and if you happen to see another lightning pistol do grab it for me." Balthier said to Souske, who was making his way back to the ship, he didn't mind having an extra set of hands around but had yet to see Souske's purpose. He began working the mechanical portion of the lock. Mist was hard as work on the magical portion. The Empire had developed fluid magic technology a couple of years ago but their use of it on doors and locks was rather new. Back in the good old days you could just dispell the wards and locks, but now because its not a single cast, it was a flow of energy, the spell always reformed after a disspell. IT was no matter, Mist new how to interupt the flow, she helped make the design after all.
As he rolled the various tumblers he listened for the classic ticks, there were several dummy clicks that would have fooled someone who didn't help develop these locks for the agency... it just so happens the leading man did help develop these locks and knew the difference.
It was a sloppy con, a little too lazy and boreing for his taste, but the adventure wasn't what he was after anymore. For the first time he felt compelled to do something because... well it didn't really matter why, he was here and this was the job. The leading man always finishes the job.
"Bloody got the flaming thing, they've improved it but not flaming much." Mist said as Balthier released the last latch. The console came open and Mist plugged in the key. They were connected to the Imperial Thomas database. An illusion of a well dressed elf (Thomas) appeared projected from the key.
"You've accesses a remote console. I see the clearance codes from your airship are valid, My name is Thomas how may I help you."
Balthier spoke knowing that plugging into Thomas was the kind of crime the empire did not take lightly, and the kind of crime they could easily track. "I need you to preform a scry for a Dwarf named Tungs, location may not be on the prime and is being blocked by an active counter scry. Esp my mind for details."
"Esp commencing.....Esp complete, image of subject Tungs acquired begining level 10 scry routines. ..... Subject found. Elemental Plane -- Fire, location Groshla Lava Pit transmitting exact teleport coordinates into your airships navi. Subject condition - alive, unstable, comatose - heavy damage has been sustained and not permitted to heal. Estimated time of survival in current state 3 days. Details of surroundings include 7 individuals within 100 yards species are.....Unauthorized access detected. I apologize but I must lock down and disconnect from this terminal. Have a nice day and please see the administrating mage with any questions."
Balthier spun around to mist, "What was that about?"
"I don't bloody know, the stream for the magical lock, when I diverted it, it flamming set something. Blood and ashes, they had a second spell laid into the flow that if it got interpreted to sound an alarm or something, from the looks of it this flamming tower is locked down. I can't access any of the spells from this side."
"Well then its the dungeon for us I'm afraid. They had better well improved the food since last time. Where is your boy friend, the cheerful drow?"
Just then lighting cracked through the wall arching to the ceiling exposing a massive hole in the stone to the open air. On the other side was the pirates glory seemingly suspended in the air. Balthier shook his head to get the ringing out then set up pushing the piles of rumble to the side. Finally standing he brushed off the think layer of dust infecting his lace cuffed shirt. "Not, showy but effective, he does make a good supporting act. Well my dear," offering a hand down to Mist, "Exit stage right?"
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