Thanned Island
1267
It was directly after the blast. Benavent's portal had just vanished with a thunderclap. The portal...and the roof of Tor Lara.
For Vilgefortz of Roggeveen this was a complete disaster. He had failed to acquire the child with the Elder blood, and half his face had most likely been seared off. Vilgefortz hadn't really bothered to check a mirror. He was to busy lying sprawled across the floor, feeling ever so luck to be alive if nothing else.
A strange groaning snapped him back to reality. Vilgefortz sat up to see someone else lying beside him.
It was a human looking figure, though not an inch of skin seemed to be visible on it. The figure itself slowly began to sit up. It coughed before placing a hand on it's helmet. It seemed to sense the presence of someone else as well. It wordlessly turned it's glowing eye to face Vilgefortz.
Visor, not eye. Vilgefortz would later note. One of the lenses on the visors seemed to glow green. The other did not, though that was likely due to damage.
Before the strangely dressed man could speak he was cut off by a sudden blow to the head.
The figure woke up again in a dark, damp smelling room. He was restrained in a wooden chair with all his armor still attached.
He hand't been able to read it's mind. Further examination on his part showed the the armored man before him was part machine. It's brain as well as many other organs were mostly made up of synthetic materials. Vilgefortz had deduced that the armored man had not been born this way. Either he or someone else had heavily altered his body.
Vilgefortz would have liked to have gotten quick answers from his subject, but the man in question had ceased talking several hours after arriving. Nothing had prompted him to speak. It had been four days now, and no amount of pulled nails or sleep deprivation had convinced him to speak out coherently.
Vilgefortz would have been fine exploring the strange anatomy of the subject on any other day, but time was up.
Redanian intelligence would find this place soon enough, and he had bigger fish to fry.
Vilgefortz gave the subject another look before speaking. "When you do feel like speaking to me then I assure you that I can and will treat you to a bath...maybe even a decent dinner."
As usual there was no reply.
"Fine then. I shall see you in a several weeks...or years. It depends on the circumstances I suppose."
Vilgefortz uttered a lengthy spell, before bringing his hands down. The last thing the subject felt was the sensation of a thousand tons crashing down on his head.
Vilgefortz picked up the small jade figurine lying in the chair. He slipped it into a pocket before opening a portal and leaving the room.