YOU'RE SOU-STUFF IS MINE!

A couple days later the final Aen Elle shuffles through the portal, Reima and Ciri breathing a sigh of relief at finally being done with it... While there was many they had to turn away, even some women and children. The veritaserum prevented anyone harmful from coming through, allowing only the relatively unbias or malleable people through without bringing their hatred of the human race, or the racial supremacy most usually spout.

Ge'els looks at the duo and gives a small bow towards them, "I thank you... I can rest in peace knowing I wasn't one of the few responsible for the extinction of our race."

Reima "Hmm, I was assuming you'd want to come with instead of dying in this shit hole."

Ge'els gives him a hard look, "I am a true, loyal Aen Elle, and I will l die with our heritage... I am grateful for granting me this favour... Is there anything I can do to repay you?" he asks.

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Reima "Welllll, if you insist... I wouldn't mind having a gander at your library, treasury, and... That building over there." he says pointing at a large palace.

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Ge'els sighs, "Very well... Follow me, I suppose our knowledge and riches would be better preserved with the last of us." he says with a sour expression.

Ciri snorts behind Reima as they walk, "Seriously, even Quelaag admitted you have a problem with taking things that are not your own..."

Reima shrugs, "I was planning on burning this city down and taking it anyway, at least now I won't have to kill anyone."

Ge'els "I'm glad we could come to an arrangement then..." he mutters.

The duo is led to the palace where Reima immediately starts storing away furniture, decorations, painting and even prying gold plating from the walls... Even some of the decorative glazed windows were stolen because he thought they looked nice...

Ge'els occasionally turns around and had a vein appear on his forehead when he sees Reima stealing literally everything as he walks past it. Eventually they reach the treasury, though, to Reima and Ciri it just looks like a stone wall with carving on it.

Ge'els cuts his finger and drags it across two fine hidden carvings, causing the rest on the wall to light up with a brilliant blue colour.

Some rumbling occurs, stone grinding against stone until eventually the stone wall slowly descends into the ground, revealing a hidden entrance lit by similar blue carving that run along the walls.

Ge'els "Try not to touch anything without my permission, I'm unsure what is trapped and what is not... It's been a while since any have visited here."

The hallway is long, descending downwards for a mile or so, the temperature heating up and a small breeze blowing into the depths, probably supplying the lower levels with oxygen.

Reima "Is there a need to have such a well hidden treasury? You own the world, surely it's unnecessary?..."

Ge'els hums, "Hmm, if only that were true... Even with our complete domination of the planet, there are those who wish to gain more power for themselves. It was fine until King Auberon was killed, but people proclaiming themselves the "Rightful rulers" wished to claim the throne, one which Eredin had already taken... It was a massacre, of which my race had not seen before in our entire history. Eredin personally slaughtered those leaders with magic and steel." he says, continuing to walk.

Reima "That doesn't really answer why this needed to be so hidden..."

Ge'els nods, "There were some... Navigators that took the sides of the rebels, one almost managing to steal our wealth from under our noses. Thus, we had to create a place they would not be able to access. With the help of Avallac'h and some of the more knowledgable Aen Elle we managed to construct this place... I'd imagine it would be difficult for you to gain entry to this place from the outside..." he mutters.

Ciri "I don't suppose you're leading us into a trap then?" she asks suspiciously.

Ge'els shakes his head, "I doubt it would stop you from leaving, I'm just telling the tales of our creation, perhaps in a hope you'd tell my races descendants of their history, and the power they once wielded." he says, the group finally reaching a door similar to the entrance. Ge'els performs the same action as last time, whipping blood over a different symbol to the entrance causing it to open, revealing a huge room.

The far end of it had a tower of gold just sitting there, enough to suggest that it was this entire words deposit. Marble pillars lined the walls, each topped with some jewelry, most seeming to be magical.

Ge'els walk up to one of the pillars and lifts a tiara from it, a creation from my father I believe... I forgot this was here." he mutters while enveloped in nostalgia.

Reima "Hmm, that's great Ge'els but are there any traps around? Just asking before we have to run out like Indiana Jones..." he jokes, though still not touching anything.

Ge'els "Indiana-what?... Hmm, I'm not sure but I don't belive there were any traps located here... I'd be careful if I were you, however."

Reima nods, "That's all I needed to know." he says, walking up and storing the nearest pillar along with the treasure sitting atop it.

Ciri walks around, gazing at the numerous painting decorating the walls, most being of King Auberon and other prominent members of society, there was even a section dedicated to the Sages, Avallac'h being displayed prominently.

Ge'els walks beside her and points to a woman, one with turquoise eyes, white hair, pointy ears, pale skin, and beautiful features. "Your ancestor Lara Dorren, his as well assuming he's from the same line... I doubt another like Lara was ever created however."

Ciri continues to stare at the painting in wonder, inwardly remarking how similar they both looked, the pointy ears aside. "Well, I can see why Avallac'h was so hung up on her." she mutters.

Ge'els snorts, "Indeed, he never forgot her, even as she tossed him aside for a human."

Ciri doesn't tell him that Avallac'h was dead, deciding to keep it a secret... The less Eredin could find out about their situation the better. "Think she would mind if I claimed her portrait?"

Ge'els shakes his head, "I think she'd be jubilant that a descendent of hers survived until now." he says.