Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-3293219-20140324191515

G-Ganlas?

Lott froze on the spot as he tried to figure out what was going on here but he found himself struggling to take this in…

All this time, I’ve been hiding from him and he was inside my head?

“I…” Elsinian began, pulling himself to his feet; his fear made him shaky as h is breath stuttered.

“I understand, that you have a lot of questions… there’s no need for any more violence…”

Lott looked up at him, he didn’t know if he wanted to hurt him anymore as he resembled his friend.

No need for violence…

Yet…

“Wh-What did you do to me?”

Elsinian reached into his draw and pulled out a large file, it was bursting with papers and the binding had been ripped, several times over the years. The Doctor placed the file on his desk and opened it, using his hand as a vice to pin the majorities of the papers down, as he only needed the last page…

Project Auriel

Lott lashed out at the paper, pulling it out of the doctor’s hands and dragging it across the desk, until it was facing him. His hands began to shake and his breathing became unsteady…

Running head: Project Auriel

 Project Auriel

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Following the Imperial Empire’s Guidelines and laws.

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Ganlas Elsinian

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Hilltop Asylum

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<p class="MsoNormal">Lott began to read ahead, his fingers slipping across the bottom of the page as he began to learn about himself.

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<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Abstract

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">To learn the quickest and most thorough method training of citizens to make them combat ready in a short time span.

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Suppress emotions and physical needs of trained citizens, through various techniques.

<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Increase their power and strength and skill in combat…

<p class="MsoNormal">Lott continued to read on, the objectives seemed to be aimed at creating soldiers out of civilians but for what purpose?

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked back at the previous pages and began to read the project diary…

<p class="MsoNormal">Rain’s Hand, 4E 223: ''We lost three of the volunteers today, I told them that we should have given them a mind wipe but the empire insists that using such magic is not tolerable. Though I fail to understand why, I do understand that they have to keep all magic under wraps but Gods, I’m losing resources here!''

<p class="MsoNormal">''A Breton woman, who looked like she’d seen better days, attacked one of my orderlies today as he brought her, her meal. We had to put her down, via firing squad, which were quick to respond, I’ll admit but we shouldn’t need them to begin with! ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''This is the fifth time that it’s happened this week! I started with twenty volunteers, two weeks ago, but none of them have made it past stage three of the process. Those who have been exposed to stage three have   gone berserk and tried to kill everyone in their path, until they were put down.''

<p class="MsoNormal">I only have seven docile subjects left now and any of them could break at any moment, I need to wipe their memories and start again!

<p class="MsoNormal">Last Seed, 4E 225: ''I lost one of my three remaining patients today, somehow the memory wipe had failed and he took his own life, in his cell. I’ve ordered for the prison to stop giving out cutlery as none of the patients ever appreciate it anyway.''

<p class="MsoNormal">''It’s not really a tragic loss as he was the least responsive of the three; I guess I have a reason why now. Patient 14’s combat abilities are coming along, quite nicely; I’ve been wiping his memory as soon as the sessions end, forcibly.''

<p class="MsoNormal">''I know that the empire wants it to be possible for the subjects to remember their skills but the sad reality is; that subconscious is the best way to go. The procedure is just too traumatic for any patient to hold onto any memory of it and they eventually lose the ability to reason.''

<p class="MsoNormal">I believe that this is a step in the right direction, if we can train the citizens on the boarders of Morrowind and High Rock to defend themselves, the mages won’t know what they’re deal with, until it’s too late.

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<p class="MsoNormal">Lott continued to read through, unable to comprehend this…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Empire wanted to fund a project that would turn citizens into sleeper agents?

<p class="MsoNormal">Although it wouldn’t be on a massive scale it would mean that towns could be well protected, with only half of the guards on duty. A small number of townsfolk would be taken, trained up and then placed back into their everyday lives but now they were given the ability to kill a man with their bear hands.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Empire… wanted this…

<p class="MsoNormal">   They did this to me…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why you?” Lott asked, almost drained of all emotion, other than the trace of contempt in his voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">Dr Elsinian looked up, not expecting to be asked any questions in such a calm tone, he stalled for a few moments before responding.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I… am a well recognised scientist, known for my work in psychology and medicine…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“No… Why were you in my head?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ganlas sat back, intrigued.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Explain?”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Altmer looked up, confused by Elsinian’s confusion, was this a trick? Or had he found a hidden side effect?

<p class="MsoNormal">“I saw a man… ‘Ganlas,’ you!”

<p class="MsoNormal">Elsinian stared at him; he didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. Subject 6 didn’t show any signs of seeing apparitions or hallucinations.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How often did you see this… ‘Ganlas?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Lott thought about it, even though he knew the answer, he had to think about it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“All the time, every day, for two years…

<p class="MsoNormal">Until now…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Two years? When you escaped?” Elsinian nodded, it was an interesting development, one that he would make note of, if he survived of course.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Y-Yeah…” Lott pulled up a chair, feeling like Dr Elsinian was a real doctor and he was a real patient.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He told me to escape…

<p class="MsoNormal">Told me how to survive…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Elsinian shrugged, he had seen cases like this before but none of them were related to project Auriel, perhaps it was something that stemmed from his imprisonment, rather than a side effect of the brainwashing?

<p class="MsoNormal">“Perhaps… I was the only person that you could remember?” He suggested as an answer to his first question.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Do you remember anyone else? Family? Friends? Your husband, anything?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Husband?

<p class="MsoNormal">“I…” He had no idea, he had never thought of it before… “I was married?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, for several years before you were taken here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Lott clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, fighting every impulse to avoid crying or lashing out in anger. He couldn’t remember anything about his spouse, he couldn’t remember their face or name or meeting them. He still didn’t feel like he had one, this all meant nothing to him and it just confused him even more.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why did you take me, if I was married?!” Lott finally snapped, no longer caring about his tone or the volume of his voice or letting out his anger.

<p class="MsoNormal">Elsinian raised his hands to calm his patient down, he lowered them, prompting Lott to sit back down again, tightening his fist to keep a grip on his temper. He had to get his answers first and then he could lose it…

<p class="MsoNormal">“You volunteered…” Elsinian reminded him, he looked genuinely sympathetic.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Why?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I don’t know, I remember the empire getting the volunteers but I don’t know what they offered, it was most likely gold…”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Altmer sat back; his head was spinning as he tried to remember what possessed him to hand himself over to these monsters and their little project. How bad must his life have been before, that he’d give it all up for this?

<p class="MsoNormal">Did he know?

<p class="MsoNormal">Could he have known?

<p class="MsoNormal">The Altmer sighed and brought his hands to his face, ready to bury it, deep into his palms but they never made contact as he heard something rustle behind him, prompting him to jump up and spin around.

<p class="MsoNormal">Two orderlies were stood at the door, armed with rifles, pointing them at him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Lott charged two powerful shock spells in his hands, just as they pulled the trigger. One of the bullets missed and shot an ornament off of Elsinian’s desk, the other hit Lott in the shoulder, knocking him into the Doctor’s desk, sending several papers to the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">The Altmer didn’t waste any time and blasted a powerful shock spell at the two guards, knocking one to the floor and causing the other to stumble back. He took this as his chance to break through, running up to the entrance to Elsinian’s office.

<p class="MsoNormal">The stumbling Guard had recovered, getting a firm grip on his feet as he saw Lott making a break for the exit, he raised his gun to ram its butt into the prisoner’s face but Lott countered with another shock spell, that sent him flying across the room. The other guard got up to see his comrade on the floor, on the other side of the room, spasming violently as the electricity pulsed through his body. He looked to his left to see Lott escape, prompting him to look to his employer.

<p class="MsoNormal">“After him!” Ganlas snapped, still in shock from the battle as he sat down, into his chair.

<p class="MsoNormal">The guard nodded and pursued Lott, leaving Elsinian’s office and heading down the stairs to try and stop him from fleeing into the city.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I want him alive!” Elsinian added, hoping that the knuckleheaded guard had heard him.

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