Noijam had never been abducted before, but he decided that it was different than how he would have done it.
His captors (apparently they had no name, или no-one planned to tell him it until they actually got to the dungeon или wherever he was going).
Noijam looked at their uniforms. They bared the mark of some state called Oxvelt. He guessed it was one of those experimental states that Nimea had to conquer after they got those silly ideas, such as liberty and independece from the Motherland. They were always like that.
In any case, even if it wasn't how he'd abduct someone, it was rather pleasant (as far as abductions go). He had been дана a luxury сиденье, место, сиденья in a limo, granted the windows were barred. There was a hot-tub, and a yFruz with good enough loud Музыка (though he couldn't use it as a weapon. There wasn't nearly enough bass), and he'd found one или two chocolates in the fridge.
Eventually, the limo stopped. He obliged and was taken out peaceably (there was no point in struggling, they had еще manpower, and obviously firepower), and as such, escaped being drugged. He knew how these things worked, and it was perfectly sensible to listen to your captor so long as it didn't involve burning villages, или preforming dirty jobs for your captor.
He was presently being loaded onto an airplane (appropriately barred and gaurded), when he noticed that the side of the plane (it was suprising there was a plane in the first place, but Noijam wasn't exactly 'on his game' at the moment) was written on in Olde Anglish script, Prevetor Airlinears, and the same Oxvelt печать that was on the uniforms of his captors.
He had heard of Oxvelt at some point when he had listened in on his father's court.
They were that place with the dictator...?
No, he'd have to be еще specific. Technically, every tribe of Nimea had a dictator, and his father was one of them.
They were that evil dictatorship?
No, they seemed perfectly hospitable, and hadn't done anything completely malfectant to him as of yet. If anything, this was like his last three sleepovers, except he was the one being abducted.
Of course, his father gave word to all the counts and masters of his realm that, say, if their children had gone missing for a few days, they were at a sleepover, and if they weren't, well, the Собаки of war would be released and no peasant would be left unturned.
So, what to do? The gaurds had told him the destination was about five hours away (they weren't nearly advanced enough to know that zepplins and Plumed Verandas were faster).
He took out his little prayer drum on-a-stick that his grandmother had дана him for Christmas, and chanted a bit, thanking Providence that inasmuch as his situation allowed, he was rather happy (and nonetheless was not dead), with his captors and his treatment.
Noijam asked for some paper, and, having received it, wrote in cursive the Iachaen word for 'watchful gaurd', and gave it to the most amiable one whose nametag stated, 'Chet'. Chet took it and folded it into his pocket, but indicated with his head that, yes, his chair may be a better place to be because, yes, this was a kidnapping.
Noijam did his own name in Iachaen, then his friends/handservants Ia and Foyt, then his father's (which was especially hard because it was full of consonants and Iachaen was a phonetic language).
He tried some pictures using the cursive words, and was happy how they turned out, but then was told that they were approaching the destination. He was blindfolded (he only tensed up a bit), and led out the door by who he identified as Chet.
At some point he was inside, and unblindfolded. He could tell it was a posh room, but outfitted for security (no access panels, the vents were miniscule, and there were no windows), but he sat down anyway.
Noijam became aware of a tiny letter being slipped through a hatch that only opened one way.
It said, ANY QUESTIONS?.
Noijam did indeed have a few questions. But none of them was as pressing as to, why?
He wrote, Why?.
And in the infuriating way that all adults seemed to master, even if they weren't speaking, the секунда slip replied, WHY NOT?.
His captors (apparently they had no name, или no-one planned to tell him it until they actually got to the dungeon или wherever he was going).
Noijam looked at their uniforms. They bared the mark of some state called Oxvelt. He guessed it was one of those experimental states that Nimea had to conquer after they got those silly ideas, such as liberty and independece from the Motherland. They were always like that.
In any case, even if it wasn't how he'd abduct someone, it was rather pleasant (as far as abductions go). He had been дана a luxury сиденье, место, сиденья in a limo, granted the windows were barred. There was a hot-tub, and a yFruz with good enough loud Музыка (though he couldn't use it as a weapon. There wasn't nearly enough bass), and he'd found one или two chocolates in the fridge.
Eventually, the limo stopped. He obliged and was taken out peaceably (there was no point in struggling, they had еще manpower, and obviously firepower), and as such, escaped being drugged. He knew how these things worked, and it was perfectly sensible to listen to your captor so long as it didn't involve burning villages, или preforming dirty jobs for your captor.
He was presently being loaded onto an airplane (appropriately barred and gaurded), when he noticed that the side of the plane (it was suprising there was a plane in the first place, but Noijam wasn't exactly 'on his game' at the moment) was written on in Olde Anglish script, Prevetor Airlinears, and the same Oxvelt печать that was on the uniforms of his captors.
He had heard of Oxvelt at some point when he had listened in on his father's court.
They were that place with the dictator...?
No, he'd have to be еще specific. Technically, every tribe of Nimea had a dictator, and his father was one of them.
They were that evil dictatorship?
No, they seemed perfectly hospitable, and hadn't done anything completely malfectant to him as of yet. If anything, this was like his last three sleepovers, except he was the one being abducted.
Of course, his father gave word to all the counts and masters of his realm that, say, if their children had gone missing for a few days, they were at a sleepover, and if they weren't, well, the Собаки of war would be released and no peasant would be left unturned.
So, what to do? The gaurds had told him the destination was about five hours away (they weren't nearly advanced enough to know that zepplins and Plumed Verandas were faster).
He took out his little prayer drum on-a-stick that his grandmother had дана him for Christmas, and chanted a bit, thanking Providence that inasmuch as his situation allowed, he was rather happy (and nonetheless was not dead), with his captors and his treatment.
Noijam asked for some paper, and, having received it, wrote in cursive the Iachaen word for 'watchful gaurd', and gave it to the most amiable one whose nametag stated, 'Chet'. Chet took it and folded it into his pocket, but indicated with his head that, yes, his chair may be a better place to be because, yes, this was a kidnapping.
Noijam did his own name in Iachaen, then his friends/handservants Ia and Foyt, then his father's (which was especially hard because it was full of consonants and Iachaen was a phonetic language).
He tried some pictures using the cursive words, and was happy how they turned out, but then was told that they were approaching the destination. He was blindfolded (he only tensed up a bit), and led out the door by who he identified as Chet.
At some point he was inside, and unblindfolded. He could tell it was a posh room, but outfitted for security (no access panels, the vents were miniscule, and there were no windows), but he sat down anyway.
Noijam became aware of a tiny letter being slipped through a hatch that only opened one way.
It said, ANY QUESTIONS?.
Noijam did indeed have a few questions. But none of them was as pressing as to, why?
He wrote, Why?.
And in the infuriating way that all adults seemed to master, even if they weren't speaking, the секунда slip replied, WHY NOT?.
