Aramil sends mental hand out to the source of the shroud. Tenderly, he stroked his mental hands across the protection, trying to see how powerful it rebuked his touch. Then, when he found what he felt was a weakness, he shoved his sword into the shroud. Less than a second later, he channeled everything he had as he tried to force his entire conscious through the barrier.
OCC: Two rolls for this one. I'm trying to show how hard he's shoving with this probe.
The first effort did effectively nothing to the protection, but he did find what he thought was a weak point, or at least one that was a little less "strong"
The moment Aramil's mental sword touches the shroud, the kid lets out a yelp of surprise and pain. He hears a short "Wait—" before he starts shoving with all his might.
Jeremy lets out a cry of pain and falls backwards off his chair. Aramil can feel some of the other defenses in the kid's mind break, but the shroud holds. He gets various images and ideas from the rest of the kid's mind: the kid reading peoples' minds to find out how much is in their purses before stealing them, an image of the kid rolling up his sleeve when he first meets Roger...
Meanwhile, the kid is on the ground holding his temples, trying not to scream in pain. "Stop, please!" he says through gritted teeth.
The kid relaxes once Aramil removes the pressure from the shrouded area. He finds a lot more information now: the kid's a part of a guild. Which guild is in a shrouded area. The kid has a tattoo on his arm, which is what he showed to Roger. He was lying about a few things, like exactly how much Aramil's "forced entry" hurt. He was telling the truth: he hadn't known much about Roger. He had received the orders he mentioned...
Before Aramil can go further, another barrier slams into place, and he gets shoved back into his own mind. "That's enough," a new voice says.
"Well, you passed his test," the man says. He picks up the chair, and sits down. "In fact, we may be interested in offering you a job. I'm impressed with your work, but there is a lot of room for improvement."
"Well, I guess there's no real harm in telling you, seeing that if you do 'wash out,'" Aramil feels a strange sense of foreboding in those words, "you won't remember it. My name's Circu."
"Well, it's very simple. We could use an agent in our organization like you. Once you've been properly trained, of course. Your current technique requires... refinement."
"You're sloppy," he says. "You leave tracks all over. Your stealth leaves much to be desired. What were you doing when we picked you up? You were going to blackmail people for money?"
"And Chandra. Chandra! You realized that she's a 'walker, why didn't you get the hell out of there? You were lucky that guard was fast, otherwise they'd scooping you into a small decorative urn right now."
"Yes, sir, I do. I wish to be able to slaughter those that get in my way. That, and when I use my telepathic abilities, I feel an absence. It's like I am only using one half of a very potent weapon."
"Oh, it is a potent weapon," he says, with a smile. "You have no idea how powerful it could be. The power to plant a suggestion, or remove one... to make them forget..."
Aramil grasped at the latest thought string and once again tried to unravel the shroud that blanketed Jeremy's thoughts.
Aramil sends mental hand out to the source of the shroud. Tenderly, he stroked his mental hands across the protection, trying to see how powerful it rebuked his touch. Then, when he found what he felt was a weakness, he shoved his sword into the shroud. Less than a second later, he channeled everything he had as he tried to force his entire conscious through the barrier.
OCC: Two rolls for this one. I'm trying to show how hard he's shoving with this probe.
The moment Aramil's mental sword touches the shroud, the kid lets out a yelp of surprise and pain. He hears a short "Wait—" before he starts shoving with all his might.
Jeremy lets out a cry of pain and falls backwards off his chair. Aramil can feel some of the other defenses in the kid's mind break, but the shroud holds. He gets various images and ideas from the rest of the kid's mind: the kid reading peoples' minds to find out how much is in their purses before stealing them, an image of the kid rolling up his sleeve when he first meets Roger...
Meanwhile, the kid is on the ground holding his temples, trying not to scream in pain. "Stop, please!" he says through gritted teeth.
Before Aramil can go further, another barrier slams into place, and he gets shoved back into his own mind. "That's enough," a new voice says.
The kid stands up, and walks out. He looks genuinely tired.
"You want to leave? Feel free," the man says, standing and turning to Aramil. "If you don't mind forgetting everything since the box."