(Red) Imprisoned (18+) | Page 3

Nalla · Oct 30, 2017

As she entered the torture chamber, Eleanor wondered if it would have been a better idea to have merely remained in their cells, pawns to the system, lambs to the slaughter. It definitely would have been safer, at least for the time being, before it was their heads on the chopping block. But taking action had its demands, and with action came risk. Something that their king should have learned all too well, as he dangled, a torture pincushion.

While they had never been formally introduced, the self-proclaimed detective knew of his existence. She had heard of him, and even seen him during the Azog incident. Her mind peered upon people of his status with great renown, as those with voices and spirits that could shape nations were much more powerful than herself, in her own eyes. How things had changed since the previous time her eyes found him. His body, mangled like a malformed mutation. She grit her teeth, eyes painstakingly examining each detail, each cavity of the flesh, as it bent and twisted along it's previously flatter canvases. It was an ugly, cruel sight, but one she could not look away from. Her horror was laced with a hint of intrigue, as much as the sight of the scene disgusted her.

"Our... Leader?" As she whispered and approached the tortured body, she had apparently completely missed the present torturer. The enemy finally caught her attention, as he shouted for aid. Her head quickly twisted away from the mangled frame, peering towards the three guards as the entered.

Darting into a position directly in front of the broken king, Eleanor wavered into a shaky stance. The muscles in her legs still ached from the walk to the prison, and her whole body felt drained from the malnourishment they had endured. Her stomach seemed to quiver, her body clinging to the energy it had left. With her right hand raised in front of her, hand glowing with as much arcane energy as she could consistently muster, her left hand lollygagged behind, closer to their shattered, tortured ally, lingering protectively.

Men with blades that might end her in one fell swoop. Her consciousness, twisted with the taste of adrenaline and the sight of blood, tried to piece together a solution to the puzzle. She searched for some consistent answer or escape plan from their situation, but... It seemed that there was not going to be an easy way out of this one. Carefully, she looked to each of her comrades. They were in this together. Live or die, it would be as a group.

Was Niko really that brave? Or was it the spirit of Eleanor, the true, lost detective, still protecting her, just as it always had? Regardless, she grit her teeth. Combat would soon be upon them, and she could not afford to fail.

Ilusa Nakhalee · Oct 30, 2017

50 HP

MAX HP

20 EN

MAX EN

Magically Sapped (Debuff) Your magic mastery is halved.

In the end the others joined Ilusa in the quest of getting through the dirt. The action of shovelling the dirt was repetitive and it was dwindling their energy down. Still, they finished and they stood before new doors and they looked sturdy. Ilusa herself would probably fail to break it open.

But she did not have to for the trusty @Roland Rutledge did that, empowered by @Surrechis.

Of course all thoughts she had screeched to halt when she followed him and her eyes fell onto the place they found themselves in and the prisoner that had been tortured. The tail under her skirt attempted to stand up and rage flooded her system. So great it was that turned into cold analytical rage and the mindset of a former soldier overtook the ‘Ilusa’ persona she usually took great care to present.

Because the man, so gruesomely tortured was @Astor Balthas.

It was with an unnatural calm that she saw the new incoming threats, the three guards, armed, with rings of light in their pupils; the sign of control. But, the woman behind Ilusa was not a nice person, had killed those forced to take up arms, those brainwashed to do so, those drugged to do so. Right now she wanted to use the skills that she did not have to take care of them and the torturer and rescue Astor, but she had to use what she had and use her reserves carefully. Thus her mind filtered through her whole repertoire of spells, for she felt like an avenging angel. But, she was also a healer and this was a game and everything could be healed up with magic that she held. So though she itched to burn them, she stayed her hand checking how the situation was going on, if @Eleanor Loan and Roland managed on their own.

As Eleanor did not manage to defeat the enemies, she had to help Roland getting rid of the enemies. And if Ilusa did so with far fewer reservations, with far more glee than she would have otherwise; well. No one had to know, right? First, she had to free up her hands, which was done by throwing the pan at the nearest guard. She doubted it would do anything, but she needed to free her hands.

“Oh-Keyren doila preyöl.” Words of power were spoken and light illuminated her hands. “Bartsu quifcarva wehlapri.” Light could be used to heal. But light could also be used to burn. And right now, she wished to burn those enemies who stood between her and freeing Astor. “Färrum galhai, orawapra!” Between her joined hands, the light flew toward the nearest guard. The beauty of the spell was that after hitting the main target it would bounce off onto next target, hitting it with 50% of the offensive power and then bounce last time to another, hitting it with 25% of the power.

Raid Master · Oct 30, 2017

Red Team Cycle 8

@Eleanor Loan pooled the energy for spell in her hands, and then struck her wrist to release it. The energy materialized in the form of three distinct arcane missiles that darted at the group of enemies on the other side of the room. Unfortunately, only one missile was a hit. The man who has been torturing Astor received this blow, which made him stagger backward, stunned at the burning sensation on his bare chest.

@Ilusa Nakhalee threw the pan at the nearest guard in anger, but he easily blocked the projectile, knocking it out of the way with his shield. Her spell, which was aimed at Astor's torturer out of anger. It easily struck him, since he has yet to recover. The man screamed in pain as the scorching light slowly melted his skin. With both attacks focused on him, the man did not die, but was completely incapacitated while he writhed from pain on the floor.

The attack immediately bounced off the torturer and struck Guard 1, setting him ablaze with the radiance, however, he did not go down. Being injured seemed to heighten his alertness as his grip of her sword became increasingly tighter. The light bounced off of him, but completely missed when guard 2 jumped out of the way.

@Roland Rutledge was attacked by guard 1, who missed thanks to his ability to block the attack and natural defense. Missed

@Eleanor Loan was attacked by guard 2, and the one to receive the most severe blow as the guard was able to get a sword into her midsection. -25

@Ilusa Nakhalee was attacked by guard 3, who couldn't get a good hit in, but it was a cut on the arm nonetheless. -15

@Surrechis was still out of view. Missed

Torturer

10 HP

MAX HP
Burning -10 HP per cycle for 1 cycle.
Wielding a whip, which is now on the floor.

Guard 1

70 HP

MAX HP
Burning -20 HP per cycle for 2 cycle.
Wielding a Sword and shield.

Guard 2

100 HP

MAX HP
Wielding a 2H Sword

Guard 3

100 HP

MAX HP
Wielding a Sword

Roland

52 HP

MAX HP

30 EN

MAX EN
Magically Sapped (Debuff) Your magic mastery is halved.

Ilusa

35 HP

MAX HP

10 EN

MAX EN
Magically Sapped (Debuff) Your magic mastery is halved.

Eleanor

16 HP

MAX HP

20 EN

MAX EN
Magically Sapped (Debuff) Your magic mastery is halved.

Surrechis

51 HP

MAX HP

25 EN

MAX EN
Magically Sapped (Debuff) Your magic mastery is halved.

Roland Rutledge · Oct 31, 2017

Roland grit his teeth as he surged forward slamming his shoulder into the door with a thud. It wasn't enough, despite its look, the door wouldn't give away as easily as Roland had hoped. The sounds of torture coming from behind it, however, spurred him to try once more anyway. Backing up a few steps, Roland heard @Surrechis begin to sing, filling him with determination, which he then used to barrel forward once more hitting the door with all his might. The wood of the door moaned before the hinges gave in, sending the board flying forward into the torture room. Stumbling forward Roland couldn't help but stand frozen in confusion as he took in the scene before him. Astor laid on a torture table before him, practically torn apart with each limb cruelly twisted out of their socket.

The horror of the scene kept Roland entranced while the torturer called for back up, sending several odd looking guards scuttling into the room. Roland didn't have time to register their odd irises, much less ponder to their meaning as the one with the sword and shield plodded its way towards Roland. Without so much as a word the man slashed at Roland's chest, quickly snapping the red haired man out of his daze. With a flick of his wrist, Roland sent his cleaver towards the sword sending its path wide right. In the meantime both @Eleanor Loan and @Ilusa Nakhalee stepped forward into the room letting loose a barrage of spells, sending the torturer to the ground in agony.

Sadly, the other guards faired much better as they marched forward despite the onslaught both of them, sending their various weapons into the two casters without much resistance. Roland's blood began to boil as the situation quickly turned dire, were they wrong to have come this way after all? No. Had he had been in the same situation as Astor, he'd beg for him to put himself in this sort of danger. They had to push through, but not at the cost of the girls lives. Roland needed to back up to the room behind him, since they needed to tunnel these attackers, but it would be impossible while they had softer targets before them. With a shout Roland yelled, "Elenor! Ilusa! Get behind me! Let me be your shield!" Giving them a moment to hear his call, Roland would engage the solider with the large two handed weapon slashing at him with his two knives hoping to buy the girls some time. Roland edged forward towards the guard with the two handed sword, sending his left hand flying forward in an attempted thrust. The oddly eyed guard, reacted as Roland had expected, moving his large weapon vertically blocking the path of his blade. As the metal collided with a spark, Roland shifted his grip, sending the cleaver downwards digging into the man's hand. If it had been a real weapon, it would have cut all the way through separating the bone in his fingers cleanly from his hand, but with the dull tool the best Roland could do was cripple the man's hand as it landed with a crunch. Wheeling in pain, the guard took a step backwards, giving Roland and opportunity to thrust his second hand forward burying his second knife into the man's shoulder drawing a hefty stream of dark blood. With his attack delivered, Roland took at step backwards, trying to position himself in front of the entrance of the hallway they had created. Once the girls had moved Roland would yell at the guards in an attempt to force them to focus on him, "Come on you bastards, you want blood, come and get me you cowards!"

((OOC: Roland attacks guard 2, to try an create an oppurnity for Elenor and Ilusa to get back in the hallway, before moving in front of the entrance to said hallway))

Nalla · Oct 31, 2017

It soon became apparent to Eleanor that nothing really interrupted a good concentration like a large blade to the midsection. In an attempt to sweep herself out of the way from the piercing movement of the large weapon, she nearly made it, before it's sharp edge dug through her side. Carrying her momentum away, she yelped, hand reaching down to hold the separated flesh together, her fingers like weak stitches.

Agony came alongside a harsh ringing in her ears. Luckily, the sharp pitch was cut short, as the voice of another ally among her spoke up. As @Roland Rutledge spoke of positioning herself behind him, Eleanor nodded, trying her best to move herself through the pain. Finally arriving at a much more suitable position, she began to focus another spell.

Her previous attempt had been one of precision. Perhaps, if she had practice the technique of controlling multiple bolts at once, she would have been much more prepared, but to her discomfort, it had been her first attempt, and it had failed rather terribly. Wincing her eyes, she gave one brief glance towards @Ilusa Nakhalee. It seemed that her flames were doing quite well, though the self-proclaimed detective was not too familiar with that aspect of magic.

Tapping into her magic reserves, her energy beginning to dwindle just as her HP flickered, Eleanor pulled her hands close to herself. The arcane glow, as if pulled up from her core, began to coalesce into a ball of energy, holding it for a moment, she stared down into the attack she had created. Her previous failed attempt was unsuccessful due to inaccuracy, but this time... The explosion radius would be large enough to disregard that idea.

The swirling orb of raw arcane mana swirled forward, beating like a heart as she released it from her grasp. Fluttering forward, it left a trail like a toy rocket, whistling as it soared. Blinking off course multiple times, as it's unstable center shuttered out of control, she did her best to maintain concentration, guiding it into the foes with curled fingers... And when the moment was right-- Detonation.

Her fists clenched, and the tension strung up withing the swirling ball of arcane strings was released, bursting out in a violet explosion. Blinking as she stared at the damage she had caused, it appeared as though she had managed to defeat two of the foes, while damaging another. Carefully looking to each of her other party members, she bit her lip, nervous that the sound of her attack might call unwanted attentions. "Y-you guys alright?" She spoke with a hesitant voice, knowing that they were still in combat.

Raid Master · Oct 31, 2017

Red Team Cycle 9

@Roland Rutledge engaged guard 2 in combat. Although some of his attacks were repelled, a few good hits managed to go through, leaving the guard rather occupied. Dealt 25 damage.

@Eleanor Loan succeeded in casting her arcane spell, damaging the enemies attacking her teammates. Her attack finished off the torturer. Dealt: 51 damage to Guard 2. 35 damage to guard 3. Killing the torturer. As she approaches the low energy threshold, Eleanor begins to feel rather tired...

@Ilusa Nakhalee stayed behind Roland and focused on recovering her energy. It was a successful attempt. Gained 8 EN.

@Surrechis entered the torture room and used her Muse spell to knock guard 3 down onto the floor. It succeeded, lowering his ability to deal damage to them.

@Roland Rutledge was attacked by guard 1, who opened up with a shield bash before he brought his sword down into Roland's shoulder, where the lack of armor allowed it to cut almost all the way through. The guard then dragged the blade out, eliciting a spurt of blood from the massive wound. -51 HP.

Guard 3 attempted an AoE attack, but given his prone-state, the rest of the party easily dodged out of the way.

@Eleanor Loan Guard 3 missed!

@Ilusa Nakhalee Guard 3 missed!

@Surrechis Guard 3 missed!

Torturer (Dead)

Guard 2 (Dead)

Guard 1

50 HP

MAX HP
Burning -20 HP per cycle for 1 cycle.
Wielding a Sword and shield.

Guard 3

65 HP

MAX HP
Wielding a Sword

Roland

1 HP

MAX red HP

25 EN

MAX EN

Ilusa

35 HP

MAX HP

18 EN

MAX EN

Eleanor

16 HP

MAX HP

10 EN

MAX EN

Surrechis

51 HP

MAX HP

15 EN

MAX EN

Roland Rutledge · Nov 1, 2017

Roland dared a smile as the two spell casters made their way behind him. It wouldn't be easy to deal with the guards of course, but at least they should be out of harms way for the time being. From behind @Surrechis let out a terrible howl, that seemed to slam into one of the guards, sending him scrambling to the ground. "Good that leaves me just one to contend with." Roland thought as he stared at his shielded opponent. It wasn't exactly a perfect matchup, his shield, if used correctly, could make most of Roland's attacks efforts in futility. In an effort to find a way around it, Roland baited the man, lowering his defenses slightly.

The guard seemed prepared and thrust his shield forward unexpectedly smashing into Roland's nose, drawing blood and stunning him. "Arggh!" he groaned as
Roland's vision swam preventing him from even seeing the follow up attack. All Roland knew was that it suddenly felt like his shoulder was on fire as blood quickly poured out of him, "AAaaagghh!" he screamed in mostly surprise, as opposed to agony. Knowing the guard's defenses would be down after the strike, Roland struggled to follow up with his own attack, forcing his right hand in a lop sided arc, while commanding his left to do the same. The pain in his shoulder made it practically inoperable however, causing his arm to merely flop around limply as he attacked. "This...isn't...good..." he breathed trying to focus on anything but the pain.

Nalla · Nov 2, 2017

Following her successful attack, Eleanor was taken aback by the substantial damage taken by their 'tank', so to speak. The sustained hit had brought him to health lower than her own, and in a sudden panic, she wracked her mind to try and bring on a spell for the situation.

That is when the wave of exhaustion hit her. Washing through her in a cool sweep, like a breeze across the beach, she felt the reserves of her magical strength failing her, but striving onward, she pointed her hand towards the guard who had inflicted the damaging blow. Focusing, she attempted to hasten the spell process, making it all a clumsy ordeal!

An instant later, just as she was to release the attack, the prone guard began flailing. "Ehheh!?" Raising her leg and stepping back from the swung weapon, fearing for her own health as well, she swapped targets, hesitating on the initial casting. That pause was enough for the already poorly readied spell to fizzle out, with an all too familiar twinge twisting through her brain, aching. It had been a failed attempt, and without much else in her arsenal, she merely stepped back, hoping that an equally violent attack would not soon find her.

Raid Master · Nov 3, 2017

Red Team Cycle 10

@Roland Rutledge attacked Guard 1 who retaliated against him when the chance presented itself. When Eleanor was attack to launch a spell against him, the guard hastily raised his shield, but ended up dropping it when he saw her spell fizzle out. Instead, he held his bastard sword with both of his hands and ran it through Roland as Roland put one of the cleavers into the guard's neck, dealing significant damage because the guard dropped the shield. - 25 HP

@Eleanor Loan's spell fizzled out.

@Ilusa Nakhalee healed Roland for 23 HP. Afterward, she ran over to the cabinets where the potions are, leaving combat to her group as she quickly scavenged the shelves. Through the investigation mode, Ilusa was able to differentiate a bunch of different potions, some of which included minor healing. There were also a number of blue potions that restored energy as well.

Most curiously, however, was a bright yellow potion, which name and effects indicated as "???" to her. That meant 1 of 2 things, her Alchemy wasn't high enough in mastery, or the item was literally unknown to her and required an identification from a vendor.

@Surrechis played a song, which immediately stunned the already-prone guard.

@Roland Rutledge was attacked by guard 1, who trusted a bastard sword through his stomach, though through some miracle, Roland rebounded, escaping the jaw of death. 105-35=70 damage.

Guard 3 was stunned.

Torturer (Dead)

Guard 2 (Dead)

Guard 1

5 HP

MAX red HP

Wielding a Sword and shield.
- Damage: 55 - 30 (AC) = 25 - 20 (burning) = 5

Guard 3

65 HP

MAX HP
Stunned Cannot move at all for 1 turn.
Wielding a Sword

Roland

20 HP

MAX orange HP

20 EN

MAX EN

Death Called You have just had a second wind and it affected you psychologically. Take 100% more psychological damage.

Ilusa

35 HP

MAX HP

6 EN

MAX EN

Eleanor

16 HP

MAX orange HP

5 EN

MAX EN

Surrechis

51 HP

MAX HP

5 EN

MAX EN

Raid Master · Nov 12, 2017

Live Game Cycle 11

While everyone is doing their action, red team noticed Cain and Ursa coming into the torture room with a bunch of muscular prisoners who are armed.

Cain: "Let's rock and fucking rollll! Oh, wait, looks like you're mostly done here... Still need help, fellas? Or you want the glory for yourselves?"

Abel: Uuuh, those guards are trying to kill them, want me to like snapneck or something?

Ursa: Ye! Let's git those Falderen fuckwits!

Cain: "Bout time for action, I guess?" He looks conflicted over having nine people gang bang two injured guards. "Fuck it, RIP AND TEAR."

Ursa: Git the guard only! That's the enemy!

The prisoners surrounded the guards and stomped them to death with zero effort.

"Oi, fist bro, have this!" Cain said, tossing that one a looted weapon.

Astor gasped as he snapped out of his unresponsive state, groaning in pain, which thankfully had subsided thanks to Ilusa. He put his lips against the potion and drank it down greedily, nourishing his health.

Astor: I-uh... nng... He struggled to speak as his mind was in pieces after the ordeal. Despite the healing attempt, Astor's body did not heal properly, even when his health went up. He made gestures that implied he will follow the group where they choose to go, but not without someone helping him walk.

With a relived sigh Roland sees the group of prisoners bust through the door, killing the remaining gurds, "Man... would have been a lot better to see you guys about thirty seconds ago." A half second later he glanced at Astor before Qrin moved to his side and said, "Someone should get Astor some help... I need a minute...." Roland takes a moment to try and recuperate from his near death experience. To distract himself, he looks at the yellow vial, checking to see if he knows its contents before walking away from the potion shelf after failing to identify it claiming, "Hmm.. Not sure what this is, but it's likely better off left alone."

Life sucks and then you died, but Astor was neither dead not sucking right now. Comforted by a white haired Felis and with his toeturers all more or less dead, Cain nodded in approval at everything that had happened, before the glimmer of gold caught his eyes. No, not gold, but lightning in a bottle. Dark eyes glimmering with thinly veiled mania, Cain motioned towards Roland, interested more in the unknown than the blue and red of EN and HP pots.

Cain: Hey, can I see that?

Roland looked hagard, moving back to the fallen gaurd who wielded the sword and shield inspecting the the body with wide eyes that betrayed his inner turmoil, despite this he made an effort to appear nonchallant, "I'd be careful with that, whatever it is, is a much higher level than anything else here."

Cain: "Just what I need." He takes it, uncorks it, and downs it like a shot of vodka. "Wew, strong kick."

The potion exploded. Cain (4 HP) Magical Poisoning: Vomits bright colored liquid every 30 minutes. Regained all energy.

As Cain threw his head back to drink it Roland eyes grew, rushing over to try and slap it out of his hand. Given the distance he couldn't prevent him from doing as such before he finished drinking the entire potion. Pausing breifly, Roland tried to grab one of the swords off the ground and press it up against Cain's next in one smooth motion.

Roland: "WHATS WRONG WITH YOU! ARE YOU INSANE!"

Cain: SHUT UP IT COMPELS ME I MUST CLEANSE THE WITCH'S TAINT. NOW CONSUME THE REST OR GIVE IT TO MEEEEEE. I MUST SATE THINESELF. THE PRICE MUST BE PAID THE PRICE MUST BE PAID THE PRICE MUST BE PAID. GIVE ME IT, THOSE CLEANSING ELIXIRS!

Abel: Hey, don't look at me, that guy's just crazy.

Ilusa: Shh.. It's alright now, you are safe. -to the shouting annoyanace- Oh be silent you screaming fool

Astor wrapped his quivering arms around Ilusa, his breathing stabilizing. Despite his training as in the police academy, nothing quite prepared him to experience that level of torture. For now, at least the team was being reunited.

Roland let out an annoyed grunt as he moved his blade from the mans throat before cocking his hand back and whipping his hilt forward at Cain’s temple hoping to knock him out.

It did knock him out. Fleshy mage is fleshy, but Cain will remember this.

The alarm started blaring.

Raid Master · Nov 12, 2017

Live Game Cycle 12

Shocked Roland looked around before he realized that the alarm was likely due to the group of them, immediately he regretted knocking Cain out but set quickly into motion moving to the potions and downing a health potion leaving the rest for the others. “Sorry about your friend...” Roland said to Ursa and the gang, “But we don’t have time for a psychopath.” If no one would stop him Roland would try and peel off the armor from the guard that was around his same size and put it on.
“We need to hurry.”

Abel: Fuck, this doesn't sound good. Yo, is this all the friends you guys have in here?

“Not sure, there was a lot of us taken, but we were blindfolded I haven’t seen anyone I know since we were locked up.” Roland looks around not recognizing most of them, “but I do know where a few more prisoners are.”

Ursa: Hm? - Ursa heard Cain's shouts while looking for parts, returning to the rest of the prisoners to check what was happening. By the time she returned, however, Ursula managed to see Roland knock Cain out.

Ursa: What the fuck! We come in here and save your bleedin' ass and ye do that to him!? Sorry, uh!? Ye don't mind gettin' a hit to the head like that as well right!? - she snarled, blood boiling with anger. And then the alarm happened. "Tch!" - she set the problem aside and helped Illusa free Astor from the torture device. She then salvaged the straps and used them to try and wake up cain witha few slaps. "Wake the fuck up! We ain't got any more time Cain!"(edited)

Roland ignored the blacksmiths anger, continuing to dress himself before moving to the other one handed sword and taking it for himself as well. Almost reflexively he tried to activate his inventory to summon some smelling salts before realizing it was still locked down. Instead he grabbed a health potion and moved behind Ursa, “Lets at least try this and hope he’s calmed down this time.” He said before trying to force the potions liquid down the unconscious mans throat. As he did so he tried to talk to the group in a calm manner despite the alarm with only the shakiness of his voice betraying him, “Any idea where to head from here? We came through the broken wall but didn’t explore much further.”

Ilusa was more worried about Astor and his state. His mangled limbs worried her. Seeing how they were down to only single health potion, she gave it to Roland. "Do drink it this time." That done, she took a hold of Astor and decided to cast a healing spell on him, while listening to the alarm in worry. She gained enough Stamana for it. At least the foolish, loudly yelling man was quiet and not abusing her sensitive ears... Hopefully when he will wake he will continue being quiet.

Roland nods at Ilusa, while deposting the health pot into his invetory. Crouching near Astor, Roland slung an arm underneath his shoulder hoisting him upwards, "We're going to have to move, lets go guys."

The moments following Eleanor's spell fizzling seemed to come together for her in a blur. The entrance of a familiar face, Ursa, as well as some prisoners seemingly allied with them. Certainly a welcome sight, but as her energy had levels dwindled, so did a majority of her focus. Acquiring and consuming the potion given to her did well to change that, but the effects were not necessarily immediate. Having been quiet through the previous moments, she remained so, merely nodding in agreement to the suggestion of moving forwards.(edited)

Roland would gaze at the party for a moment before coughing up the last health potion and tossing it to Elenor, "Here, it might be dangerous going forward"

Abel: Hmm, this sounds bad, let's salvage as much as we can and get a move on, boys and girls, we don't have a lot of time left before the guards surround us. If y'all know where the other allies are, we can run there.

Roland: I don't think I can carry anymore, and the rest of us seemingly prefer magic anyway, lets just go.

Eleanor would bow her head in thanks to the offered potion, drinking it as well. A silent hurrah rang in her mind. A cheer for not dying yet!

Given this situation, it almost seemed as though Abel was just as lost as the adventurers he encountered by chance. First things first, he needed to confirm where the party should go.

Abel: Okay, does anyone have a map of this place by the way? From what I have heard and seen earlier, the prison has two wings, western and eastern. I was held in the eastern wing, but in one of the corners so I don't know much about it.

Roland: "Yes Elenor has a map (@Akeno), as far as I can tell we came from the western wing, and that wall we dug through leads back to it."

Abel: There's no point going back into the western wing anymore, I figured we could get a few more prisoners to bolster our ranks, but I'm pretty sure I just heard an explosion. Definite not going back there.

Pya! Pya! Pya! With a combination of physical abuse and just how painfully loud the sirens were, there was no way that Cain would have just slept it off. Opening his eyes and tasting the faint aftertinge of the potions he had consumed, the midnight haired muse licked his teeth and grimaced. The witch's concoction was still there. He needed more...but thankfully, there were none.

Cain: "Apologies for that unsightly display. The price paid for revival is an unpleasant one, sadly. Moving forward, it'll be best to hide any vialled concoctions from my sight...but enough of my own problems. If there's an explosion, I say we rush to it. Join up with the troublemakers there cause, retracing our steps would just end up with us meeting up with the garrisoned guards that we went out of our way to avoid."

He turned towards Surrechis.

"Haven't dueted in a while, have we? Mind lending me your voice so we can all recover from our wounds?"

Regardless of her assistance or not, Cain would begun humming a hymn of healing, indiscriminately removing the wounds from all those in the room. He had a full EN bar and the strange debuff had been removed with that explosion. It was time to earn his paycheck.

Roland nodded at Cain happy to see knocking him out had calmed him down, Abel words confused Roland though. "Well... If we aren't going back West, then we should head East? Then lets just go."

Ilusa took the chance to gain more breather after easing some of the pain that Astor was under. Any Stamana (EN) gained back was important to her. She also cared more for the state that Astor was in, her mind only assured that it was a game and ultimately at least the visible scars could be healed..

If not the mental ones. When the discussion where to go had appeared (and the brought back to consciousness man was more sane; it seemed that that act was because of his Death Affliction), she voted to follow the calmer man named Abel as glance at his bar showed her. She too did not wish to go in direction of Explosion, not when their group was in such sorry state (Even if Roland got himself new armour and weapon).

System · Nov 12, 2017

Continues here...

System · Nov 12, 2017

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