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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 22:22:08 GMT
Gareth's magic sealed the gash in an instant, "Good to go." He declared, "Now I couldn't care less about how many people everyone has killed, what I do care about is getting some of these blades back to our cells and then getting more blades to more cells."
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Post by coolyo294 on Oct 22, 2014 2:46:47 GMT
Petor's whole hand tingled painfully as feeling returned to it. He clenched and unclenched his fingers a few times and eventually the prickling went away, leaving a livid scar as the only reminder of the wound. He nodded approvingly towards Gareth.
As he glanced around the room looking for what they could take, he spotted a familiar gleam in the corner of the storehouse. It was his old suit of corinthian half-plate, as weathered and proud as the day his captors took it from him. An imposing greatsword was also propped against the wall next to it, also belonging to Petor.
"They've treated you well," Petor muttered to himself as he slipped on the familiar armor. It was not as well fitted as it once was, owing to Petor's emaciation, but that would go away in time as he regained his strength. Like all corinthian armor the set was plain yet functional, consisting of a cuirass, pauldrons, faulds, gauntlets, and a barbute helmet. A small stylized eagle was set into the left of the breastplate.
The weight of the greatsword was reassuring in Petor's hands as he hefted it up. It was a blade that had served him well for more than two decades and he was glad to have it back.
With his old gear finally claimed, Petor was confident he could slay anything that stood in the way of freedom
------------------- Petor gains: -1 set of half plate -1 greatsword
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Post by yumichi on Oct 22, 2014 13:23:50 GMT
Felan heard that remark of Petor, "you know nothing of me, warrior. Don't judge me by my age, you don't know what I've been through already." Felan calmly said. She looked a bit around still searching for her daggers, and came to the conclusion those really weren't here. She walked towards the door and looked around the corner, then she walked back. She was worried that some guards could come any moment now, so she said "I don't think we should stay here any longer."
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Post by Lord Harrab on Oct 24, 2014 4:03:47 GMT
As if to give weight to Falen's worries, the scream came again, this time accompanied by a laugh and the slamming of a door. This seemed to drive the Spren into a agitated flutter.
"They Hurt! With Metal and heat!"
She floated down to hover before Falen's face, close enough she could see the sprites tiny being in the center of the orb of light, then to Istra, then Bel.
"They will Hurt and hurt until she Sings, but death will come first. They want her music for their mistress! When they don't get it, they will be angry. You must help!"
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Post by coolyo294 on Oct 24, 2014 4:44:27 GMT
"Alright, we get it." Petor grumbled. He looked at each member of the group "Now if we're all in agreement, follow me. We have a musician to save."
Petor lead the way out of the storeroom, barely sparing a contempt filled glance at the corpse of the elven captain. He was disappointed that she had robbed him of the pleasure of vengeance, but still content with her demise. And there would always be more guards for him to unleash his fury on should they choose to stand in his way.
Slowly the group advanced through the rough stone hallways of the fortress-prison. On occasion they had to duck into the shadows to avoid a passing guard, but eventually they made it to the room where the musician was being tortured without being detected.
Now gathered outside the door, Petor looked at the spren who hovered above them. "Well? What can we expect in there?" he asked, hoping the faerie had the sense to understand that simple question.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Oct 25, 2014 19:34:01 GMT
The Spren bobbed back and forth above them as if considering the question and trying its hardest to be accurate before answering. "Not Sure. Sometimes many Metal Men,sometimes few. Always Her, Always Hurting. Sometimes she sang for me."
It seemed to think for a moment, then its color changed to a sickly green of its fellows abck in the cells, and with a crack, vanished through the door.
A few tense seconds passed, during which the night was cut by another scream, and the Sprite returned, flickering back to its normal blue, twinged by flashes of red.
"They hurt!" it whispred, its greif obvoius to all, "They do not question or command, only hurt. They turn the whell and rend the flesh, but they do it for their own desires. Two Metal Men, the Blood of the Singer on their hands, they Hurt her. She is Strong, but the flesh is weakening, it must stop or all is lost!"
the opening of the door is ignored by the two guards within, instead their attention is on their charge, chained to the far wall under a brazier that drops hot ash upon a head of dark brown hair, her arms forced up at painfully angles by lengths of chain and manacles tightened so much her hands are pale. She is naked, but almost every inch is either bruised, scared, burned or bleeding from shallow and jagged cuts. The Guards Look like the rest you have seen in the tower, but their armored gauntlets are wet with blood, as is the floor below the woman's feet. One of them laughs at a remark from his comrade as he tosses him a blade and turns to the door, expecting it to be more of his comrades, as the laughter dies in his throat and he moves to stand the woman' raises her head up and in the one eye you can see in a face bruised and as cut as the rest of her body you see something that you had lacked until the Spren had drifted into your cell a scant time ago.
Hope.
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Post by admiral9 on Oct 25, 2014 20:19:10 GMT
With each scream of pain Istia grew more agitated, but they were waiting for the spren to reappear. Although she knew she had to wait every inch of her body urged her to charge in, only calmed by her mind, she clenched her mace and muttered out a soft curse. The waiting carried on for another minute until the spren reappeared, it informed them of the numbers the enemies had, Istia didn't wait for another second before standing up and rushing into the room, "Stop right there" she bellowed as she commenced to cast a lightning bolt at one of the guards.
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Post by coolyo294 on Oct 25, 2014 22:02:26 GMT
Burning hatred filled Petor as he saw what they had done to the woman. All the torments and tortures he had suffered during his imprisonment must pale in comparison to the horrors she had suffered
Alongside the dranei Petor launched himself at the two guards, swinging his greatsword with battle-honed precision.
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Post by yumichi on Oct 25, 2014 22:31:05 GMT
Felan looked at the women, she was really shocked and suddenly felt even more scared of those guards. How could they do something that horrible to someone and still laugh. Those guards are monsters, nothing human-like anymore. Felan felt anger and hatred towards those faceless men. She wanted to kill them now. She held her duo swords and rushed right after the lighting bolt towards those guards. Alongside Petor she attacked those guards, swinging her duo swords with hatred, fear and precision.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2014 23:03:40 GMT
Rage burned in Gareth's heart as the door swung open, pure unadulterated rage. Hate beyond description burned within him at the sight of the woman's battered body. His hate fueled his anger, and his anger fueled his magic. A bolt of lightning flew from his hands before he was through the doorway.
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Gareth casts Lightning Bolt.
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