Dungeon Cells Can't Hold Us (OPEN!!!)

[Ashla]

OPEN TO ANYONE WHO WANTS TO JOIN!!!

They'res 100 guards per floor, and 5 floors.

We must work our ways through the floors until we meet the Master Guard. We have to defeat him. When we do, the door opens and we are FREE.

Rules:
I would highly appreciate it if there was
No swearing
No inappropriate themes

Thank you. :)

~ BlueGhostofSeaside

[Ashla]

We were all in a dungeon. We had to escape! But how? I looked across the room to the other people there. I didn't know if we could make it out alive, but we had to try! If we only worked together, we could break out!

"Everyone listen up!" I caught everyone's attention, "I'm gonna break out of this place! Who's with me?"

[Sen Zelrok]

"I am, I've had enough of this place. anyone else?" Sen Zelrok said looking around. "We need more people, just two won't be enough. Let's show someone how a real man fights. Oh and the girl too."

[hoytti]

"Roxi and I are in!" Sorish said with a smile. Roxi shown herself from behind his head. They were tired of looking at everything from behind glass. The only problem was his water magic book was outside his cell on the table and his tank was completely sealed. "Just grab my water magic book on that table and break me out of here, and I will help any way possible." he said with a grin. He was going to destroy those who had put him in this confounded tank.

[Sen Zelrok]

"Good, but three still won't be enough. we need i'd say probably two more." Sen Zelrok said looking throughout the room, "anyone else?"

[Itera]

Prison was dull, which was terrible.

Many times, Itera had looked down from a perch on the clouds at a town or city or village and reflected on how much it looked like an ant hill full of very self-important ants. Often, she did this while totally tanked. Such reflections led her to believe that there were interesting and amusing stories behind every window, inside every house, and following every life. Then she would shamelessly spy on people and usually be proven horrifyingly wrong when they refused to break into a song and dance routine or say something funny or do anything except go about their little dull, miserable lives. It was disgraceful, really.

On the days when she wasn't entirely besotted or sleeping, Itera works rather hard to remedy the problem of people not being entertaining enough. It turned out to be really easy to cause humorous incidents, if you were a boundary fairy with no sense of possession, personal space, shame, decency, or any of those other things that make human civilization civilized. She thought it hilarious when she swiped an ungiven gift box of sweets from the husband, ate half of it, and then hid the rest in the wife's dresser. There was also the entertaining panic about ghost hauntings around the mansion when she appeared, with a cup of tea, to appreciate the art in the master's private collection and then promptly vanished after the master glimpsed her.

Criminal acts were not the reason why she was in the dungeon. Itera had seen the place from the outside and, being bored again, decided to see what being on the inside was like. Right now, there was a bewildered prisoner somewhere in the middle of a forest because the fairy had taken no care in placing his exit portal when she replaced him with herself. It was a very rude shock to his cellmate to be prodded awake by a parasol and asked what there was to do around the place. His answer led to her conclusion that prison was dull, which was terrible. Then there was a jailbreak attempt.

Itera peered at the barred door to the cell, raised a hand, and tore open a purple-edged hole in space. She stepped into it, the rift moved through the bars, and then she stepped back out. The rift closed in the time that it took her to smooth down her offensively frilly white-and-purple dress and straighten the ribbons on her hat. The parasol was gone, stowed safely away in the stand in her house.

"Hey! Wha' bout me!?" Demanded a voice behind her that didn't know whether to be upset, terrified, or astonished.

"You'll figure it out~" Itera glanced back with amused, gleaming yellow eyes, then set off down the corridor. Her fan opened with a noise like a slingshot, concealing her wide grin as she approached the next room. This was the noisy one, with all the amusing people in it.

"So~" Itera looked through the barred window on the door, "I'm Itera. It's so nice to meet you. You're escaping, right? Surely you won't mind if I watch~"

[hoytti]

"Watching won't get me or anybody else for that matter out of here." Sorish scolded. "We need people willing to fight the guards. Though you could possibly get me my book over there on the table, the one made out of coral. It will hep in our escape effort"

[Itera]

"Of course~" Itera thought that these were the best kind of people to watch. They were definitely motivated, possibly competent, and a blanket, several people, and a basket of food shy of a picnic. When a pretty girl shows up outside your prison cell without an escort and ask if you're planning to escape, the fellow admonishes her on the willingness to fight. No inconvenient questions about how she had gotten there, who she was, whether she's a journalist, or why she looked like she was going to a very frilly tea party. The rock-monster-thing was definitely the sort that you could wind up, aim, and follow the ensuing hilarity.

Her very sensible boots made a light thudding noise on the flagstone floor as Itera made her deliberately slow way over to the table in question. This gave her enough time to pull on a pair of white gloves because the bit of her mind that was as sensible as her boots reminded her that she has no idea where that book has been. The thing was pretty in an organic, tumor-like way. For a long, irritating minute, Itera stood there and admired it, flipping through a few pages in the process.

Another admonishment came from the coral-thing. Really, it had no idea that it owed Itera its life, does it? She had the temptation to tell it all about how Isylle had showed up on the beach that one particularly fragrant day, but resisted. A kept secret was the best kind of secret and there would eventually come a time later where revealing it would make a more amusing, shocked face on the fellow.

It was rather heavy, Itera observed as she carried the book over to the noisy door. That door was solidly constructed, three inches of aged oak bound in iron strips and opening inwards in its stone frame. There was a rather heavy padlock the size of her own delicate hand. There was the small window, but it had iron bars running across it. She pouted into that window.

"It won't fit~"

"Use... use the feed slot!"

"What?"

"The feed slot! At the bottom of the door!"

There was a shuffling noise and then half the book poked through.

"It's stuck on one of the rock bumps. Why did you have to make the book out of bumpy rocks?"

[hoytti]

"It is actually a creature." Sorish said, "It is the only material we can use under the sea." Sorish thought for a second then said, "I know, pull it out and open it to page 43."

[Inwuhou]

Two cells over, Inwuhou slowly surfaced from her meditations as the place got rather more clamorous than usual. She had been arrested for begging in the streets and thrown into the dungeons. This made no sense in two ways. If she was begging, then being thrown into the dungeons got her a meal - however maggoty and runny - every day. If she was begging, then she would not have been offering to read people's pasts for a small consideration. The officer making the arrest had kept wiggling his fingers at her, palms up, like he was expecting something. Maybe papers?

The sentence wasn't an issue, just half a year. Inwuhou simply sat down in her cell and lengthened the ripples of time that she traveled in. Days compressed into minutes. From her perspective, the entire month had taken a half hour to pass and she'll be done with her sentence in time to get hungry for lunch. The guard that came to feed the prisoners, when he remembered to, had give up on this cell's occupant for dead because she never ate anything.

Somebody started yelling about something and there was unscheduled movement. Inwuhou became concerned and reverted to a more human time flow. Seconds became seconds again and she found herself confused and lost as someone a door or two down said, "It's stuck." Confusion was common enough and the solution was well-known to any Wuji nun. She cast her senses backwards in history, just a few minutes...

Oh.

This was a dangerous enterprise; someone could get seriously hurt that way. Inwuhou stood up in one fluid, unfolding motion and smoothed down her robe and outskirt. The ribbon holding the massive ponytail required a brief tightening. She walked to the big door and stretched back along its history until, a month ago, she arrived at it being locked. A brief, one-second application of the temporal eraser later, Inwuhou was racing back to the present and just behind the time ripple.

The door now had never been locked. She pulled it open and walked out, eyes closed, a calm smile on her face. It has been so long since she learned that the past begins in the present that she hardly uses her physical eyes and ears anymore. It had all been replaced by history senses, which were always in focus and could be replayed, slowed, and sped up as desired. Right now, she was studying the girl in the tea gown trying to flip through rocky-covered book. She traced back along her history...

Oh.

Inwuhou walked closer, her hands together in her wide sleeves, "Itera of Tenger Jerhal, I greet you and welcome you to this world. I am Inwuhou, of the Wuji Temple." She bowed forward, "I ask that you reconsider for the sake of these people and for the sake of the guards who would be injured in violence. Please, free them from here directly or stop encouraging them."

[Itera]

"I might not be able to read~" Itera was saying, flipping the book's pages after placing it back on the table. She froze as a nun walked up and pronounced far more information than any human, let alone any human that she did not know, should be in possession of. Her fan slammed shut. She slowly rotated to face the smiling, eyes-shut Inwuhou.

"I don't like to be surprised." It was not a time for stupid questions. Itera brought to her mind an image of the sky high above Corone in preparation to drop the intruder through a rift.

"I apologize. I was under the impression that being surprised and entertained was your goal." Inwuhou straightened up from her bow. "But I must ask again that you refrain from causing violence and injury with these people."

Itera tapped her fan against the palm of one hand, "You disparage me. I have no such intentions. I only want to watch them escape. There is nothing wrong with that, not even in this world." She was no longer grinning.

[Inwuhou]

"You are a manipulator of boundaries. The distinctions of location pose little difficulty to you. If you wished, you can open a rift between this place and anywhere else; it would be unnecessary to go out through the doors. Is this not how you entered this dungeon today?"

Itera said nothing, her smile was gone, her golden eyes were half-lidded. She slowly paced in a circle around Inwuhou, who did not turn but continued speaking.

"You, who have not lived as they have lived, should still understand the suffering that they endure. Men enjoyed life like a bird in a great forest when they are young, because they have no attachments, no worries, and no desires. When old, great fear occurs to them because of attachments, worries, and desires. You are unlike men; I comprehend this."

Itera had circled around all the way now.

"For a fairy such as you, you have no home or hut, and so you are free from bonds of place. You have no mother or father, and so you are free from bonds of brood. You exist so long as boundaries exist, and so you are free of bonds of mortality. You answer to no-one and no society, and so you are free of bonds of responsibility. You will always have a tomorrow, and so you are free of bonds of legacy. I comprehend this."

Itera started circling the other way. Her fan had stopped tapping.

"If they force their way out, there will be violence, bloodshed, and great suffering. Those are meaningless to you, save as entertainment. However, I must intercede and ask you to please not do this. We are not like you. We have not seen centuries melt together into a big game. Their lives are short and brimming with suffering. It is wrong to add to that in any way."

"SHUT UP!" An incensed Itera swung her fan down at Inwuhou's head.

[Ashla]

Ashla looked back to why she was here...

... She and another person were standing next to each other. The one person had a large, black, cloak on. She suddenly turned in shock when she saw three guards enter the area they were in. She suddenly shoved a box into Ashla's arms and ran. The guards started to chase her then turned to Ashla. She looked down to the box, then back up at them, and smiled nerviously, "Now... Don't get any ideas, guys... I'd never steal in a million years!" But they didn't listen. A couple seconds later, she was stuck in this dump! How could they get out with only these few people? She was happy for the help given to them this far, but they still need more help!

[Sen Zelrok]

"I don't mean to interupt" Sen Zelrok said to the two, "But i've been listening to your conversaiton and i just wanted to say, i want to kill these guards, for no reason do i want to escape. I'ts agianst my nature to just sit around doing nothing for my 100 year sentence, i need to fight. now if you'd be so kind and turn that book to page 43 for Sorish, i'd really appreciate it."

[Itera]

Inwuhou sees everywhere and everywhen, of course. Itera's sneak attack was neither sneaky nor really an attack. The nun reacted reflexively.

Gale Curls Clouds

A half second stretched into two seconds. Inwuhou moved in a time-displaced blur and snapped into position, a half-step back, with one hand gently locking Itera's arm by the wrist. A slight pressure and the fairy's fan dropped neatly into Inwuhou's other hand. The nun released, turned around, and bowed, presenting the fan back to its owner.

"Please do not do that. Anger is bad for the development of the spirit."

"I am not angry!" Itera seized back the fan.

"Please do not do that. Saying falsehoods is bad for the development of the spirit."

"I am not lying! I am not angry!" Itera swung again, her face reddening like it has seldom done before.

WHAP.

Inwuhou had not moved. There was a moment of stillness while Sen Zelrok said his piece and reiterated Sorish's request. He appeared to have been ignored like an umbrella stand on a sunny day.

Itera removed her fan, stared at the red, rectangular welt on Inwuhou's forehead, and then spun away. "I am not angry and I am definitely not helping." She said, quietly.

Inwuhou, her eyes still closed, her lips still smiling, deleted an instant in her history. The welt never existed. "I can only advise. Violence is not a healthy outlet of anger." She glanced at the book and turned the two remaining pages before page 43, then turned towards Sen Zelrok's cell and took a bow.

"That is a very unenlightened attitude to have, murderous one. Violence begets more violence and killing begets more killing. The path to enlightenment begins with understanding that all suffering stems from selfish desires ..."

The nun's lecturing started up again.

[Sen Zelrok]

"If violence and killing only leaves to more volence and killing then i'll gladly do mor voilence an killing." Sen Zelrok said to Inwuhou, "i don't wish for enlightenment anyways. violence and killing is in my nature. it's as if it's all i know how to do." he said as he started to use his claws to cut the bars. "Yes all this time i could've broken out, i was just waiting for the right moment." Sen Zelrok said as he stepped out of the cage he was for so long contained in. and walked over to Ashla's cage to do the same.

[hoytti]

"Thank you miss." Sorish said to the young lady. "I would advise everyone hold onto something." then he started the spell "Wan Gon, fir stron in tri!" Suddenly the water in his tank started to flow straight as an arrow at the glass in front of Sorish. It hit the glass hard and it cracked he kept the current pounding against the glass for 3 seconds. suddenly it broke and the water in the tank came spewing out. Sorish quickly cast the breathing bubble spell so he could breath then looked at everyone else in the room.

[Inwuhou]

"There are many impure and difficult things that are in the nature of people when born. Part of enlightenment is to recognize what these are and strive to overcome and eliminate them so that wisdom may take root and grow into understanding. Through understanding, one can achieve bliss. Does not the bee vigorously attack the thick-hided bear to no avail? How much happier would it be, if it can understand to build the hive where the bear cannot reach! Does not the sardine swarm in great schools only to be caught all at once in a single net? How much happier would it be, if it can understand to swim apart and avoid the boat!"

Inwuhou's lecturing at Sen Zelrok didn't let up for more than a second as the bottom of her robes were wetted. She didn't mind; clothes were things outside the body. If she only cared for her body as a vessel for the spirit, how much more could she care for mere belongings?

"You say that you do not wish for enlightenment; down that lies the path to suffering! The unenlightened beings, like the lowest animals, are ever at the mercy of their own nature. The wise rise above their own nature and escape the cycle of suffering. You, too, can rise above your own birth. Does not a baby only know how to suckle and cry? They have all learned to do more before two years is out. Does not a caterpillar only know how to chew and sleep? See what they become, with colorful wings dancing along the wind. It is not impossible. It only asks that you set your mind to it."

[Itera]

Itera poked her head back out from her rift, not a drop of dampness on her dress. She said peevishly to Sorish, "Have you considered, maybe, that you could have just climbed out the top of that tank instead?"

Her suggestion made no sense, of course. The sides of the tank were glass. The top of the tank was a metal grate. This was not part of Itera's consideration because she was very busy trying to withstand the torrent of words coming out from the nun.

"It looks like most of you are out, so I'll go along and watch, won't I? Please make it interesting!"

[hoytti]

"That son of a plankton. She could have easily got us out and we wouldn't have to worry about fighting. Now in order to be freed from this good for nothing trench we have to fight. I am upset with the people who through me in here for 'being too tall.' Seriously, what kind of rule is that? I'm short for my people, the average height is 10 feet add on most crowns and you get 14 - 15 feet," Sorish said. "That doesn't mean I want to kill them though. I am in NEED to get out of here. I have a five month old sister who I need to get back to ASAP. If I don't... I don't even want to think about it." he said starting to sob. He was the reason she needed to stay with him in the first place. If he hadn't come up onto land then his people would be safe and he wouldn't have mind being in jail for a week.

"Sorish," Roxi said audibly, "Stop putting so much pressure on yourself. If you hadn't come up onto land somebody else would have. You are not to blame for the war under the sea. You only have four more days till you are released. you gave instructions to the innkeeper on how to take care of her didn't you?"

"Yes but her sixth month is in two days and that is when the naming ritual happens. I must get back to her before then." Sorish answered audibly.

"Fine Sorish, we will fight to get to your sister though it is not in your nature. You can still count us in."

[Itera]

Itera listened bemusedly to Sorish whinge about being tall, about needing to meet a sister, and other things that made no sense to her and that she could not be made to care about. What she did care about right now was that recognition was finally starting to settle in. It really shouldn't have taken this long, given the distinctiveness of the Coralian's ... appearance. All sorts of other connections clicked into place and a complicated feeling rose up in the recesses of Itera's mind.

The ugly little red thing had tried to attack a fairy of Tenger Jerhal.

The nasty, blue-eyed girl had actually attacked a fairy of Tenger Jerhal.

The monstrous rock-thing had no sense of loyalty after being saved by a fairy of Tenger Jerhal.

The talkative nun knew far too much already.

Itera wasn't the vindictive sort. Actually vindictive fairies were very rare in their homeland because everyone was at war with everyone else all the time anyway. She wasn't loyal to other fairies. Actually loyal fairies were nonexistent in their homeland because the alliances changed minute-to-minute and often it was perfectly fine to be allied to completely opposite sides at the same time. She was, however, a Greater Fairy.

Fairies are prideful. Greater Fairies even more so. Mere mortals of this world were not allowed to think that they could be better than personifications of nature.

There was a flicker of violet and suddenly the whole hallway was much quieter. Inwuhou had been swallowed up by a rift from behind. The nun's reflexes and motions were incredibly fast, but no amount of speed could possibly save one from a danger sprouting from one's own back. It was as impossible as jumping out of your own skin (though the Fairy of Surprise tries very hard to test that hypothesis).

Leaning half out of her own rift, Itera smiled and said to Sorish, "I'm not male. And now I remember you." She ducked back in and the rift closed.

Somewhere in distante floors, a delighted, disembodied voice drifted in the corridors sing-songing "Prisoners are making a break in the lower cells~"

[Sen Zelrok]

"Finally some action." Sen Zelrok said as he extended his claws to the full three inches. "Sorish don't worry we'll get you to your sister."

[Moonberrycat]

Leaving this creepy place? Oh yeah, she was in. "Let's get out of this junk yard." She said, her hands straying to her two swords. "I'd like to see a good fight being put up between the guards and us. This. This is going to be awesome."

[meganbloomington]

"wait, ZeZe what about me?" Megan said, as she watched Sen Zelrok extend his claws. He ran over and cut her bars too since her claws were not long enough. "Ok, now let's kill some guards. ZeZe, you remember our little trick don't you?"

"I lift you up using telekinesis and throw you at the enemy?"

"yea, that one."

"Ok, let's do it."

[Caelan Bolish]

He struggles against the iron shackles that bounded his hands to his back. The shackles were attached to a spike imbedded into the cobblestone wall connected by a weary, old chain. Caelan couldn't understand why he was chained up like a dog. All he did was take a piece of fruit from a stall in a place he later learned is called a market square. It was all alone with no one around it, so he thought it was okay to take it. This world was very strange to him because as soon as he took it a pudgy, stout man with a droopy mustache was shouting, "Thief! Thief!" Before he could even react he was surrounded by three city guards with their blades drawn.

Now he was in this terrible place were he was given food that look worse than some of his bowel movements he has had with nothing, but his under clothes. He was suppose to live in these conditions for four months. Caelan spits at that idea and starts struggling against the shackles again. After one hearty pull the old chain gave up against the force and snapped away.

He rolled his shoulders back getting some feeling back from having to sit down on this grotesque floor. His legs were a little wobbly, but he was able to stand on them without falling back on his arse. When he pressed his face against the iron barred window in the oak door he heard the barrage of voices speaking of escape. He presses his mouth against the bars and yells down to the voices, "I can be of help! I just need someone to open my door and pry my hands out of these shackles!" Then he heard the heavy footsteps of the guards coming down from the nearby portal that led into a staircase.

"I hear some guards coming so hurry! Please!"

[Sen Zelrok]

Sen Zelrok heard this other prisoner and looked up. He then saw which cell he was in. if i can climb up there i could easily let him out. Sen Zelrok thought to himself as he studied the walls. there, i can use those few brick pulled out of the wall a bit. but how am i going to... he looked at Sorish and said to him, "Don't move." as he jumped up on his back, climbed to the top of his crown, and jumped towards the few stones, barely grabing onto it with his claws.

Quickly he began climbing until he heached the platform infront of the door. No bars, just wood? I'll have to break the hinges. This should be easy he thought as he used his claws to pull the door hinges off. Sen Zelrok then looked at the shackles binding his hands and feet. He then realised these were made of steel. "I can't break those, they are steel, roughly the same strenth as my claws." hmm... wait Ashla can freeze items. When frozen, that item can be shattered. "We need the girl over there to freeze the shackles." He said pointing to Ashla, "it's the only way to free your hands."

[Caelan Bolish]

Caelan nearly laughs when he sees a cat is the reason he is free from his cell. Well not exactly a cat, but something close to. Yet he held his tongue because he knew that if he pisses off this cat like thing it would probably cut his tongue out with those claws.

He nods and says, "Thank you, but I don't think we have enough time for the girl to help me get out of these shackles." As he said that a guard dressed up in a iron breastplate with matching chaps and pauldrons with a cold steel sword drawn turned the corner. Caelan spun around use his body weight as momentum to slam the shackles into the guards skull bashing it in, killing him instantly.

"Those damn guards ain't putting me back in that shit hole they call a cell. I need some real food!" He turns to the cat-thing. "Go and get that girl. I will fend off the guards as long as I can" He turns back around to face another guard coming through the portal dressed up in the same armor wielding a similar sword. Caelan ducks under a swing of the sword, launches himself into the guard slamming him into the cobblestone wall. As the guard tries to catch his breath from the impact Caelan twists his body to the left, and then lashes out with his shackles hitting the man in the throat. The sickining crack could be heard as the windpipe of the guard collapses in to itself.

Caelan drops the dying man onto the cold, unforgiving stone floor, his final resting spot. He slumps against the wall taking a break before more guards come to investigate what is taking the others. He just hope he had both his hands free and his sword when it happen.

[Sen Zelrok]

Sen Zelrok jumped down back to the floor where Ashla and the others were. "He needs help, my claws aren't strong enough to cut the shackles. Ashla, you need to freeze them in order for him to help our escape." he said looking at Ashla. and so i can get some action too

[Ashla]

"I can try..." Ashla started, "But my freezing powers might not be strong enough." And she touched the bars, hoping she could freeze then enough to help them out.

[hoytti]

Another guard dressed in the same outfit tried to kill the man in shackles while he was getting them frozen but Sorish Steps between them. "You really should have taken my Coralian Weapons and Armor." He said taking out his coral sword. The man laughed and Sorish smirked. Sorish swung the sword making short work of the guard who had a face of disbelief as he fell to the floor. "Get those shackles off him quickly. More guards are coming." Sorish said as ten more guards entered the room but stopped seeing the giant in front of them. "Hello," Sorish said with a smile.
Suddenly out of the back of his neck Roxi struck one of the men laughing. "Now this is what I call an adventure." She said as she killed two more guards and Sorish killed 3

[meganbloomington]

"ZeZe, now." she says as Sen Zelrok uses his Telekinesis to throw her at one of the guards. She extends her claws and sends them deep into his chest killing him instantly. as the guard falls to the floor, Megan Jumps from the one guard to then next cutting them down slowly and painfully. "I've got five ZeZe, you better get over here and get some kills before I win." she says smiling at Sen Zelrok.

[Sen Zelrok]

Just then twenty more guards came into the room. "ok then, i guess it's my turn then" Sen Zelrok said as he jumped up to a guard killing him. another guard tried to use a sneak attack on Sen Zelrok, but Sen Zelrok used his mind slowing ability to slow down the speed of the swing and kill that guard too. hmmmmm... lets mess with these guards he thought as he used his telekinesis to pick up the guards sword and sword fight another guard. "HaHaHa, this is fun." he said as he jumped up and killed the same guard wth his claws. Sen Zelrok then used telekinesis to sword fight three guards at once while he fought others by hand. "I have 9 now. Still think you're going to win MeMe?"

[hoytti]

"Seriously? You guys treat this like its a game!" Sorish yelled back at the cats. "Get those shackles off that man!" he yelled pointing at the most recent ally.
"Sorish! Stop that, besides it will liven the mood. I want to join. I've killed three! No cat will beat me!" Roxi said excitedly.
"Fine then, we can see who gets the most kills. I've killed four.

[Caelan Bolish]

Caelan felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, as a strange almost serene breeze that smelt as sweet as the wild strawberries that grew along the rivers in the Skavia mountains. As fast as this strange sensation occur it disappear as his steel shackle started to freeze. Yet the metal wasn't freezing fast enough for him to be any help, instead he was just getting in the way of the other prisoners. To get out of their way he rolls under a slash from a large stone like creature that was wielding a strange sword, made of the similar material that it was made out of, into the cell closest to the staircase landing in a crouched position against the cobblestone wall. Slowly the steel shackles became more rigid and colder, yet it was to slow for Caelan; he knew his fellow escapees were making quick work of the guards, but eventually they would tire and make mistakes that might cause them their life. To stop that from happening he starts smashing the steel shackles against the wall to speed up the process of destroying and getting the usage of his hands. From the combine effort of Caelan and the spell he was able to shatter the shackles after a few smashes. He flexes hand as he tries to get the soreness out of them.

He flexes hand as he tries to get the soreness out of them as he grabs one of the swords that the dead prison guards dropped when they were killed. The sword felt uncomfortable in his hands; it was nothing like his family blade that seem perfectly balance in his hand. This one was too heavy at the tip of the blade, but it had to do until he got Black Wanderer.

One of the guards that were passing the cell as they left the staircase to stop the prison break notice Caelan. This guard was different he didn't wear the breastplate like the other two guards that Caelan had killed. He was clothe in a full set of leather armor and instead of the longsword the others had he was wielding a cruel iron short sword. He looked more like a common brigand or thug than a prison guard.

He had a devious smile on his thin, sinister lips that sent a cold shiver down Caelan's spine when he took a step into the cell to confront Caelan. The guard starts to taunt him in a raspy voice, "This is going to be your final resting spot you dirty hound. I will cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the rats. No one leaves the prison without the bosses consent" The cell wasn't the best place for a sword fight because of the close quarters, and the guard knew this. In one fluent motion he whips out a dirk from his belt and takes a stab at Caelan, however, luck was on Caelan's side. The guard stepped on a piece of the steel shackle so it sends his thrust to far to the left hitting the wall instead of Caelan making him drop the dirk and falls into Caelan. Caelan falls down knocking his head against the wall. A sharp pain bursts from the back of his head and his vision became spotty with gray spots. The guard took Caelan's time of weakness to his advantage to lunge for the dirk on the floor.

The guard grasps his hands around the hilt of the dirk and turns around to get a punch in the face. The guard recoils in pain dropping the dirk back onto the floor for Caelan to grab it and stab the guard through the leather armor into his chest. The guard stares at the wound in his chest like it wasn't possible. He presses his hand against the wound that is profusely bleeding already creating a large pool of blood.

Caelan gets up gripping the ground just in case his sight became spotty again. When he was sure he was alright he starts to leave the cell. The dying guard grabs the young man's ankle with a hand stained crimson from his own fresh blood while he grabs a pouch on his belt with his other. Caelan bends down and the guard weakly presses the pouch into his hand. Caelan opens the pouch and finds a small brass key inside of it. "It may be . . . that I am on the verge of death . . ., but take the key. It unlocks . . . a chest . . . on the next floor up" With his dying breathe he whispers these almost inaudible words. Caelan closes the pouch and ties it to the side of his loincloth, and joins back in the fight.

[hoytti]

Sorish and Roxi were surrounded by guards when they heard pounding in another cell. Sorish Extended his sword and spun quickly for his size catching the guards off guard. They all were cut down by his sword to Roxi's annoyance. "That's 14!" he screamed getting into the game. "Roxi, if you want we can count ours together since you need to surprise people to get your kills."
"I think that would be best." she said with a smile.
"Me and Roxi have 17 kills all together!" Sorish yelled to the cats.
"Everyone the man is free of his shackles Lets get going!" she yelled as a man threw smoke grenade into Sorish's face blinding him.

OOC (Out Of Character):
Guards killed by Sorish and Roxi: 17
Guards killed by Cealan: 3
Guards killed by Megan: 4
Guards killed by Los Racada: 9
Guards Killed by Ashla: 0
Guards Killed by Iris: 0
Total Guards Killed: 24
Total Guards in Battle: 10
Total Guards Left on Level: 976
Total Guards, Including Boss Left: 4977
Still a long ways to go.

[Idieth]

There was a momentary flash of purplish light in the next corridor. A purple rent in space had popped open and closed, dropping out a small, wide girl. Small, because she was thirteen inches high when standing up. Wide, because when you have a two-foot wingspan, thirteen inches height, and the physique for sustained flight, only crazy people or perhaps models could call you 'fat'. She fell the three feet to the ground in a tangle of limbs and clothes and stopped an inch from that dirty surface, her wings a white, thrumming blur.

Four minutes ago, Idièth had been bothering people. This was half-accurate because only half of the people involved thought this; Idièth certainly thought that she was offering the best deal that any of these huge, lumbering, unappreciative, ugly, et cetera mortals will ever have the chance to meet. It was not market day in Tastan and the town square was rather empty. The craftsmen were in their own shops, the farmers were out in their fields, and the few occupants here rattled about the square like rarefied gas in a vessel, orbited by children like electrons.

One of these occupants was named Yord. He was a privy-digger by trade and most people gave him a wide berth out of respect to someone who did an unpleasant job because someone had to do the job. And because of the permanent smell. There were no children immediately around Yord, but there was a circle of them a little distance out, staring with some fascination at the thing orbiting Yord. Idièth had been talking to the poor fellow for the past hour and trying to convince him that he could be digging up ancient treasures whenever he went about his job, if only he would enter into a deal with her. So far, there had been no progress. The world may never know whether this was because Yord was a sociopath, because Idièth was offering terms that would make underworld loan sharks blush, or because Yord thought that anything he dug up in someone else's yard would hardly be allowed to stay in his possession.

Then a purple-lined rift opened up in midair and Idièth flew full-bore into it.

"Who was that?!" She looked around, wildly, tiny fists held up and ready to mildly inconvenience those responsible. The distant sound of a very one-sided battle came echoing down the corridor.

"You have been chosen because you are the strongest fairy~" A disembodied voice said.

"Of course I am! Chosen for what?"

"There are a lot of murderers and criminals breaking out of this prison. You must stop them, or the world will suffer."

"Who?" Uncertainty abruptly fell into Idièth's voice.

"Murderers and criminals. They-"

"What's a mardererer?"

"He kills people."

"So?"

"That's bad."

"Oh. What's a crinimy?"

"He is also bad."

"You need to speak more clearly." Idièth said irritably, "So there are bad person and and bad perso... two bad persons. They-"

"No, there are more than two. There are-"

"Three?"

"No, more. There are-"

"Many?"

"... yes. Many. There are many."

"That's a lot."

"And you can stop them from getting out."

"Why?"

"Because they are bad people." Itera felt as if she was starting to lose the thread of the conversation. As much as she enjoyed speaking as a disembodied voice through a little rift, it had the drawback of not letting body language through. Right now, her expression might have caused bears to run away and think happy thoughts in their caves.

"Because you are the strongest."

"Right! Umm, why am I stopping them?"

"They need stopping because they are bad people, and you are doing the stopping because you are the strongest."

Idièth thought about this for a moment and slowly said, "That can't be right. Bad people are suppose to go on the outside."

There might have been a soft fwop as Itera tapped her forehead with her fan and considered how to explain the concept of punishment other than exile.

"This is a prison, right?"

"A what?"

"A prison. The place where they put bad people."

"You never said that!"

"Yes I- Look, it doesn't matter. This is the outside. You are outside and outside the outside is the inside. Inside the prison is the outside of the world. They are bad people and have to stay outside, which is inside. The prison. They are trying to get ou- inside. And you are stopping them."

"Because I am the strongest!" Finished Idièth, who had followed this recursive train of explanation with no problems whatsoever.

"Right. Now, go and do the stopping." Itera sat back in her comfy chair and reached for her teacup. It has been a while since she has had to talk on deeper subjects to Lesser Fairies and she was out of practice, but she seems to have succeeded at aiming a loaded fairy at the protagonists.

Four guards pelted around the corner in their haste to get away from the tiny whirling balls of claws. What they saw when they had the presence of mind to see where they were going towards rather than away from was this: A foot-and-one-inch girl, her four white, feathered wings a blur of motion, was hovering in mid-air smoothing out her green skirt, closing the buttons on her green vest (not that her white blouse was in the least way daring), and flicking a speck of dust off of her white thigh-highs. The shoeless fairy of luck looked up and broke into a smile so enormous that her face, previously one-third emerald eyes, now appeared to be one-third eyes and one-third grin.

She drifted a little higher, her blond hair floating in the air currents, and then stretched out a hand. The first guard tripped over his own boots. He sprawled into the second, who just happened to hold his halberd so that it went through the nosepiece of the third's helmet. The third one, in a blind panic, grabbed a hold of the fourth while falling onto the first's head. On the way to a black unconsciousness that promised a splitting future headache, the first dropped his own halberd, which happened to jam sideways between the second's sensitives and the fourth's equally-sensitives.

There was a ghastly clashing of metal like a brass band falling off of a cliff. The squad of guards slid to a whimpering halt a few feet past Idièth, who rubbed her hands together. Faint golden sparkles of luck, freshly captured from the poor guards, swirled around her fingers.

"That was too easy. You're no match for the strongest! And that's me!"

"Those were the guards. They're on your side."

"Why didn't they say so, then?"

There was a soft fwop again, followed by some rustling noises. A small rift popped open and closed, dropping a piece of cardboard with some string looped on it. On each face, in purple crayon, were scrawled the word, "GARD"

"Here, put that on."

"Why? I know that I'm guarding the outside."

"The guards don't know. They're not as smart as you are."

"That's right!" Idièth put the sign around her neck proudly and struck a pose, "I'm gonna annihilize those marathoners! Totally ex-"

"You do that." Itera rubbed the bridge of her nose, then went to go watch something more interesting, like how the convicts were getting along.

That is why, a corridor or two away, the escapees found a one-foot-one-inch fairy hovering above a pile of groaning guards, holding a five-inch silver needle in one hand, pointing with the other hand, and loudly declaring, "I'm the strongest and I'm going to annihilize you milquetoasts!"

[hoytti]

"It's another Lesser Faerie." Roxi thought to Timothy.
"Keep yourself hidden till she attacks us." Sorish thought back as he killed another guard who got too close to him, "After all the cardboard on her chest says guard meaning she wants to kill us. As soon as she gets in range bite one of her wings. If you do that she will fall and be at a disadvantage."
"Good idea Sorish," Roxi thought then hid herself even deeper into the head of Sorish making sure she only looked like a dot on his neck.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris turned, hearing a sound. She then saw a guard coming toward her. Lovely, time to get my first fight on the way She grinned, grabing her sword she ran and slashed at the guard, cutting right through his chest. He fell down. "I'm sorry I must do this to you, but I must have my freedom." She then aimed at hs heart and swung. Ok, now onto the next guard...or guards....

[Caelan Bolish]

The torches in the brackets high upon the walls of the staircase cast long shadows along the staircase. Caelan presses his body against the wall as he hides his presence inside the darkness of the shadows as he creep up along the spiraling staircase. He was heading for the floor just above the one that they had just escape from. Before Caelan left for the staircase he heard noises of battle, so he knew that the guards would be more preoccupied by the others. Yet to make sure he was not heard he left the larger weapon behind just in case. He was just armed with the small dirk and clothed in a brown loincloth with the small pouch containing the brass key tied to it.

As he near the doorway to the next floor he saw a long shadow. As he got closer he saw that a prison guards was standing guard with his back to the doorway. Caelan knew he had the advantage, but he had to be careful because he was ill-equipped compare to him. Caelan switches his dirk to his left hand and slowly creeps behind the shadow of the guard to the left. As he got within arm reach of the guard Caelan sprang forward and wrap his arm around the man's neck. He then thrust his dirk under his left armpit into his heart killing the man instantly.

He wipes the blood off of his dirk on the man's cloak and then drops him onto the floor. Caelan looks around and finds a large, oak chest near a stool that the guard must sit on when he takes a break. He unties the pouch and pulls out the brass key. The brass key fit perfectly inside the lock and made a satisfying click when it unlock. He grips the sides of the top part of the chest and pulls it back. Inside was his armor, bow and arrows, hunting knife, and Black Wanderer. Smiling he grabs the hilt of Black Wanderer enjoying the familiar feel of it against his skin.

Then he heard the twang of a bowstring. Soon after Caelan flew away from the chest into the wall as he was hit by a arrow in his arm, yet some how he was still wielding Black Wanderer. Caelan looks over at the end of the corridor were the arrow came from. There was a guard with a longbow aim at him with a other arrow already nock and ready to be shot. The man laughs, "That was a warning shot. The next one will be the kill shot"

[Idieth]

"Yaaaah!" Idièth yelled. Then it occurred to her that hovering still and yelling was not actually productive to the business of stopping the marauders from escaping inside, although it did give pause to the more easily amused. So, she twitched forward. There was no other word for it: one moment she was nodding her head forward and the next she had come to a stop five feet away from Sorish at his rather high eye level.

"Yaaaah!" Idièth yelled. When this still didn't do anything to intimidate the non-microphobic participants of this prison break, she waved back her needle and pointed a finger.

"Big ugly thing! I'ma explodicate you all over the floors and the ceiling and the walls and floors. You better surrender now!" In that same moment, Idièth triggered her particular idiom. Luck fell out of Sorish's continued existence like an entire chastened horde of puppies, arriving in Idièth's outstretched hands like so many golden motes. She was operating at full power for range now; 40% ill fortune would quickly manifest itself in the form of things like tripping over feet or getting the hiccups or getting lost and falling over into a cell which mysteriously locked itself afterwards.

The fairy was clever, though. She was already darting backwards to get out of the reach. She wasn't Tenger Jerhal's champion Flying Sharp Things Dancer for nothing.

[hoytti]

Soish was confused. This little Fairy just came within five feet of Sorish and yelled. He then noticed that he felt weird like something important left him. Suddenly his breathing bubbles spell dispelled and he couldn't breath. He fell to the floor grabbing his gills trying to reestablish the spell but to no avail.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris turned, hearing a thump on the floor, she saw Sorish on the floor, grabing at his gills. "Sorish!!!" She screamed, hoping to get someones attention. Kneeling by his side she said "Stay calm, I have some water here, it won't be enough, but you might be able to make it last long enough to say the spell." She nudged the bottle towards him "C'mon, I swear you'll be fine, please just hurry!" She begged, fumbling the with the lid then handed it over to him"

[hoytti]

Sorish grabbed the bottle and put some sea mix in, then poured it down his gills making it so he could breath enough to recite the spell. After the spell was cast he looked at the fairy and growled, "You Bottom Feeding squirt. Now I'm angry and your going to pay!" Sorish ran towards the fairy with his sword drawn and red in his eyes. He contained the rare Coralian disease, Red Death, where he will no longer strategies but just attack relentlessly, killing all living things in the area unless held down and controlled. All living beings, friend or foe was in danger now. Roxi knew this and couldn't relax. At least this gave her the chance to disable the fairy. As soon as they were a foot away she stuck while Sorish swung his sword to kill.

OOC: This is not an ability. It doesn't change his Skills or Abilities just his state of mind.

[Idieth]

There was little that Sorish could actually have done, given his situation. What ill fortunes were descended on him still held their sway and the balance of it had transferred to his target, who had blessed herself with good fortune against his attacks. This was only one more card stacked against the poor fellow currently attacking Tenger Jerhal's champion evasive aerobaticist.

For someone who can emerge untouched after having several bushels of pease hurled at her all at once, a swinging sword and a surprise attack were rather mild. Roxi leapt out, all jaws and muscle and teeth, and Idièth was already stalling into a somersault. She was flying feet-first on her back as the worm passed less than an inch above her chest, her skirt brushing a little dampness off of the creature's side. Then the sword arrived and there was no time.

Anyone who has ever tried to swat a fly with a thin stick would appreciate the difficulty and frustration of Sorish's task as he slashed three... four... five times in enraged succession at his target. Idièth had time to make two faces in between the rolls, stoops, and swoops that she performed to avoid the whistling metal. But Sorish had a plan; he was forcing the dodging fairy closer to a wall and thereby limit her options.

The plan might have worked if the sword hadn't struck the wall on the fifth swing. Ill fortune continued to play its part as the ringing weapon tore itself out of its wielder's grip and clattered against the stony ceiling.

Idièth made a third face, "Nyyeeeeh! You can't possibly hope to defeat the stron --!"

There was shocked silence as the falling sword speared clean through the fairy and she fell in two pieces onto the floor. Her eyes stared at the ceiling. Her limbs twitched for a second and then laid still. The body disintegrated into a puff of golden dust.

Ting. Her silver needle completed its fall.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris saw Sorish turn into his rage. She covered her eyes at this sight, fearful he would hurt her. "Sorish! Please calm down!!" She cried. She took her hands off her face long enough to see him slash through the fairy. "Sorish, what happened?" she whispered. She got up and moved farther away from him, she turned to run when she heard a yell.

[dragon rider]

J'tex was sitting his back chained against the wall. Endless nights he would lie awake, unable to fall asleep. If I wasn't as strong as i was maybe they wouldn't have had to completely chain me to the wall. I can't move at all, and my back is starting to hurt. he thought to himself. He couldn't move and there were no guards around anymore. Where did they all go? then he heard a loud clang of a sword hitting the wall. If i'm right there must be a prison break. he thought again. J'tex lifted his head and shouted out to where he heard the sound, "Hey, down here. I can help you escape, you need to get me unchained first though." he waited for a few seconds until another guard appeared.

"Quiet down, if those people up there hear you then we'er all dead."

J'tex took those words in carefully and then said back to the guard, "If i don't quiet down all you guards are dead, that doesn't mean i'll be dead too." he then looked at the guard with an eyebrow raised. "Listen, I'll give you two choices. Either you unchain me and i'll help you get out without being killed from the others, or you don't unchain me and i yell to them till they kill you and free me. Now which one would you like?" J'tex was just bluffing of coarse, why would he help the guard get out? The guard looked at him for a few seconds and made his decision.

"Ok fine, i'll unchain you." he said as he reached in and unlocked the chains holding J'tex down.

J'tex flexed his hands trying to get feeling back into them. When he could feel his hands he said to the guard, "Thank you for releasing me"

"Ok now your part of the deal, help me get out of this place." the guard said back to him.

"Well i don't want to so I hope you had a good life." J'tex said as he grabbed the guards head and snapped his neck killing him instantly. "Now I have to find Delath." he said to himself. "But first let's search his body for any useful remains." J'tex searched the body and found a ring of 5 keys. "Each of these must unlock one of my four weapons chests, and maybe Delath's cage too."

He looked around and only found two doors, one leading to another chamber, and one leading to the next floor where the other prisoners were. J'tex took the way too the other chamber and found four chests and Delath in a cage on the other side. J'tex took a step forward and had an arrow shot at him by a hole in the wall. "This room is booby trapped, I must be careful." He looked at the floor and saw that some of the squares were different than the others. "That mus be the path. i'll have to take it to get my stuff back. J'tex carefully took a step forward onto the other square. Nothing happened. he then kept following the squares and found his first chest. he took the key and opened the box. when he did so he saw His steel clay-more. He continued until he reached Delath. "It's ok Delath, did they hurt you? don't worry they're going to pay for locking us up in here." they then ran back to the first room and walked up the stairs.

When he reached the next room he saw a rampaging coral like beast. It looks like the guards might have upset it and thrown it on a rampage. no one is safe. he thought to himself. just then a guard sprang from behind J'tex. he quickly grabbed his clay-more and sliced the guard in half, right through his iron armor. "Next time don't try and surprise attack me, it never works."

J'tex then heard a voice from the room in which was above the stairs right in front of him. "Sounds like one of the other prisoners are in trouble. I guess i'll save him." he said as he climbed the stairs. when he reached the top he saw a guard with a bow pointed right at another prisoner. J'tex took his clay-more and cut off his head just before the arrow was released.

[hoytti]

Sorish turned towards the voice behind him. He quickly picked up the sword and ran towards Iris Sword in hand ready to kill her, Suddenly 20 guards surrounded him hopping that their numbers would stop him but instead it just made the killing easier. He spun like he did earlier chopping off every one of their heads then continued moving towards Iris sword still ready to kill.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris seeing him run to her, sword in hand made her nervous. C'mon Iris!! Think!! She ran to meet him. There was something NOT right about Sorish, so maybe pinning him down could knock his senses back in place. She knocked him on the ground. "Sorish. Listen to my voice. Listen. Look me in the eye. It will be alright." She started to sing, for whoever knows why, but maybe something to calm him down would work. She sung a lullabye she made up herself when she was younger. "Shhh....Sorish. Look at me...its ok." She repeated, the countinued singing. I just hope this works...

[hoytti]

Roxi knowing what Iris was doing started to sing along in a kind of round so that she could get the words and notes right. She actually had a great voice. Roxi didn't really understand how Iris had gotten to Sorish without injury let alone knocking him down but it didn't matter she had to calm him down. After a few minutes of this lullaby Sorish indeed was calming down. After about 10 minutes of the lullaby round Sorish was finally to his normal self. His eyes had reverted back to pink and his mind was clearing. He continued listening to the lullaby it was indeed soothing. Roxi sensed that Sorish was back to his normal self and cried out, "He's back to normal!" Then hugged Sorish around the neck crying, "Don't ever do that again. You weren't yourself. Please don't ever do that again. I fear that you won't ever come back."
Sorish pressed his arm to Roxi's body. "There, there Roxi, I'm back it's, going to be okay." He said then reflected on the feeling of what just happened. "I, I had no control," He finally said, "I could see what I was doing but it was like, another being had control over me. It was a creature of rage. Rage that I have never felt before. I tried to stop it but, I couldn't. It was like I was locked up in a cage while I looked out. There was no escaping until..." He turned to Iris and continued, "... until you knocked me down and started to sing. If it wasn't for you, everyone would have died."

[Idieth]

There was a thin, reedy sucking sound in the corridor, rather like if someone had taken an oboe and attached it to a rapidly deflating bagpipe. Golden particles shimmered as they came together from thin air and joined a growing swarm circling around a common locus.

POP

Idièth fell backwards out of the air and onto the back of a guard who was still busy failing to contemplate the pain of getting his co-worker's halberd jammed through his codpiece. She flopped a little, shook her head wildly to clear it from a grogginess peculiar to her kind, and sat bolt upright in a moment.

"That doesn't count! You weren't even holding it!" She yelled at the nearest wall. When the wall declined to answer with anything other than dignified silence, she took to the air and went looking for her dropped needle. It was easy enough to find, shining against the dark floor in the slanting light of the prison. The other thing, her badge of her most newly-appointed office, was just nearby. She donned it - backwards - and went rushing off down the corridors in hot pursuit.

"Hey! Get back, you baked duck! Don't think that you can run away from me! I'm also the fastest!" She rounded a corner at full speed and caught sight of Iris and Roxi and Sorish all in a very moving huddle. A huge, confident grin broke out across Idièth's face, "Aha! You see? Running away is useless! So's fighting. Because I'm the strongest! Now I'm going to blow you over to ... to... over there. Yaaaaaah!"

When this didn't get an immediate response of shameless groveling, Idièth clarified, thusly: "Yaaaaah!"

Then she charged, silver needle leading, going right for Sorish's knees.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris grinned "Hey, it was no problem!" She didn't want to seem to pleased by his words. But in all her relief she hugged him "Gosh you scared the living daylights outta me!" she exclaimed. Still grinning, she said "Lets get those guards!" She heard a sound and turned "Oh gosh....not HER again!" She groaned.

[hoytti]

Sorish was tired of this annoying pest and decided that in order to catch her he would have to grab her. He waited till the fairy was an inch away then grabbed her this time. Roxi took the needle from her then Sorish pulled her up to his eye level. "I'm getting tired of you!" he screamed in her face. "I'm trying to get back to my sister who has her Naming Ceremony in a couple of days. I was put in here for being too tall. I don't believe height should be a crime. If you really want to help the guards, help them survive by having them get out of the way and if that good for nothing border fairy sent you then you have been miss lead about me and Iris. I don't know about the other prisoners but me and Iris are not bad guys. You had attacked my gills and that was why I went on a rampage. Now either help me and Iris or stay out of our way." He then released her but Roxi tossed the needle into the floor making it stuck so that it can't be used on them. Sorish stood up waiting for the little fairies reply.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris crossed her arms. "Thats right, either help us, or your dead, ok fairy dude? Good" She was now ticked, not a good idea to get her ticked, she'd been annoyed one to many times in her younger childhood, enough is enough.

[Idieth]

"HEY! That's mine! I slew you stupid! Rocky! Face! To rice cake!" Idièth whirled back up into the air after sorting her wings out, having apparently come out not much worse for wear from the grab and talk. She dove, spiraled around Roxi, and swung her tiny foot in to give Sorish a solid kick on the chest.

bap

It was like getting poked with a cotton swab. The fairy crabbed away sideways in the air, holding her foot and yelling quite loudly, "Ow! Owowowowoww! Oww! You idiot! You fall down now, you know? Idiot!"

That kick, though, wasn't entirely without effect. Close contact was enough for Idièth to have pushed another burst of bad luck, this time at 100% full power, into her target. A cracked portion of the ceiling gave in under the yelling and a small, jagged stone bounced harmlessly off of Sorish's shoulder. She stopped holding her foot, pointed at the completely uninjured shoulder, and proclaimed,

"AHA! All three of you are both stupid like... like a lake! I'm the strongest! I don't need the guards and they don't dare help me! Because the strongest never needs any help! And you're accomplishments! All of you! Yeeeeee!"

She dove in again, buzzing past a premature swipe from Iris, and started to flail away at Iris' shin with energetic punches and kicks. It was very much like being assaulted by a flying, compact swarm of headbutting, weeks-stale marshmallows. All this time, the fairy continued being incoherently angry at them, "... mulch your... remember... with two spoons... and a fork... TWO forks..."

Of course, Iris gets the distinct sensation that her own luck was going straight down the privy for some reason. Probably because it was.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris gave her 'the look' "Oh yeah, your stronger then us, of course you are!" She said sarcasticly. She looked down at the fairy on her shin "Oh, right, that really hurts." Rolling her eyes she tried to pick the fairy up, not to hurt her right away. "Oh, lay one wing on Sorish there, and you'll be dealing with me. Oh I may be younger then him and I might be a human child, but, i've been picked on all my younger childhood in school. Yes, thats right, bullied, hit, kicked, nearly killed once. Just watch it, I don't stand for that anymore."

Yup, she's angry, very angry.

[Sen Zelrok]

Sen Zelrok looked at the fairy when she was kicking Sorish and yelling things he really couldn't have cared about. "Ok, i'm tired of this, how about having a little fun?" He said as he aimed his hand at her. the movement of his hand activated his telekinesis power, removing her ability to move. Sen Zelrok looked over at Megan who knew what he was doing. "Ok, now that i know this works, you probably won't like this." he said again as he quickly moved his hand to the left, throwing her at tremendous speeds into the left wall. he then did the same thing in rapid succession, to the right, floor, roof, right, left, and back and forth between each walls. "Ok i think you've had enough." Sen Zelrok said as he held his hand out towards her. "Now, do you want more, or do you want to help us, these are your two choices."

[Moonberrycat]

Iris grinned, oh yeah, THIS is a show...wait...wheres the popcorn?!?! "Personally, I think she'd take more of what your doing to her, then working with us" She said. "But...there is a first..." She muttered to herself, either way, this was awesome. She then saw 5 guards come. "Lets...do this." She ran with her swords un-sheathed. Raising them up she sliced the first two's head off. The other 3, ran off. She managed to trip one and cut his head off to.

[hoytti]

Sorish ran quickly catching up to the other two guards then sliced them in half.

OOC:
Guards killed by Sorish and Roxi: 37
Guards killed by Cealan: 4
Guards killed by Megan: 4
Guards killed by Los Racada: 9
Guards Killed by Ashla: 0
Guards Killed by Iris: 4
Guards killed by J'tex: 2
Total Guards Killed: 60
Total Guards in Battle: 0
Total Guards Left on Level: 940
Total Guards, Including Boss Left: 4941
Still a long ways to go.

Oh and as for Idieth's status
People Annoyed: 4
People Harmed: 0
People Infected by Bad Luck: 2

[Idieth]

"Huh? Waaaaaah!" THUD

"...let go of..." THUD

"... gonna ... knock ..." THUD

"... arghfgablble" THUD

"hwiii-" THUD

It doesn't take much at all to move a body that weighed less than a pound. It takes even less to realize that even slamming it a few times against stone walls was rather unhealthy. Idiéth was limp by the fifth slam and when Sen Zelrok wildly threw her the sixth time, she exploded. A fine cloud of golden dust drifted away from the slightly damp spot on the wall and vanished into thin air. A slip of cardboard flopped through the air and then laid flat on the ground, labeled "GARD."

Of course, this also meant that Sen's mixed threat and demand fell on no ears whatsoever. If only he was more careful about not killing things, but that wasn't really in his nature, was it?

---

Not five minutes later, there was another thin, reedy sucking sound in the corridor, like the bagpiper had gotten a second wind. There was an influx of golden particles precipitating out of thin air, coalescing together, and ...

POP

Doink.

A rather confused guard patted at the top of his helmet, then glanced to his shoulder and spotted a dazed-looking fairy sitting on the pauldron. He delicately seized the interloper in one huge hand and waved over the rest of his section.

"Hey Marian, lookit dis. It's some kind of... umm... bug."

"'s a doll, Gilsh. Hey Thween! Why'd you bring your daughter's doll to work? Miss her that much?"

Thween grumbled something and pulled at his beard, "That ain't one of Rachel's dolls, I tell you that."

"So you did bring one, just not this one?"

A pause while Thween figured out how to wiggle out of the accusation with any dignity. He failed.

"... yeah."

Agron, ever the sharp-eyed, pulled at something around Thween's waist. The little cloth bundle came undone. "This it?"

"Hey! Gimme that back!" There was a solid thwap and the thief stumbled away empty-handed. "That's Rachel's, that is."

"She made it and gave it to daddy? 's a nat'ral seamstress!"

"Shut up, Marian. She's only three. Me sis made it for Rachel's last birthday." Thween re-tied the bundle back to his belt.

"That good luck," Gilsh added, as slowly as his head will put the words together, "Like, er, a charm." He was absently petting the confused and not a little comfortable Idièth in one hand.

"Well, crap, I best tell Hilda to get one for me when she's due next month."

"You got names ready?"

"Yeah. If's'a girl she'll be Teela. If's'a boy he'll be Volscon." Agron answered in a tone daring anyone to challenge those selections.

"Isn't Volscon the name of-" Teutis was apparently a bit slow.

"It is, my mum chose it, and that's that!"

"Hey..." Gilsh interrupted, noticing a sound of satisfacting coming from in his hands, "Dis doll's talkn'..."

That got everyone's attention. All seven of them clustered around Gilsh and stared down at Idièth as she snugged in his palm.

"Gorblimey... 's a ... a... thing."

There was a sharp poke to Marian's too-close nose and Idièth sat up, "I'm not a thing! I'm Idièth, and you remember that. I'm the strongest fai- err... guard! And I'm going to stop those marketeers!"

As one, the men drew back, their armor and weapons clattering against one another. Gilsh stared at his hand and its passenger like they were the most gobsmackingly fascinating things in the world. A few confused and nervous glances were exchanged, then someone was volunteered to do the asking.

"What's... marketeers?" Agron ventured.

"They're bad people and they're mean! They're going to try to break into the inside from the outside here, but I won't let them! Because I'm the strongest!"

"I... uh... think dis means dere is one of dem jail-breaks now." Gilsh filled in while everyone else was busy being confused.

"Gorblimey, it'll be our heads if this gets out of hand. Come on!"

"Whaaaat? But there ain't a pen-"

"Then you'd just have to not die, wouldn't you? For Rachel's sake."

"HEY!" Idièth yelled, from Gilsh's shoulder, "I can... umm... help. But it's not like I need your help or anything."

"... go on..." The section was briskly walking along the corridor now and the distant sounds of battle was becoming clearer.

"I'm the fairy of... luck."

Stares were exchanged. "Well?"

Idièth turned a rather adorable shade of pink.

"'s gonna help or no?"

In the span of about ten seconds, each of the seven received a peck on the nose, cheek, or forehead as Idièth channeled all of the stolen luck and some of her own reserves into them. It would last twenty minutes. It was that rarest and highest level of blessings: Perfect Performance. One-hundred percent success.

Marian gave his halberd an experimental spin, then tossed it, catching it perfectly balanced end-first on two fingers, "... whoa."

"Hey! Focus!" Thween snapped his fingers, which was odd because he hadn't been able to get the hang of snapping fingers before. "We've got a couple of prisoners loose, and we're invincible!"

"URRAH! URRAH! URRAH!"

"They won't even know what hit them!"

"URRAH! URRAH! URRAH!"

Idièth held down her skirt as best as she could when the section set into perfect stride and charged down the last few turns towards their quarry.

[assassian]

Yiri watched all the events happen in the shadows of the dungeon. He had escaped his cell weeks before any of these prisoners even got thrown in there. Finally, a prison break. is the perfect time to escape. he thought to himself. Two more guards along with the fairy then entered the corridor. i really hate that girl. she can't fight, and every time she dies she reapers again. Yiri looked around and waited until he was behind Idieth. he pulled out his crossbow, aimed it at her, and pulled the trigger. it was a hit, strait into the lower leg. this sent her and the arrow into the wall, where she was stuck. the other guards turned around but didn't see anything because Yiri had already moved.

[hoytti]

Hearing a twang, Sorish turned around to see Idieth stuck to the wall with an arrow. then he turned towards the seven guards she had brought with her. Thween and Agron charged him knowing that they had luck on their side. Even so Sorish had his sword skills to counteract it. Sorish engaged Thween and Agron both sides not gaining or loosing ground, this was going to be a good fight. While Thween and Agron took care of the big guy the others attacked the other four, the final one was at the ready to protect the others backs while they fought. He knew that there were many other deadly prisoners on the loose. Especially that one that had escaped weeks ago. He had not left the prison and all the guards knew it.

[Idieth]

Idièth had a sense of the air currents and sound of everything nearby, born of decades on the wing and about that many years dodging things. She felt the wind shift and began to hear the hiss of the bolt through the air. Her reflexes propelled her off of Gilsh's shoulder and she made it several inches before the bolt, originally aimed for her center, struck her left leg.

The typical crossbow bolt had a war-head about an inch across. Idièth's leg was about the same size, which bode rather ill. The bolt scarcely slowed as it tore through and, after going another several feet while trailing a thin mist, slammed into the wall with a PTHUNK.

A foot and the calf that it was attached to spun through the air and smacked wetly against the wall. It bounced. It fell. It shattered into a tiny golden puff of dust against the floor.

Most of a surprised fairy richocheted off of the guard's helmet and somersaulted into that same wall, some distance below where the bolt stuck quivering. She landed in an crumpled heap on the ground, the stump gushing and staining much of her torn dress.

"... the pennyroll...?" Agron was saying, as he turned around and observed the calamity. In that same minute, the other five members of the section rounded the corner and jogged up.

Gilsh made a loud, deep sound of dismay and went to scoop up his new friend.

"The heartless bastards got her!"

"'s going to find th' pocker and shove that crossbow up where th' sun don't shine!"

"Get a bandage! Someone!"

The gushing slowed, but the bandage hadn't been torn from a tunic yet. Idièth, eyes still closed, smiled and mumbled something, "...strongest..." Then she vanished in a puff.

There was silence, broken after a few seconds by Thween.

"Hey. How do you feel?"

"What sorta question is THAT to ask-"

"No, no, no, not what I mean. Marian, do that thing again."

Marian did, staring up at his caught and balanced halberd.

"The way I see it," Thween started, "Our lucky charm, the strongest lucky charm, 's still with us. And now we've got a responsibility to avenge her on those bastards."

"URRAH! URRAH! URRAH!"

Marian pointed at Sorish as the poor sod came up fighting, "There's the son of a swine!"

"NO QUARTER!"

"URRAH! URRAH! URRAH!"

[hoytti]

Sorish swung his sword at Thween and his shield at Agron. They both jumped out of the way then aimed a thrust to his chest. It struck but didn't dig in. They jumped back dodging another swing of Sorish's sword. It cut the tip of Agron's hair. This kept going back and forth Sorish swinging his sword and shield while Thween and Agron attacked with their swords. Sorish slashed to his left and Agron would attack his right. Sorish attacked to the right and Thween would attack his left. He If he attacked both at the same time they would converge in the middle. There was no escaping these two. Finally though Sorish stumbled and fell back. Roxi finally had enough and lunged out at both of them surprising them and making them stumble back. In this time they started to loose their luck. Roxi hissed again making the men back up even further. They were not going to mess with an angry snake. After a couple more hisses she finally spoke. "Don't you touch him," she hissed. "He is trying to get home to his 5 month old sister who he is to protect. Besides, he is in here for being to tall. Explain how that is a crime." Thween and Agron looked at each other then at the snake shocked that "it" could talk.

[Idieth]

A thin, reedy sucking sound around the corner was followed by a golden flash, a POP, and a flopping sort of noise. Idièth fell right past Yiri and rolled off of his instep, where she stared up at the wild-haired maniac in a momentary daze. In that daze, her thoughts went something like this:

1) What?
2) I just got killed.
3) What?
Many) I'm supposed to be stopping the morticians from breaking into the world.
Many 1) That makes me a GARD.
Many 2) This person does not look like a GARD. He does not wear the right boots.
Many 3) Chocolate cake
Many Many) Therefore, he is a mortician and I should do something about this.

Idièth raised a white-socked leg and went to kick Yiri in the ankle for the curse of bad luck. Then she tore away at rather faster than adult men general run, flying a few inches above the ground and yelling for her ... retainers. Whose help she definitely did not need right now. Nope.

"Waaaaaahhhhh!"

[assassian]

Yiri noticed the fairy and saw her going to kick him. he jumped over her and then said to her, "Wait, i'm oh your side. Yea, I'm an assassian and was hired by the master guard at the exit to help these guards to stop the prisoners. Yea, that's why i'm here." he looked over towards her again and thought to himself I hope this works, the way she was talking to the portal that she was dropped in from, and the way she couldn't understand is telling me she will, but i'm not sure.

[Idieth]

"No you're not! You have the wrong boots!" Idièth slid to a hovering halt a good thirty feet away and yelled back. She pointed at Yiri with one tiny, defiant finger, "I warn you! I'm the strongest and I never lose a fight! You can't track... trek... make lies to me because I'm too smart for you! If you were a GARD, you would wear the right boots!" This passed for extraordinarily lucid logic, where she came from. Tenger Jerhal was, after all, a place abounding in Least Fairies whose thinking went in directions so haphazard and curved that they make rainbows look straight.

---

"'s simple." Agron was explaining, rather impatiently, "You got thrown in here, so what you did was a crime. 's not my place to be a judge. Now, get your sorry rocky arse back to your cell, or lean over and I'll make it clean." He hefted his weapon again, taking half a step forward, still eying the snake warily.

"That's a solid choice there, that is." Thween added, "Not like the one we've got. For one, if you got out, it's our heads! For three, if we let you get out, it's our family's heads! It's not like you're bound for the gallows, so why don't you just go and make this easy for all of us?"

"Thween?"

"Yeah?"

"You forgot two."

"I forgot to what?"

"... never mind. You go on the left." The two guards stepped forward again, cautiously.

[assassian]

"Listen to me, i was a prisoner. these others got out of their cells, i was already out of mine, the Master guard saw me, he knew about the break, and he gave me 200GP for helping to keep them in the prison." Yiri said as he pulled out a bag of gold coins. "I don't wear the same boots as the guards because of these boots are my boots, the assassin boots, if you are part of the brotherhood then you would understand, but of coarse you don't." he said again insisting that he was on her side.

[Moonberrycat]

She gave the assassin dude a look, she was almost certain he was lying, but better be safe then sorry. She slowly unsheathed her sword, just in case he would attack, to prove he was telling the truth.

[hoytti]

Sorish looked at the men, finally understanding why they were trying hard to keep them in the prison. "Take me to the Warden and let me talk to him. I need to know why being over 7 feet tall is a crime. You can escort me in handcuffs if you feel better. Also I have a sister that I need to get back to in two days. I would like to negotiate my prison term so that I can have the Naming Ceremony. Further more, I would like to see The Jya. I know her personally," He said with a smile. It was true. He had met The Jya on one of his earlier travels. Before his sister was dropped off, before he had gotten kicked out of that town for drinking at The Sacred Well, he knew her and he trusted her. She would get him out if anyone could.
Roxi nodded knowing it was a sound choice. If anyone could get him out it was The Jya. She eyed the Guards and hissed again just to make them jump then returned to his neck saying, "I'm watching you. Harm a single piece of coral on his body and your dead."

[dragon rider]

J'tex looked at the prisoner, an arrow in his arm and a sword in his hand, "What's your name?" J'tex asked the man as he put his clay-more to his side.

[Caelan Bolish]

Caelan laughs when the man comes over to him. It was an amazing change of luck. One second he was staring death in the eyes as he watch the guard notch an arrow and pull it back on the bowstring slowly. Then a second before the arrow was let to fly and would take his life a man dress out in a full set of steel armor with a large collection of weapons decapitate that guard before he even knew what was happening.

Now to think his luck change with a snap of a finger it was almost hilarious to him and he just couldn't help himself. He just kept on laughing and laughing until it seem like he would never stop, but his laughter soon drop to a chuckle and he was able to say, "I . . . I'm sorry. My name is Caelan. As you can see I am going to be out of the battle for awhile. I may even die unless you can find something to stop this wound from bleeding out. So can you do me another favor and dress my wound?"

[Moonberrycat]

Iris looked a Roxi. "Shhhh, steady Roxi..." she murmered. "Be patient my friend, this isn't our battle just yet" Still, she was one edge, ready in case there was an attack.

[hoytti]

Thween and Agron Tuned towards Iris, "I would shut your trap and follow this rocky man's lead." Thween said with a devilish grin. "He is willing to stop fighting. We have been given the power of luck." Agron turned back to Sorish, "I agree to take you to the Warden, and if he permits it, you can see the Jya." He stepped forward hand cuffs ready to be put on Sorish. "I have no choice but to cuff you though." After cuffing Sorish, Agron took him to the Warden leaving the others to deal with the rest of the prisoners.

[Moonberrycat]

Iris glanced at Thween, No. Freakin. Way. He did not just tell me to shut my trap. This is going down. "No, you shut up. I wasn't even talking to you." Her face was tuned red with anger, sparks were now coming from her fingertips. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down but with no avail. Her eyes opened again. She didn't even know WHY she was so upset, but she guessed it was from being tooken captive for no reason, none at all. At least if she could stop the sparks coming from her fingertips, that would be helpful. She started relaxing her muscles. Nothing happened.

Lovely....not She narrowed her eyes, apprently she was set up for a fight, one she wasn't sure she could win.

[Idieth]

Idièth eyed the bag suspiciously. It sounded, looked, and smelled like metal and she did not, in general, trust large quantities of metal any further than she could throw it. Locks were made of metal. The nastiest doors were made of metal. The stupid-head crossbow bolts were made of metal. Now there was a suspicious big-foot man in the wrong boots talking about geeps and waving around a big bag full of metal.

The notion of proving one's loyalty does exist in Tenger Jerhal, but it is not precisely recognizable as such to the typical human. The reasoning sometimes went like this: Here was someone who says that he's a GARD. GARDs wear GARD boots. If he was a GARD, then he would wear GARD boots. He does not wear GARD boots. Therefore, either he is not a GARD or those are a different kind of GARD boots. GARD boots are GARD boots because they are boots that GARDs wear. So if someone that Idièth knows already is a GARD wears those boots, then they are clearly GARD boots, because a GARD is wearing them. And therefore, this person would be a GARD.

All of this took nearly two minutes to filter through Idièth's head while she ahh'd and umm'd. Finally, she pointed a defiant finger at the assassin's boots and declared, "Okay! I know how you can be GARD! You come this way, and no sneakiness! I'll know if you were doing the sneakiness!"

To Idièth, boots and shoes were magical things because she never wore them. They held the same special sort of place as hats; to mess around with another fairy's hat was tantamount to a declaration of war. Well, a slightly more serious declaration of war than the kind that was usually being thrown about every few seconds, anyway.

She buzzed off, impatiently tapping her foot (in midair, no less) at every corner while waiting for the relatively slower human to catch up. Not a minute passed until they arrived near Teutis, who was standing behind and facing the other way from Gilsh, who in turn was staring in fascination at Thween, who was in turn seeing Agron off. Idièth threw.

"Hey! It's ... umm... you!" Teutis exclaimed, pointing with the pointy end of his halberd. Then he added, "OW!" when the small pebble bounced off of his knuckles.

"That's right! Now take your boots off!"

"What was that for? And... what?"

"Don't disobey the strongest! Take your boots off!"

"Why? And who's that?"

"He's a strange man who might be a GARD but might really not be and I am finding out right now because I'm a genius and you're not and I'm the strongest so you had better be taking off your boots of right now or I'm going to throw another pebble at you!" Idièth managed, relying on the wonders of a rather avian-like set of lungs to get through the run-on sentence without passing out. Then she turned and pointed at the presumably following assassin, "Take of your boots, too! The GARD will put them on to see if they are GARD boots! Didn't think I'd be smart enough to do that, did you!?"

[assassian]

Yiri looked at Idieth with an angered facial expression. "OK that's it, I've had enough of you, fellow guard or not." He said pulling his sword out of its sheath and pointing it at her. He then looked over at the others and said to them, "Go, get out of here, I'll keep her busy." he then started to swinging his sword at Idieth trying not to hit her because he knew it would just make her re-appear again.

[hoytti]

Sorish continued to hear the clashing of steel as he was lead down the halls of the dungeon. He was lead to a room on the bottom floor of the dungeon. In the room was a solid wood desk with a leather chair behind it,a few tapestries, and a most wanted board. "Stay hear while I get the warden," Agron said then left the room locking it.
"Well, I might as well look to see who is on that most wanted board." he walked over to the board and started skimming the names.

[Idieth]

The thing about swinging a sword with the intent not to hit someone is that, usually, one did not manage to hit that someone. When that someone also flew with six degrees of freedom and at an appreciable fraction of the speed of an airborne swallow being used as munitions from onager, the problems of not hitting becomes much easier while the problem of preventing escape becomes much more difficult. When that someone was also blessed not so much with the smile of Luck so much as an ear-to-ear grin with far too many teeth showing, the sword-swinging person might as well have been trying to stay dry in a diagonal downpour by vigorously spinning a twig in circles while standing neck-deep in a flooded creek.

Idièth had a full-on, ear-to-ear grin born of confidence. She was confident that she wins all her battles because she doesn't remember losing any. She was confident that she can prevent a sword being stuck in bits of her because it was so much bigger and more predictably-moving than, say, a ballistic shower of extremely irate quails. Her wings thrummed in complicated and fascinating figures that occasionally suggested that two had moved directly through each other. Then she charged.

A second later, the fed-up-with-this-annoying-fairy assassin blinked at the fading afterimage of many tiny teeth a few inches from his eyes. His ears, if they had earlids, might also have blinked from the fading ringing of wings going past very fast. Fortunately, he was practiced with the use of swords and familiar with the concept that one should not attempt to hit a fly on one's face with the sharp part or, indeed, any part of the sword in one's hands. It never worked.

Idièth let out a long, taunting ululation of victory as she rounded the next corner. There was the sound of someone very small running into something very hard at a speed very fast. And a puffing noise.

[Revenant]

Basic judgment requested.

Dungeon Cells Can’t Hold Us

Participants:
BlueGhostofSeaside
Sen Zelrok
Hoytti
Itera
Inwuhou
Moonberrycat
Meganbloomington
Caelan Bolish
Idieth
Dragon rider
Assassian

Score: C

Not too much to say here as this thread didn’t finish. Here are some things to work on:
1. Check spelling and grammar. Rereading your posts before submission can help catch errors that spell check did not.
2. While we generally caution padding posts with excess information to prevent them from becoming bloated and off topic, a good rule of thumb is to try to shoot for 500 – 700 words per post. Remember to keep character’s actions, personality, thoughts, and the setting in mind at all times during your posts to achieve this.
3. Ensure that posts are well thought out and make sense.

BlueGhostofSeaside receives 32 exp and 5 gp.
Sen Zelrok receives 82 exp and 10 gp.
Hoytti receives 207 exp and 35 gp.
Itera receives 130 exp and 20 gp.
Inwuhou receives 65 exp and 10 gp.
Moonberrycat receives 85 exp and 10 gp.
Meganbloomington receives 20 exp and 5 gp.
Caelan Bolish receives 40 exp and 10 gp.
Idieth receives 260 exp and 40 gp.
Dragon rider receives 20 exp and 5 gp.
Assassian receives 35 exp and 10 gp.

[Revenant]

EXP/GP added.