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    | Galvez Prison |
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    The sounds of stomping echoed through the town of Nalan. Walking along the bazaar, holding a bucket of water in his hand, Artus stopped in his tracks as men riding horses raced through the street. The people of Nalan recognized them right away, and so did Artus. They were Grandoran soldiers. “As per order by Lord Diaz, we hereby declare the Town of Nalan a direct extension of the city of Grandora.” One of the soldiers dismounted from a horse, and read from a parchment he had pulled out from a satchel around his waist. Artus looked around, as he saw the townsfolk talking amongst themselves upon hearing the news.

    “Wait, what does this mean for our town?” A random townsperson shouted. The soldier looked at the man and mounted himself back onto his horse before speaking.

    “It means this town is a part of the city Grandora. The Lord finds no need to keep this town as its own.” The soldier smirked as he gestured some of the other soldiers to start moving on. Artus couldn’t understand why this was happening. He didn’t know much about how things like this worked, but he was guessing since the town was so conveniently close to Grandora, Diaz decided to ‘expand’ his territory a bit.

    “What’s the point in this? We were already a part of Grandora’s Region, there’s no point in making us a part of the city!” The same townsfolk shouted. “Did we do something wrong?” He plead.

    “It’s not about doing anything wrong.” The soldier spoke, as the others started to run off on their horses through the bazaar, leaving only the single soldier left talking to the townsfolks. “This is about power.” The soldier gave a vicious look, leaving some people with an expression of fear in their faces. “…It’s always been about power.” The soldier said one more time ominously, before commanding his steed to gallop off, following his soldier brethren through the bazaar. The townsfolk started to murmur once again, this time out of worry and panic. Least did they know, this was only the beginning.


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    Drip…Drip…Drip…

    Several drops of water had formed a small puddle next to the face of a sleeping Artus. “Hmmmm...” Artus let out a tired moan, opening his slightly crusty eyes to the sight of a dark, damp room. What the…a dream? Adjusting his eyes from his slumber, Artus slowly raised his torso, sitting upright, rubbing his head. Drip. A drop of water landed on Artus’ head. Looking up, he saw a ceiling made of stone, with a crack in it, leaking some water. So this is the prison… He took a look around, and saw that he was in a rather large stone walled room. The wall behind him had stone carvings engraved in it, with various symbols and pictures of what seemed to be animals, people and other life-forms. In front of the room were thick metal gates, for keeping prisoners in, and scattered and stacked about were random crates that gave off a rather foul smelling odor. Almost like rotting food. It became painfully obvious to Artus that he was in a cell, but the biggest shocker was that he noticed several other people in the cell with him. He couldn’t see some of them behind the crates, but he was sure they were there. Artus sighed, but was briefly cut off by the sound of footsteps echoing outside the cell. Waiting a few seconds, the footsteps got closer, until a man stopped in front of the metal gates. He was wearing simple red shoulder gauntlets and a breastplate, and was carrying around a spear. Artus looked from afar, as the man peeked through the slits of the gate.

    “…Looks like some of you are finally waking up.” His voice a bit raspy, but he had a tone of confidence in him. “Don’t get too comfortable…this isn’t permanent.” He started to walk off, giving off a cocky smirk while muttering something under his breath. Artus rested his head up against the wall he was sitting next to, and attempted to scratch an itchy spot on his head, until he felt a certain tightness around his wrists. “Oh no…” He said aloud. He looked down and saw that his hands were cuffed with metal. He made an ill attempt at trying to separate the cuffs by spreading his arms apart, but unsurprisingly it did nothing. He sighed as an expression of sorrow wept over his face. It sure was quite the predicament he had gotten himself into, however even though things looked grim, he was still hopeful for something somewhat positive to happen.

    "You do realize what happens to us, don't you?" Artus turned to his side, to see an old man sitting next to a crate just a few feet away from him. Artus didn't reply, as he assumed it was just some deranged old man. He looked at Artus and gave him an expressionless look, before sighing and resting his head up against the crate. "Oh well...I guess we'll find out soon enough..." He spoke one more time, however with a slight hint of worry and fear in his voice. Artus closed his eyes, trying not to think about what fate had in store for him, although if anything, it was making him even more nervous.
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    Timothy "Tim" Wolfe
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    Tim lay on the floor sleeping peacefully. Or as peacefully as one could when you were lying on the cold hard ground. That is, until he was awoken by water droplets dripping onto his face. He grumpily mumbled something, and slowly opened his eyes. He hadn't slept well at all, and his head was hurting a lot. He really hated being rudely awoken, and he isn't in a good mood when that happens. he sat up, yawned loudly, stretched his arms, or at least tried too, but was unable to spread them apart. He also felt a tightness on his wrist. He soon realized that his hands were cuffed. The grumpiness quickly changed into horror once he rubbed his eyes, and he got a good look at exactly where he was. As his brown eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, he could see that he was in a dark, and dusty place that looked like some sort of prison. There were awful smelling crates assorted throughout the room, and the walls were engraved with weird symbols, and other creepy things that made the boy cringe.

    The dark haired boy quickly turned his head away from the scary engravings on the wall, and thought about something else. "How the heck did I get here?" He wondered out loud. He tried to think what happened, but it all happened so fast, that he barely had time to react. The last thing he rembered was a bunch of soldiers invading his island home, one of them taking him hostage, and literally throwing him on the back of a boat. Everything else after that was a blur, and it made Tim's head hurt even more trying to think about it. Who the heck would want to keep me here? I didn't do anything wrong... Did I upset somebody important and not know it? I hope not... He prayed to the Gods that his parents were alright. They were much more experienced mages than he was, so surely they would be able to flee from the invaders, right?

    It was only after someone in red armor, who seemed to be one of the guards of this prison they were in, passed by their cell pretty much just to taunt them, that Tim realized there were others in this cell with him. A few of them were still unconscious, while others were just starting to wake up. Tim wondered if these people were innocent, and were taken captive for no reason like he was, or if they were real criminals who actually belonged here. He wasn't about to walk up to them and ask that question, Gods forbid they kill him just for looking at them funny. He let out a loud gulp, and his heart started racing. He was getting more and more nervous the longer he sat there. The young mage shut his eyes, and took several deep breaths to calm himself. After a few moments of that, he opened his eyes, and contemplated the situation. As if handcuffing him weren't enough, he also didn't have his wand, and all the contents of his bag were missing. Whoever put him in this awful place must have taken it so he wouldn't be able to fight back if he tried to escape. Not that he could fight back if he did have his wand. Tim knew all he was good for was healing, and freezing things, and he wasn't even very good at that. He was terrible at fighting, if he weren't he definitely wouldn't be sitting in this miserable dungeon in the first place. Tim scooted backwards until his back was against a wall. He pulled his legs up to his chest, buried his face into his knees, and let out a sigh. All he could really do now was sit there and observe his new cellmates until something happened.
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    Valmiro Eberhart
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    Valmiro woke up slowly as he was starting to feel cold. The fact that he was sleeping in a sitting position with his head to a stone wall didn't really help that much either. His butt was hurting, and his back was cramped due to the stone wall he was leaning on. Waking up like this always made Valmiro grumpy, and this was no exception. if his memories served him right, he had been knocked unconcious by a solider a few hours earlier, and he would now be in the rumoured Galvez Prison. Trying to move his arms, Valmiro quickly discovered that his hands were tied. that meant that he wouldn't be able to blast his way out of here with ease as he had secretly hoped he could do. He also felt a disturbance in his dark magic, and knew with himself that this prison negates the effect of lots of different types of magic. He knew that the soldiers who took him had no reason to, no legit ones at least. Looking around, Valmiro could see several others in the dark, some starting to wake up, others sleeping like he himself did a few moments ago. He started wondering if they were hardened criminals or innocents like him. Well, if i'm innocent now, i'm sure as hell not gonna be when i get out of here, Valmiro thought as he tried enabling more movement to his aching legs. If these people actually were dangerous, Valmiro needed to be able to defend himself, if not with magic. He was pretty skilled at close combat, and could possibly send out a few strong kicks with his hands locked as they were. That'd have to wait though, as he felt drained of all energy. He stopped moving his legs around, and leant his head back to the stone wall.


    “Don’t get too comfortable…this isn’t permanent.” some guard told some other guy of the group as they patrolled by the cells. Valmiro could only stare ominously at them where they walked around in their red armours, thinking they were better than everyone else. The very sight of them angered Valmiro; it was the same kind of soldiers that had attacked Ostrheinsburg, and taken him hostage. Once he got free, he'd repay the favour in a very unpleasant way. that being said, he'd have to actually come up with a plan to get out of there. What did the guard say? Something about this not being permanent. He looked around. the place was pretty damp and dark, and more people awoke as he observed. If they were in greater numbers, maybe they could brawl their way out? Who needed hands anyway. Except for Valmiro, who's fighting Style heavily rely on his hand movements...

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    Kenna Keyes
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    An icy cold chill woke Kenna from her somewhat peaceful slumber. She had been lay on her side, left cheek pressed to the cold stone floor, arms tucked in against her body and legs splayed out rather awkwardly. Her eyes fluttered open briefly but she quickly shut them in a poor attempt to drift back off to sleep. She turned onto her back and lay with her eyes closed only to be rudely awakened when a drop of water fell onto her face from a high vantage point. Opening her eyes fully this time, she was surprised at the surroundings in which she found herself in. Looking around, Kenna noted how dark it was. However, despite the darkness it was still possible to make out shapes of other people. Sitting herself upright, Kenna had a much better view of the room. As she was just beginning to make sense of things, her attention was caught by someone speaking behind her. “Don’t get too comfortable…this isn’t permanent.” She turned just to see a soldier staring in through the gate of the cell, before he walked off. As his footsteps grew quieter, Kenna was sure she heard him mention something under his breath. Either way, she didn't really like the way he spoke his last sentence.

    Sighing, Kenna lifted her arms up to stretch, but much to her horror she found that her wrists were cuffed. As the horror of what was happening set in, Kenna shifted backwards in a rather awkward manner until her back was pressed against the wall. Pulling her legs up, she rested her chin on her knees. Her green eyes focused on the other people in the cell. Some of them had yet to move, but most of them were beginning to stir. Kenna wondered how many of them were innocent like her. Though to say she was innocent was probably a lie, since she had technically broken the law. Kenna tried to recall how she even ended up here. The last she could recall she was facing her sister, Ria, having moments before fired a blast of water at her. The few people who were near them started muttering things, which Kenna could recall as being only negative. Suddenly, guards starting surrounding them, or surrounding Kenna at least. Kenna remembered the sheer number of them which was far too many for a small coastal town. As they forced her down, she remembered looking into her sister's eyes and seeing nothing. Snapping back to the current time, Kenna noticed how firmly she was gripping her dress. Releasing the fabric she let legs lay flat, this time letting her palms stay on her thighs. I wish you were here Henriq... She then heard somebody else speaking. The voice was coming from inside the cell. Her green eyes scanned the dark room until she spotted a few shapes huddled next to some foul smelling crates. She couldn't make out who was speaking and left it at that. Resting her head against the wall she remained silent, waiting for the rest of her cellmates to wake up and for something to happen.
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    Daniel "Danny" Ettenberg
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    Daniel awoke with his face pressed to a rather chilly brick wall, his neck cramped at such an awkward angle that he could feel some mild pain. With a low groan he straightened himself up and twisted his head slightly, hoping to crack his neck, but to no avail. He opened his eyes to what looked to be a dimly lit jail cell, he was initially confused but then remembered being knocked unconscious in an attempt to warn his parents of the soldiers approaching. He gasped slightly, his parents, he wondered what had become of them; he prayed to any god above that they were still okay and had made it away safely. Daniel lifted his arms in an attempt to rub his neck, only to realize moments later that they were bound together, he cursed to himself and sighed rather loudly. As Danny's eye adjusted to the darkness, he could clearly make out the shapes of several others inside the cell with him, he began to panic. These could be hardened criminals, you know, the kind that kill you for fun or pleasure. Danny knew that with his hands bound, and with the fatigue he felt that he wouldn't be able to outlast them for long, he prayed that they we're just as confused as he was to why they were in this prison.

    A few patrolling guards passed the cell, one, who had obviously been paying close attention, talked about how they were finally waking up, he also stated that they better not get too comfortable as this wasn't permanent. Danny let out a low gulp, this wasn't good, he was going to die in here, he knew it. If these hardened criminals didn't kill him first he'd probably be slaughtered by these vicious soldiers. God, what a fantastic day this was becoming. Danny put his head back against the wall and began to hum quietly to himself, rather sure that that would be enough to calm him down for now.

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    Zerah Abnar
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    Zerah sat against the brick wall. The coolness of it was uncomfortable. He awoke not to long ago, but he was uncertain of how long he'd been here. The cell was dimly lit. The air smelled stale and tinged with a putrid odor. Zerah was fidgetting with his handcuffs, hoping to break out of them. However, it was difficult to do with minimal resources and no magic. He wasn't sure if he could break out with the spells that he knew, but it would be comforting to know that he could access them at will.

    Zerah could hear the other prisoners stirring about as they regained consciousness, probably expericing a mild form of panic. Regardless, Zerah figured that some if not most of them were thrown in here under unjust accusations. A guard walk past the gate, saying something vaguely ominous. All that Zerah could do was clinch his jaw and glare at the guard. The memory of his fathers wrongful death was fresh in his mind. Vengeance burned in his chest and stung his eyes, but he remained composed. Zerah wanted out of this prison, for he did not deserve to be here. They attacked him, not the other way around. Yet, they had the nerve to walk about smugly as if they had done some great deed as slay an ogre. Zerah grimaced at the thought. He was the one who put criminals away, but with Diaz in charge the crooked were in power. Sure, petty criminals and rebels were locked away, but Diaz would put away a bird if it chirped in the wrong key. His tyranny was growing intolerable.

    Zerah lifted himself up and began to inspect the bars to the cell. He tugged at them, checking their strength.

    "Not getting out this way." He grumbled. He paced the poorly lit room, analyzing the walls of the cell. He noticed the carvings etched into the stone walls. Those look like hieroglyphics or tribal markings at the least. He walked closer to the crates and received a heavy dose of the rotten odor. His mouth twisted while his nose turned up.

    "That is terrible! What's in here?" He said while kicking the crate, before getting a healthy amount of distance away from it.

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    Rozalia Faustyna Górniak / Rose Thorn
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    Rose sat with her back against the cold stone wall, the ends of her long, blood-red ponytail touching the cold, stone floor. She was all too used to this arrangement, having been imprisoned for a number of months already. All she wanted was just a little sleep to take her away from the terrible reality she was in, if only for a while. An insomniac, she obviously found it difficult to do so, and while she somehow managed to doze off, this escape was short-lived, as she found herself awake once again, and back in the filthy, dank, foul-smelling and dimly-lit cell that she knew all too well. Of course it was stupid to hope that things would get better and that she would somehow get out. The world never worked that way. After all, she was once optimistic and trusting, and the only things that came out of being such were heartbreak and imprisonment.

    She heard more breathing, evidently from the others in the cell with her. This was the third time that Rose was moved during her stay in Galvez Prison, and she learned not to care about whoever was with her. It was not as if they mattered anyway. Holding out her handcuffed wrists, she got up, her back painful and her legs numb, as her eyes adjusted from her short nap and she saw the people she shared her cell with once again. Some of them were already awake, or at least stirring. She scoffed as she saw them, not recognizing any of them from her stay, which meant they had just been arrested recently. She had nothing to fear, knowing already what kind of people were usually imprisoned in Galvez. One young boy in particular looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, for heaven's sake! These arrests were stupid, and the whole prison was stupid. All she did was try to defend herself and her caretaker, and she ended up getting arrested. If Agnieszka wasn't so stupid, if she hadn't fallen for Aidan…

    "Looks like some of you are finally waking up. Don’t get too comfortable…this isn’t permanent.” A red-clad guard passed by the iron gate serving as the prison door, smirking as he looked inside. She raised her azure eyes in his direction and glared at him, even if she knew that he couldn't see her. Little acts of defiance were enough of a comfort when one was in a place as horrible as this. Rose was not the type to go down meekly.

    "That is terrible! What's in here?" She heard one of her cellmates, a tall and dark man dressed in green, exclaim after kicking one of the crates. Obviously too stupid to live.

    "If you really want to know, why don't you stick your damn face into it and find out?!" She spat, evidently annoyed as she stepped away, not wanting to deal with him. She found herself standing closer to the youngest in the cell after moving, the seemingly harmless-looking one. Looking down at him, she saw that he had buried his face into the robe covering his legs, and she shook her head. He was a pussy, that was for sure. However, from how small and fragile he seemed, she couldn't help but wonder just a little bit why such a wimp ended up inside. Was it pity? It probably wasn't, Rose being Rose and all.

    "The hell, kid?! Get up and be a real man, you fucking wimp!" She growled, before using both her hands to shake some sense into him. It was not as rough as she intended though, thinking that it was mainly because her handcuffs were inhibiting her.
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    | Galvez Prison |
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    Artus Callum

    Artus was trying really hard to calm himself down, but some of the inmates made it sort of hard for him to do so. "That is terrible! What's in here?" A tall, dark man spoke, as he kicked the crates curiously. Artus knew there was an odor coming from the crates, but he wasn't so curious as to go finding out what it was. It was things like these that he liked being kept in the dark about.

    "If you really want to know, why don't you stick your damn face into it and find out?!" A female shouted. Artus turned to see a young, red-haired woman, scolding the taller man who kicked the crate. Artus just stared, but quickly looked away in case she caught him red-handed and decided to pick on him. However, he noticed the woman turned her attention to a different prisoner, and grabbed him by his clothes, shaking him. "The hell, kid?! Get up and be a real man, you f*cking wimp!" Artus gulped. If this was how his cellmates were going to act, he would rather just get up and move to the corner and hide.

    "Don't get involved. Nothing good ever comes out of it." The old man near Artus spoke, with a slight raspy-ness to his voice.. He turned to him and just nodded slowly.

    "...I don't plan to." Artus chuckled slightly, but quickly stopped, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. "...But shouldn't you say something? I-I mean, you are the oldest." Artus asked. Although he knew being the oldest had nothing do with anything, it did look like the old man was a pretty wise guy, so he was hoping he would be sharing some of that so called 'wisdom'.

    "What is she going to do? The most she can do is hurt him, and even then there's no point considering where we are." The old man sighed, as he went back to resting his head up against a stack of crates. "Besides, it'll hopefully toughen him up..." The old man just closed his eyes trying to rest. Artus found it kind of unfair that the older woman was picking on someone who was probably the youngest out of all the cellmates, but again, he just put his head back against the wall, not wanting to stick his nose in the affair.
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    Kenna Keyes
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    From where she was sat pressed against the wall, Kenna was enjoying her silence, or at least she was until some of the more rowdy cellmates started kicking off. The disruption began when one of the prisoners decided to kick to kick the crates that were emitting such a foul odour. Kenna had watched him move around the cell for quite some time. First he had tried pulling on the gates, which Kenna could only assume was to test how strong they were. He had been examining a wall opposite Kenna for some unknown reason. She wondered if there was perhaps something on them but she couldn't find the effort to go over and look.

    Clearly, the kicking of the crates had annoyed one of her other cellmates, because Kenna spotted a red-headed woman scolding him for his actions.
    "If you really want to know, why don't you stick your damn face into it and find out?!" Kenna couldn't help but stare at her briefly, noting that she would have to try her best to avoid whilst they remained in the cell. In Kenna's eyes, the woman seemed like the sort of person you'd expect to see in a place like this. Kenna gulped slightly, it made her feel a bit more nervous knowing that she sharing her cell with people like that.

    After tearing into the prisoner who had kicked down the crates, she was surprised to see the woman target yet another one of their cellmates. She just doesn't give up does she? Kenna thought to herself, whilst trying to make as little eye contact as possible. It wasn't very fair that she was picking on the one who was the youngest out of them all. It would be understandable if he was scared, so there was really no need for the red-headed woman to be so aggressive to him. Kenna was quite surprised that none of the older cellmates had stepped in to be all valiant and what not. Then again, was there really any point in a place like this?

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    Timothy "Tim" Wolfe
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    Tim sat there watching the other people he was sharing a prison cell with. For a few minutes everyone stayed quiet. That was good, as that was much better than everyone yelling at each other. It was also easier to think when people stayed quiet. The silence didn't last for too long, however. Soon the other people started waking up. There was a tall dark skinned man started moving around the cell. First he had tried pulling on the gates, which Tim guessed was to figure out how strong they were. It was a good effort, but Tim didn't think it would do any good, considering they were cuffed, and there was likely some sort of spell on this place to keep people from using magic. The strength of the gates hardly mattered at this point. The man seemed to figure this fact out rather fast, and moved on to studying the unfamiliar symbols on the walls. Tim figured they were just carvings made by prisoners who were previously trapped in here, and that they didn't have any meaning. Then again, maybe this guy knew something Tim didn't? As the man moved closer to the smelly crates, he too was caught off guard by their foul odor. "That is terrible! What's in here?" He said while kicking the crate. This caused one of the women in the cell to yell at him for doing so. Tim pretty much just ignored this, and continued watching. He didn't really see why this woman needed to scold him. He only asked an honest question.

    Suddenly, the woman who yelled at the man in green for kicking the crates, turned her attention to Tim. He was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts by her shaking and yelling at him. "The hell, kid?! Get up and be a real man, you fucking wimp!" His eyes went wide with shovk. The sudden gesture startled the young mage so much, he let out a high pitched scream. "AHHH!" As soon as the shaking stopped, Tim quickly crawled behind one of the smelly crates, before this lady decided to do something worse than just shaking... He cowered behind the box, while whimpering softly. Great, I just got here, and I already have to deal with a bully... He had been called a whimp many times before, that was nothing new, and he had come to accept that he was one a long time ago. That didn't mean he liked being reminded of this fact, nor did he want everyone knowing that. Worse yet, from the way she spoke, this woman was probably a real criminal who could kill him without a second thought if she really wanted to. This day was just going wonderfully so far...

    Dealing with the terrible stench of these boxes was no big deal when he considered the alternative, but after cowering behind the foul smelling crate for a few moments, he realized how silly he might have looked to those watching, and stopped shivering. Why do I always mess up these kinds of things?! Now they probably think I'm a scaredy-cat or something... Even if I survive this, I'm never going to hear the end of it from these guys. Ugh, everything is just getting better and better. The boy poked his head out, to see if it was safe to come out, and took a look at his attacker. Tim felt his face flush when he saw her. The redheaded woman was obviously much taller than him, and was wearing a rather revealing outfit. The vest she had on was barely able to stay closed. The boy wasn't used to seeing another female wear something like that. He couldn't tell for certain if she was a real criminal or not, but all the signs seemed to point to her being one. After realizing that he had been staring for longer than he had intended, he gasped, and quickly ducked his head down before he was noticed. By that time, his nose had gotten used to the bad smell.
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    Valmiro Eberhart
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    Valmiro was moody. He was bored, and he definitly missed his magical abilities. He had tried to summon some dark spells under his breath, but for no use. The place completely stripped him of his magic, and that meant no Hand Blasters too. All he could do was counting sheeps in order to fall back asleep, but his aching back prevented that. He decided instead that he would stand up and stretch his legs. He had little energy left, and standing up made him dizzy. He fell back towards the wal and leant to it to clear his head a moment before starting to survey his surroundings. "That is terrible! What's in here?" a tall green-clad guy said as he kicked a box standing there like it was nobodies business. For some reason, a newcomer to the cell, a redhaired woman, started yelling the guy out. Valmiro could just stand by and watch the scene unfold. the woman was clad in a rather daring attire, and it looked like she had been here for some while, at least longer than they had.

    "The hell, kid?! Get up and be a real man, you ****ing wimp!" the woman turned her attention to another prisoner who looked like he was about to wet himself. the young man let out a high pitched shriek in response, which made Valmiro burst out in laughter. Oh, he liked this lady! The poor slob crawled his way to behind one of the crates trying to hide himself from the woman. Valmiro, who now decided he wanted to speak with this woman, walked over to her. He was careful, as he knew getting on her wrong side would end in injuries. No matter how well trained in fighting Valmiro was, with his hands tied, there wasn't that much he could do. "You." he said to the woman with a slightly menacing grin. "I like your style. May I ask why you are in here?". He did want to know her backstory. for all he knew, she was either innocent like he was, or an actual criminal.

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    After kicking the box, Zerah was shouted at by fellow prisoner. Her vibrant red hair was shocking. It looked unnaturally red as if it was soaked in blood. Judging by her demeanor, this probably wasn't far from the truth. While the woman was stunning, her attitude was not. Her revealing attire didn't help her out either. Before he could respond, she was off to terrorizing the other prisoners. She shook down some poor boy. He let out a shrill shout. While he did look a bit frail, that was no reason to target him, even if screamed like a woman. Zerah let out a frustrated huff and puffed out his chest. An odd looking fellow with white hair and red eyes went over to speak with the cellblock bully. Apparently, he was proud of her antics. Zerha decided to confront them, seeing as these two seemed like they belonged here more than him or the panicking young man.

    Zerah walked over to the boy who was hiding behind a smelly crate. He must really be frightened if he is hiding near this stench. He offered the boy a hand to help him up. Zerah then turned to the troubling redhead and said, "How about you stop berating everyone? It just stirs up unnecessary trouble."
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    Drip. Drip. Tendrick awoke after a restful sleep. Blinking his good eye, he took in his surroundings. His hands were chained, but to what, he could not tell. He was in one corner of a prison cell, nearly surrounded by crates. Beyond that, it was difficult to see between his eyepatch and the darkness. What happened? he wondered. The last thing that he remembered was overturning a tax collector's station... So this is Galvez. Tendrick tried to summon the power of wind, but it seemed out of reach somehow. "Curses. I thought so," he muttered.

    Crossing his legs, Tendrick sat down on the cold floor. His cloak didn't provide sufficient insulation for him, so he shivered a little when he did so. However, his time with The Order had prepared him for many hardships. Closing his eyes, raising his head to the heavens, and holding his feet, Tendrick went into a trance-like state as he prayed.

    "O great Goddess Pacis, may your name be glorified. May those who would seek to destroy you be in turn destroyed. May your new Era of Peace be brought to the world. May I, who is but a pawn, be a vessel of your Truth to bring these things to past. I ask you to look upon your humble servant and take mercy upon him. At this time, he has been incapacitated. At this time, he cannot do your work. If he has found favor in your eyes, I plead that you may direct him to where your light may be."

    For what seemed like hours, Tendrick chanted in this manner. He was vaguely aware of things happening in the cell, such as what seemed to be a guard saying something. What really surprised him was that there seemed to be others in the cell with him. If he had been paying more attention, he would have been concerned about the nature of his cell mates. As it was, he was in such an intense, spiritual state that he was beginning to sweat. When he finally broke from the prayer, he noticed that much had happened in his absence. His eye had adjusted to the darkness at this point, so he saw a tall, attractive woman towering over a small boy cowering in the corner. With the boy was an imposing dark-skinned man, and a pale, well-built man stood with the lady. The woman herself wore revealing enough attire to make Tendrick blush.

    At length, Tendrick arose. Struggling with his chains, he walked over to a muscular man who was against the wall, apparently trying to shrink. Slowly, he asked, "I apologize for any inconvenience, but could you possibly explain what hath occurred here? My name is Tendrick Wilson. I am a monk of the Goddess Pacis."

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    "I apologize for any inconvenience, but could you possibly explain what hath occurred here? My name is Tendrick Wilson. I am a monk of the Goddess Pacis." Artus turned raised his head to look at the young man who was talking to him. The strange man was wearing a cloak, and was incredibly skinny, and covered up his eye with a piece cloth. Raising an eyebrow, Artus has no clue what Tendrick was talking about, but quickly realized he was asking about the current 'scene' that unfolded in front of them with the red-headed woman.

    "...I don't know...something about one of the prisoners yelling at someone over being a wimp, I think. Whatever...it's best not to get involved in things like this. It only causes problems in the long run." Artus spoke in a sombre tone and shrugged slightly at Tendrick, before putting his head back down. However, it wasn't long until another voice chimed in.

    “Oh dear…” The old man beside them suddenly spoke. Artus turned to see that the elder was staring at the gates for some reason. Turning his attention to the metal gates at front, he could clearly hear footsteps approaching the cell once more. The attention turned to the front of the cell, and then through the slits of the metal bars, Artus could see five prison wardens standing right outside.

    “Is it their turn now?” One of them spoke. Artus gulped. Our turn for what? If anything, he would’ve rather just stayed in the cell than whatever the prison had in store for him. “Are you sure this is necessary? Most of them are so young…” The same warden spoke.

    “That is not your concern.” Another warden replied. It was obvious one of them was having doubts about something, but it had seemed they weren’t in a position to be questioning their motives. Suddenly, the metal gates started to screech, the sound of metal scraping against stone. Artus’ eyes widened with fear, as one of the wardens looked at the prisoners. “Alright. Get up.” The metal gates slid to the side, creating a door-sized opening in the cell for the prisoners to walk through. “You need to put these on.” As Artus got up, several wardens walked through the opening and into the cell, carrying small sheets of dark cloth. One of the wardens approached Artus, who was backing away out of caution and fear.

    “Hey, what are you doing?!” Artus shouted. Out of fear that he was going to get hit, he quickly closed his eyes expecting a blow to the head or something of the sort, but soon relaxed a little bit once he felt something soft touch his face.

    “Just shut up and do what you are told. This is just protocol.” The warden spoke emotionlessly, as he started to wrap the cloth around Artus’ eyes and tied it from the back. "Now follow our voices, and do what we tell you. And don’t take the blindfold off.” Artus didn’t say a word, but just gulped once more and nodded, as he started to walk step by step out of the cell. “Try not to trip over anything.” The warden spoke to the group of prisoners, as he chuckled a bit. He nudged Artus on the back, pushing him in the direction of the opening, stepping out of the cell. Slowly, he started to walk, with the sounds of other footsteps near him, which he assumed to be the other prisoners. “Keep walking straight.” A warden said out loud to the group, giving Artus another nudge on the back. As much as he wanted to question the blindfolds, he didn’t want to risk getting a possible punishment for doing so. It was obvious that the blindfolds were to prevent the prisoners from looking around, but it wouldn’t even be too hard to take them off. Artus raised his hands a bit, wanting to ‘adjust’ his blindfold, until a voice boomed. “Don’t even try taking it off!” A sudden jab with the blunt end of something poked Artus in the back, causing him to cry out in pain.

    “Oww! S-Sorry, it was just a bit uncomfortable, I-I was only trying to adjust it.” He stuttered with a hint of fear in his voice. He didn’t get a reply from the wardens, but this made him all the more weary of not saying anything more to push their buttons, or making them think he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Admittedly, he was scared of what may happen to him, and if he ever regretted doing something, it would have been leaving home.
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    "How about you stop berating everyone? It just stirs up unnecessary trouble."

    From where she was sat, Kenna watched as one of her cellmates went up to the red-headed woman and confronted her. Kenna was surprised it hadn't happened sooner, but she knew that a confrontation would happen eventually. It was just bound to happen. She had seen similar situations occur in Havnaar, with one large individual tormenting a group of smaller individuals. Having seen similar events to what was unfolding in the cell before, Kenna knew there was probably going to be one of two outcomes from the little confrontation. The least likely outcome would that she would handle it pretty well and would see the error of her actions. The most likely outcome would be that the red-headed woman would instead turn her attention to the prisoner who had just confronted her. Whichever outcome happened Kenna knew there was going to be quite a lot of commotion. As she waited expectantly for something to happen, she hear a man who dressed up in a rather odd looking cloak. Kenna imagined that he must've been a monk, as she mistook his earlier prayers for incoherent babbling.

    Before she, or the prisoner who the questions was asked to could answer, a voice answered from the direction of the foul smelling boxes. Suddenly, silence gripped the cell as most of the prisoners started turning their attention to the five wardens gathered outside the cell. Kenna gulped as they started talking amongst themselves. From what she could hear, the guards seemed to be having a disagreement about whatever the prisoners were going to endure next. And it clearly didn't sound good, since one of the guards mentioned that some of the prisoners were quite young. Kenna winced as the gates opened, scratching against the stone floor. “Alright. Get up.” one of the wardens called before opening the gate wide enough for the prisoners to walk through. “You need to put these on.” As Kenna hoisted herself up, she noticed that the guards who entered the cell were sheets of dark cloth. As one guard approached her, Kenna backed off, uncertain as to whether or not they were genuinely going to put the sheet on them or if they were going to use it for another purpose such as smothering them. The guard who approached her shot her a funny look as she backed away, but instead of yelling at her he calmly wrapped the cloth around her head.

    Now that she blindfolded, Kenna couldn't help but feel vulnerable. She along with the rest of the prisoners started to walk step by step out of the cell, as the guards began barking instructions at them. Kenna wasn't paying that much attention to the guards' instructions and was instead focused more on where she stepped and making sure that she didn't bump into any of her cellmates. Thankfully, she was at the back of the group so bumping into others wasn't too much of a problem. Her problem was her slow walking, and as to be expected it clearly ticked off the guards who were behind the group. "Get moving!" one of them ordered, giving Kenna a jab with the blunt end of their spear. The jab was sudden, and rather painful causing Kenna to cry out in pain before falling to her knees. As she fell to the floor her palms and semi exposed knees scraped against the ground which was littered with small pieces of rubble.

    One of the guards let out a disgruntled noise before coming round to Kenna's side and hoisting her up by her arm. "I'm not going to have to carry you the rest of the way there am I?"

    Grabbing her arm back from the guard, Kenna attempted to stare at the guard, which proved harder than expected since she didn't actually know where he was. "No you won't." she grumbled, a northern accent faintly detectable. Kenna didn't see if the guard responded, but was shoved back in line with the other prisoners, heading off to whatever torture they had planned for them all.

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    Rozalia Faustyna Górniak / Rose Thorn
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    The boy looked up at her in shock, before running away and hiding behind one of the crates. Figured it, a real wimp alright. She thought as she heard very soft whimpering coming from where he was hiding, and peeking. She looked at him, wondering if he really was that way, and how the hell could he even survive a day in prison if he was. She overheard the old man in the cell talking to a taller, muscular man, advising him not to interfere, commenting that the boy needed some toughening up to do, after all, which was what was exactly on Rose's mind. She did not like those types of idiots who cowered and gave up easily at the end of the line. Weakness, such a thing disgusted her. She allowed herself to be weak as a child for her parents' sake, and their stupidity did not lead them anywhere. She allowed herself to fall for Aidan, and the only thing she got out of it was arrest.

    "How about you stop berating everyone? It just stirs up unnecessary trouble." The dark man she yelled at protested, prompting Rose to give him a dark glare, refusing to back down. Who was he to tell her what to do? As far as she could tell, he wasn't the one stuck in Galvez Prison for months in the first place. And she wasn't the one hiding in the corner, doing what one wasn't supposed to do in a place like this. Like all other guys, he was an idiot.

    "The hell?! You think shaking and hiding would do any good, you fucking bonehead?! A pussy like him won't live till the next day…this is not a place for doing shit like that! Still defending him? Why don't you go cry all you want and see if you want to be their plaything! It will be my pleasure, alright!" She snarled back, only noticing at that moment that a white-haired guy had approached her. Unlike the man dressed in green however, this one complimented her, almost in a patronizing way. If she hadn't known any better, like her gullible nineteen-year-old self, she might have warmed up to him and perhaps smiled. But she was twenty-two and knew better. More likely than not, he was just like all the others.

    "I like your style. May I ask why you are in here?" He asked. Rose narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. Of course he was just trying to impress her, he wanted someone to have a sense of control over, after all. Did he really think that she was just another unfortunate victim of a round-up?

    "You really wanna know, moron? I killed a fucking spy. Shot him in the chest and the balls, period." She spat, just as she heard the metal door groan, as if someone was opening it. The sound distracted her as she looked in the direction of the door. Five prison wardens stood at the doorway.

    "Get up." One of them said, as the others took out blindfolds. The wardens entered and approached the prisoners. One of them stepped towards Rose and held up a blindfold. Execution, Rose thought as she balled her fists. If this was really the end of the line, she was not going down without a fight. She raised both her fists and knocked the warden's hands away from her. Let them shoot me here, I don't care, she thought. The last thing she wanted was to give Diaz the pleasure of arranging a public execution for her.

    "What the hell is this?" She growled, pushing his hands away once again.

    "This is protocol, you must cooperate." The man spoke, before sidestepping and in a quick motion, slipped the blindfold over Rose's eyes, securing it before she could protest. She did know some of the paths inside Galvez Prison, having been relocated thrice already. However, she did not know the entire place, and she couldn't even see. How the hell was she supposed to know what really was going on? The warden nudged Rose's back, and she walked quickly, not wanting him to place his hands on her again, deciding to kick him if he did. As she was pretty near the entrance, it did not take her long to exit the cell.

    "Now follow our voices, and do what we tell you. And don’t take the blindfold off. Try not to trip over anything.” Another warden spoke out. Rose moved swiftly, following the voices. Whether it was an execution or something else, she was going to have to find out. Her feet carried her to corridors that she did not find familiar. Raising her hand to scratch her face, she felt someone grab her arm and hit her with the handle of a spear. "I said, don't take the blindfold off!"

    "I was just scratching, asshole! Don't manhandle me!" She protested as she kept on walking. Execution or not, Rose wasn't going to beg for mercy. She didn't hear any reply, but did hear a faint sigh coming from him, before he started ordering them harshly once more.



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    Valmiro Eberhart
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    The woman with the red hair looked at him with caution as he approached, and for a glimpse second, Valmiro swore he could see past her rock hard exterior, or.. maybe it was just him imagining. She didn't take kindly to his questions at all, spitting her answers all over the place. "You really wanna know, moron? I killed a ****ing spy. Shot him in the chest and the balls, period.". She said this like it was some sort of big deal. "Well, that's not too harsh" Valmiro said before deciding on a daring move. "If that was all, how in the seven depths did you not manage to escape being captured?" he finished off with a grim smile before retreating to his little dark spot in the corner, absolutely positive that this would come back to bite him in his arse at some point. Not long after though, Valmiro could clearly hear the sound fof the metal doors being opened, and five wardens clad in the same red outfits came to the cell.

    "Get up." One of them said, as another readied blindfolds. As if they needed blindfolds anyway, if you weren't a specialist in Dark Magic, night vision was pretty rare, and it was pretty damn dark down there. It seemed like the regular procedure of an execution, and this had Valmiro slightly disturbed. He wasn't ready to die here yet. Not until he at least tried fighting his way out of there! On the verge of giving up, Valmiro released a big sigh before exiting the cellblock, getting ready to be blindfolded.

    "What the hell is this?" said the voice of the redhead. Valmiro thought she might not be too happy with the whole ordeal herself, and knowing her, like he had done for like, 10 minutes, she would not go down without a fight. "This is protocol, you must cooperate." one of the wardens said, as if it was a practiced line for a show. This must happen regularly down here. "Now follow our voices, and do what we tell you. And don’t take the blindfold off. Try not to trip over anything.” another warden said as the group started moving. "I said, don't take the blindfold off!" the warden said, and Valmiro wondered what was happening back there, though he had a slight suspicion. "I was just scratching, *******! Don't manhandle me!" the familiar voice of the redhead said. Valmiro laughed. "What's so funny, scum?!" a warden asked. Did they really have to be mean now that they were on the verge of death already? "Oh, nothing." Valmiro said in an optimistic tone. Being raised as he was, Valmiro did not fear death, as it was a big pat of the magic his kind practiced. It was a big difference in inflicting death upon others than being put down yourself though..

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    Timothy "Tim" Wolfe
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    The man in green approached Tim, and offered a hand to help him up. Tim didn't need help standing up, but he appreciated the thought. So, he nodded, and accepted the gesture anyway. He mouthed the words "thank you" as the taller man went to tell off the woman. He was grateful that there were some nice people in this prison. The redhead responded with more insults and swear words. She outright stated that he wouldn't survive in this prison being the way he was. Tim narrowed his eyes, but kept his mouth shut. Making enemies isn't going to help your chances of survival either, lady... He thought to himself. There was no way he would be able to say these kinds of things out loud, but he was safe in his own thoughts. At least I know when to leave people that clearly want to be left alone, alone. He had been called a whimp countless times. It was nothing new. But it wasn't like her chances of survival were any better with the way she was acting. She had even gone and insulted the guy who had just given her a complement. This guy didn't exactly look to be the friendly sort either. With his creepy red eyes, unnaturally white hair, and dark armor. Fantastic, more bullies, just when I thought things were starting to look up. Who gives someone a compliment for scaring someone?! He preferred to look for the best in people, rather than dwell on the negative, but their actions weren't making that easy.

    Tim heard the sound of the metal door opening. The metallic creaking noise distracted him from his thoughts. Five prison wardens stood at the doorway. “Alright. Get up.” The metal gates slid to the side, creating a large enough opening in the cell for the prisoners and the wardens to walk through. “You need to put these on."

    One of the wardens approached Tim with a piece of dark cloth in hand. The warden coming at him was clearly female, but wearing the same armor as the men. She was also just as intimidating as they were, The young mage's eyes widened with fear, and he gulped loudly as he started to back away. The warden then proceeded to wrap the cloth around his head, completely covering his eyes. The room was now much darker than it was before. "W-w-what's h-h-happening...?" He stuttered.

    "That's none of your business kid! This is just protocol. Now walk! Don’t even think about trying to take the blindfold off. And... try not to trip over anything.”" He heard the female warden command. He also felt some blunt object nudging him hard in the back.

    "AHH!" Tim screamed once again as he went foward. Being unable to see anything in front of him, his movements were awkward. The boy nearly tripped on his own feet.

    "Didn't I just tell you not to trip over anything?!" The same voice called out. "Perhaps you need to learn to listen when someone tells you something!" She nudged him in the back several times with the handle of her spear. "Now move! We ain't got all day!"

    "Eep! I'm sorry!" He shouted. as he went ahead as best he could. He didn't dare say anything more, lest he upset these wardens and make his current situation worse. Besides, he didn't have the nerve to talk back to these scary people. Especially when he was in a helpless position without magic. He could still think what he wanted though. He doubted they could read minds. But I wouldn't have tripped if you hadn't blinded me, then pushed me so hard. Maybe you need to learn to be a bit more gentle! Has that ever crossed your mind?! As he walked in the darkness, The only sounds he heard were the footsteps of everyone else. Tim grew more and more nervous about what gruesome fate was in store for him. The blindfolds, and the secrecy about what they were going to do suggested that they were going to be put to death. But... that couldn't be right? Tim hadn't committed any crimes that warranted execution. He started breathing heavily the more he thought about it. It was looking difficult to be optimistic right now.
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    Artus Callum


    Sulking alongside the wardens, Artus didn’t speak a word, not wanting to provoke them into poking him again. It didn’t exactly bring about an enormous amount of pain, but it still hurt. “Alright everyone, there’s a few flight of stairs coming up.” A warden announced to the group. Artus walked more cautiously, trying not to trip over his own feet, but as he approached the steps, he stopped right in front, hesitating. “What’s the hold up? Just walk down the stairs!” A warden form the back of the group shouted at Artus, causing another warden to grab him by the arm and push him slightly. “Go!” Artus stumbled, but regained his posture as he dipped a foot forwards trying to find his footing. He felt the ground recede downwards, and took that as indication that the steps were right in front of him, and to his surprise, more than enough room for him and the other prisoners to walk on.

    “O-Okay, okay, sorry…” Artus mumbled, as he slowly made his way down the set of stairs. He could hear wardens scoffing at him, but honestly, he couldn’t have cared any less that they thought of him as clumsy. He did what he was told and continued carefully stepping down each stair step until eventually he felt level ground once again. Artus stopped walking, as the sounds of chatter, grunting and wardens shouting slowly drowned out. Wherever him and the group of prisoners were now, it was certainly a bit more…isolated than the regular chambers of the prison. The sounds weren’t as echoed, and the only thing that was heard now was the sound of the prisoners walking and a little bit of whispering from the wardens.

    “Stopped again, did we?” A warden leaned in and whispered in Artus’ ear which sent a chill down his spine. He was not expecting it, but the way the warden had said it, made it seem like there was a punishment coming his way. Luckily, that was not the case. “We are almost there. Just keep walking, and don’t stop unless we say so.” The warden whispered again, and pushed him slightly to gesture him to continue moving on. Once again, without talking back, Artus just gulped and walked on for several more minutes in a straight line, until he ran into something.

    “Oof!” Artus grunted as his body hit a stone wall. He bounced back a bit, but managed to grab his footing. “A-A wall? T-There’s a wall, t-there’s nowhere to go!” Artus panicked, as he shouted to the prisoners and wardens.

    “Calm down! Just stay still.” A warden said to him, and then shouted at the other prisoners. “Walk a few more steps and then stop! And stay there until we say so!” The wardens nudged some of the prisoners forward, and they stood there for a few moments, and could hear some of the other wardens talking amongst themselves, almost as if they were discussing something. However they’re voices were a bit farther away. They were still close by, just not directly beside the group anymore. Artus gulped loudly, and then sighed. …There has to be a reason we stopped. What are they even talking about?

    "...Are you sure we should send all of them down there? We've never sent this many prisoners before..." He heard one of the wardens asking another.

    "..Yeah I'm sure. It'll save us the extra trips of making them go down in smaller groups. We are short staffed anyways." The warden replied. Artus nodded his head in disbelief. Send them down where? What were they getting into? There were too many questions, and they certainly liked keeping them in the dark about things. Artus was lost in his thoughts, until a warden shouted at them, snapping him back to reality. “Okay, stay still! You’ll know when to move again!” His voice echoed a little farther away than before, and followed up with a loud ‘click’ noise. After a few seconds, the ground beneath Artus started to shift and creak, until it jerked and started to slowly but gently move downwards. What the - ? Is this an elevator? Artus started to tremble slightly at what fate awaited not only him, but his fellow prisoners as well. Knowing better not to ask what was going on, Artus kept his mouth shut and waited for a long 2 minutes until the elevator came to steady halt, as signalled by the jerking of the platform beneath them and the creaking of metal and wood.

    “…W-What now? D-Do we move?” Artus took a gamble talking to the wardens, and prepared himself to get physically abused once again, however, he relaxed once he got no answer. Artus waited a few more seconds, however, still no reply. It was dead silent, with only the sounds of the prisoners shuffling about.

    “Take off your blindfold!” A familiar voice broke the silence. Artus recognized it as the old man, but hesitated in taking off the piece of cloth.

    “B-But they said not to take them off!” Artus shouted back, stuttering a little. Normally, he would have taken it off without question, but he really did not want to get another poke or something worse.

    “Forget what they said, boy! They’re not here! Everyone take your blindfolds off!” The old man shouted with a hint of panic in his voice. Listening to the old man, Artus quickly raised his cuffed hands and took off the blindfold and dropped it on the ground. His eyes quickly got adjusted to his surroundings, but he wished he could have just kept them blindfolded. He took a look at his feet and saw that they were elevated a few feet above the ground on a platform made of wood. Metal chains were attached to the side that suspended themselves high into the darkness of a ceiling above, indicating that they were indeed on an elevator. Jumping off of the platform, Artus took a look at the world around him. Gone was the prison-like atmosphere of cells and stone walls, and in its place was a large, rocky cavern. It was just a large dome shape with three small, dark corridors nearby, and several ledges and large boulders scattered about. The only sunlight came from the large cluster of cracks and holes located near the upper part on the side of the cavern. Upon closer inspection, the sound of rushing water could be heard as well.

    Artus kicked the dirt beneath him, and saw several bare bones scattered about as if they were picked clean off. “T-They dropped us in a cave?” He said, looking at the old man. He looked back at Artus with a look of sorrow and then slowly opened his mouth.

    “No, not a cave…this is the feeding pit.”
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    Tendrick stood in the darkness, staying in absolute silence. The response of "...I don't know...something about one of the prisoners yelling at someone over being a wimp, I think. Whatever...it's best not to get involved in things like this. It only causes problems in the long run," had completely shut him up. It had never occurred to him to him in all of his travels that it could actually be negative for Pacis to step in on her behalf. But that's what this entire thing was implying. The cold, dark cell engulfed him in insecurity and disillusionment. Perhaps he should have focused more on the guards coming in to relocate them, and he definitely should have noticed the blindfold. At this point, however, he felt as though every word he spoke was sacrilege to the Great Goddess herself.

    "What the hell is this!" screamed the voice of the attractive woman, snapping Tendrick out of his stupor. Nearly every voice he heard after that was part of a conversation regarding those same fools attempting to remove their blindfolds. Damn idiots... thought Tendrick. Pacis will not be pleased. However, even Tendrick knew at this point that it would only make the situation worse. Or at least, he thought so. Whatever the case, he kept his mouth shut. Even when the rough texture of the floor dug into the soles of his bare feet, he said nothing. But then came the stairs.

    The guards informed them that in front of them were stairs, which Tendrick immediately assumed meant that it was an upwards staircase. This was not the case. Taking a step up, he fell forward and crashed at the bottom of the staircase. Laughing, the guards kicked him. "Get the hell up!" Tendrick stood up defiantly. That was enough. "I beseech thee to make me." The guards continued to kick him harder. Then, what sounded like their superior ended their fun. "Walk a few steps forward!" Upon doing so, the floor seemed to move downwards, as if by magic. To check if he could use it, he tried to summon the wind. It still wasn't there.

    The ride ended, and Tendrick stepped forward. He had not walked for more than a second before an elderly voice called out, "Take off your blindfold!" to which another complained, "They said not to take it off!" "Forget what they said!" Tendrick ripped it off. A cave seemed to materialize before his eyes. "Sunlight!" he bellowed! "Praise Pacis!" Then he noticed the bones. "This is the feeding pit," stated an old man.

    Tendirck took it in. Then he turned to the others. "Remain calm!" He focused on the attractive one's breasts. Then he snapped back to attention. "The Goddess Pacis is watching over us, and on my word as a White monk, I will protect you in her name! Perhaps this is an opportune time for this wizened elder to further explain?"

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    Timothy "Tim" Wolfe
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    Things stayed relatively quiet, until the guard said that they had reached a flight of stairs. Tim figured that meant that it was an upwards staircase.So, he took a step up, and fell forward on his face, and crashed at the bottom of the staircase. Laughing, the guard kicked him. "Get the hell up! It's a downward staircase!" Tim whimpered, stood up, and took a few steps foward until he crashed into a wall, causing the guards to laugh harder. "Ha! This is just too funny! There's a wall there kid..."

    You couldn't have told me that before...? Must you laugh at my expense? Tim thought. He wasn't at all amused that these guards seemed to enjoy taking advantage of the prisoners, and laughing if they hurt themselves. Yeah, some of them were criminals, and probably deserved it, but that was still needlessly cruel.

    After a particularly long delay with the guards discussing something amongst themselves, things finally got moving again. The ground beneath Tim's feet started to shift and creak, until it jerked and started to slowly but gently move downwards, as if by magic. If he weren't so terrified about what was going to happen next, he would actually be impressed. He tried to freeze his handcuffs, but nothing happened. Which meant there were some other shenanigans going on here. Once the ride ended, Tim walked foward, he only walked a few steps before he was finally allowed to remove his blindfold. Tim hesitated for a few seconds, fearing earning the wrath of the guards, but once the voice said the guards were gone, Tim immediately complied, and ripped off the cloth covering his eyes.

    He took a look around, and saw that they were elevated a few feet above the ground on a wooden platform. Metal chains were attached to the side that suspended themselves high into the darkness of a ceiling above, indicating that they were indeed on an elevator, which meant the wardens hadn't used magic after all. He felt silly for not realizing that obvious fact right away. Surely if none of the prisoners could use magic, then these wardens couldn't either. Shaking that thought out of his mind, he slowly started stepping off the platform, Tim took a look around, and saw that he was in some sort of rocky cavern. There were a few bones scattered about which served to make Tim even more nervous. The only nice thing about it was unlike where they were before, there was at least a little bit of sunlight coming in. At least now they weren't totally sitting in the dark.

    Then, the old man explained that they were in a feeding pit. The boy gulped loudly, and started shivering. "F-f-feeding pit?! Um...W-w-w-what are they feeding down here?" He highly doubted the wardens were going to come back down with gourmet food, and start being nice to them now. There was probably some scary, carnivorous, monster down here waiting for them. How awful that they actually fed it with people. The man in the white cloak took charge of the situation, and stated that this Goddess Pacis would protect them. Tim merely shook his head, and went to a quiet corner of the cavern. He was a believer of different deities. Ones that had started to fall out of favor as different ideas had spread to his home, and people abandoned their faith when someone offered them something better. Many of the people on his island had turned their back on the beliefs with which Solluna was founded. The Wolfe family were among the few who who still prayed to the original Gods and maintained the old traditions. He quietly prayed to his patron Goddesses, the sun and moon goddesses, Celestia and Luna. O Celestial sisters. Please give me strength...
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    Valmiro Eberhart
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    Being led through the prison was no easy task. every now and then, Valmiro found himself tripping, stubbing his toe into a buolder more than once, and the guards only laughed at him. Laughed as if he was a pitiful being without value. It was enough to tick off Valmiro, who grew angrier with every rock he kicked. He would definitly knock someone out if it wasn't for the fact that he was both cuffed and blindfolded. all he could really do at this point, was to hum a song to occupy his mind off the fact that he was probably going to be murdured soon. As if to ruin his plan, one of the guards walking behind him started humming himself, and Valmiro was forced to stop. Let's see how well you hum with your throat ripped out, Valmiro thought as he pictured the numerous ways to kill off the guard in his head.

    All of a sudden, after walking for gods know how long, the group stopped. “…W-What now? D-Do we move?” A puny voice said. It didn't seem like they were moving, and Valmiro was sure they had stopped for a reason. “Take off your blindfold!” another voice said. it didn't sound like the guards, but Valmiro remained alert in case they were still there. they had instructed them on keeping them on, and he didn't want to be beaten up by guards anytime soon. “B-But they said not to take them off!” the wimpy voice said.

    “Forget what they said, boy! They’re not here! Everyone take your blindfolds off!” the old man said again. If the guards are not here, we're probably in another cell. Valmiro thought as he took off his blindfolds. He quickly adjusted to the darkness, and quickly scanned the surroundings. Valmiro was standing on a wooden platform a few feet off the ground, held up by four chains in each corner, stretching further into the darkness above than Valmiro could see. What was this ?Why would they go up? It also seemed like they were not in the prison cells anymore, as the walls looked more like wals of a cave rather than the stone walls of a building.

    “T-They dropped us in a cave?” Scaredy-cat managed to ask. “No, not a cave…this is the feeding pit.” the old man said as if this was the most normal of all. The feeding pit? Were they going to be eaten by some giant monster? Well, that sucks... Valmiro released a deep sigh. "F-f-feeding pit?! Um...W-w-w-what are they feeding down here?" the even more wimpy guy from earlier asked.

    "Remain calm!" Some other dude said. Valmiro caught him briefly staring at the redheads breats before continuing. "The Goddess Pacis is watching over us, and on my word as a White monk, I will protect you in her name! Perhaps this is an opportune time for this wizened elder to further explain?". Valmiro released a sinister laughter. As if some goddess would save them there. But the dude was right though. Maybe at least they could get some answers out of the old man? He walked over to him and grabbed the collar of his worn out shirt with his cuffed hands. "Okay, Mr. seems-to-know-it-all. We're about to get eaten, aren't we? By what, if I may ask?" he said, not losing his calm. He was fine with dying, there seemed to be no escaping that, but he wanted to at least know how he would go.

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    | Galvez Prison |
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    “Remain Calm!” A voice shouted. Artus recognized it as Tendrick’s, and although he told everyone to stay calm, Artus found it slightly hard to do, considering the situation. "The Goddess Pacis is watching over us, and on my word as a White monk, I will protect you in her name! Perhaps this is an opportune time for this wizened elder to further explain?" Artus arched an eyebrow. He certainly wasn’t very religious, however he was familiar with some of the traditions and deities that people worshipped. He was honestly more of a 'believe in whatever you want' sort of guy.

    "F-f-feeding pit?! Um...W-w-w-what are they feeding down here?" The smaller young man who was getting picked on earlier in the cell spoke up. Artus nodded in agreement to his question. Sure he was a little bit on the small side, but he brought up a valid point. What exactly lived down in this deep, damp and dark cave?

    "Okay, Mr. seems-to-know-it-all. We're about to get eaten, aren't we? By what, if I may ask?" A young man with white hair walked over to the old man and grabbed him by the collar. Artus stepped back a bit, giving him some room. It seems like everyone is getting a bit…on edge. He couldn’t’ exactly blame them for their behaviour, however Artus preferred a more docile approach to things as opposed to his white-haired ‘friend’. Turning his attention back to the old man, he raised his hands and then pulled his body away from the clutches of the white-haired man.

    “Calm down, boy!” The old man shouted and took a step back, taking a sigh of relief. He stood for a few minutes, with a look that indicating he was thinking. He then looked at the white-haired young man. “I’m honestly not sure what lurks down here…” He then frowned, looking at his feet. “They were just rumors I heard while I was in this prison...” He paused for a few seconds. Artus just watched as he noticed the old man frowning with an expression of sadness that wept over his face. He knew it wasn’t the elder’s fault that he didn’t know what creature lived down in the pit, as not many people even came out of the prison. Although truthfully, Artus would have preferred not to know what kind of beast the prison kept, that would be fed prisoners for a meal. “However, it doesn’t look like it’s active right now. It could be sleeping. Maybe somewhere down in those corridors…” The old man spoke once again, pointing at the slightly narrow passages on the other side of the cave. Artus felt a little bit of relief knowing that whatever was down here was slumbering. He walked back over to the elevator platform and sat down, letting out a sigh of relief and tension.

    “Well, what happens now? Do we just wait?” He mumbled to himself, looking down at his cuffed hands. He could feel his mana being suppressed. Almost as if he was carrying around something that weighed him down. He had felt that way even back in the cell, but it was more noticeable down in the Feeding Pit. However, even if he could use his magic, he was far too drained, and his lightning probably couldn’t break the cuffs anyhow. He pondered for a few more seconds and then turned to look at his fellow prisoners. “So...what do you guys propose we do now?” He chuckled a bit. Artus honestly just wanted to get his mind off the whole ‘fed to the monster thing’, so he really just wanted to talk a little bit. Or at least get everyone else’s mind off of it as well for a little while.
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    Kenna Keyes
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    Things had remained fairly quiet between the group and guards, until one of the guards mentioned that they had arrived at a flight of stairs. Kenna sighed to herself, careful as to make sure she didn't get any unwanted attention from the guards. Walking through the corridors had been hard enough, so Kenna dreaded how she would fare going down stairs, blindfolded and handcuffed. The group were steadily lead down the stairs, which Kenna found to be a much easier task as the grunts and groans from those in front of her informed her when there was something in the way.

    As she walked behind the group, she heard one of the gurads begin to tease one of them for walking in to a wall "Ha! This is just too funny! There's a wall there kid...". These guards really enjoyed tormenting them. Though it was most likely part of their job to make life in the prison as worse as possible.

    “Walk a few more steps and then stop! And stay there until we say so!” One of the guards, who Kenna assumed to be the superior one as he had spoken most often, shouted at them. Kenna shuffled forwards a few more paces along with the rest of the group, only to be nudged forward a little bit. She and the rest of the group remained silent, waiting for the next instructions. She tried to listen in on what the guards were saying. Yet again, they seemed to be disagreeing on whatever was going to happen next. It didn't fill Kenna with a lot of hope that they were continually having disagreements on what to do. One of the guards shouted something about not moving, but before Kenna could ask him to repeat she heard a clicking noise. Before Kenna could question what was going on, the ground beneath her began to creak and slowly move downwards. Kenna looked to her sides, momentarily forgetting that she could not in fact see anything. For a brief moment, her breathing became rapid, as fear began to take ahold of her. Grow up Kenna, you aren't a little girl anmore! she thought to herself What would Henriq think if he could see you now? All he ever did for you would be for nothing...

    For what seemed like the longest time, the platform continued to move and then it jolted to a stop. This made Kenna a little calmer, but the fact that she could potentially die at any moment made her feel a little uneasy. When Kenna heard the old man tell the group to remove their blindfolds, she did not hesitate in doing so. She didn't care if the guards attacked her for doing so, she just wanted it off of her. Removing the cloth from around here eyes, Kenna carefully discarded it to the floor, allowing her eyes to adjust to their new surroundings. Kenna was not surprised to see that they were on an elevator of some kind, what she was surprised at, however was how far the seemed to have descended. Gone now were the walls of the prison cell she had recently woken up in and in its place a large, dome shaped cavern. There were a few rocks and other pieces of debris scattered about and rays of sunlight poured in through cracks and holes in the upper half of the cavern.

    Jumping from the platform, Kenna thankfully landed on her feet. The height between the floor and the elevated platform had not been that great so jumping hadn't proved to be much of a problem. Straightening up, Kenna raised her arms as best she could to stretch. As much as she wanted to rest, Kenna felt that would be a bad idea, especially when the old man began to explain that they were in a feeding pit.

    "Remain calm!" Kenna recognised the voice belonging to the monk. She rolled her eyes, wen she briefly caught him staring at red-headed woman's breats. Men... she thought to herself. "The Goddess Pacis is watching over us, and on my word as a White monk, I will protect you in her name! Perhaps this is an opportune time for this wizened elder to further explain?" Kenna would not class herself as a very religious person, that's not to say she believed in a god because she did. Kenna didn't mind who a person chose to believe in, so long as they didn't use their religion as an excuse to stir up trouble. Another one of the prisoners spoke up, asking what they all thought they should do now. Kenna wanted to respond to that, she really did. The only problem being she had no clue as to what they could even do. Walking away from him and the few other prisoners stood close to him, she walked to the center of the pit, before staring up to the ceiling. "Forseti give me strength." she whisprered, in a small prayer. Lowering her head, she caught sight of the cowardly prisoner from earlier and made her way over to him. Standing in front of him, her green eyes scanned his movements. She was curious as to why he was sat by himself, though when she saw his mouth move slightly she realised he was most likely praying. "Sorry to interrupt," she began with light hearted tone, kneeling beside him on the floor, "I just came over to see what you were doing, and to make sure you were alright from what happened before."
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    The woman continued spewing her venomous words. Her tactics were weak in Zerah's eyes. Her attempts to appear as tough were laughable. And that's just what Zerah did. He let out a gruff chuckle as he shook his head.

    "Foolish girl." He said as he walked away. She wasn't doing herself any favors by painting a target on her back. Zerah's attention was captured by the appearance of five wardens. He doubted that they were here to set them free. One of the prisoners questioned if it was their time. Zerah assumed that he was grouped in with "their". One of the wardens avoided the question, but his response lacked conviction. He was simply a pawn being manipulated by powers that he couldn't possibly comprehend.

    "Just a bunch of sheep." Zerah grumbled. The wardens entered the cell. In their hands was a rough stretch of cloth, just enough to blindfold the prisoners. Many of them protested, but not Zerah. He knew that this was just a snag in the road, for he was intent on getting out of here. His fury was brewing inside of him, but he was in control of it. One day, he would bury his mace into Diaz's skull and avenge his father and city. Zerah allowed himself to be blindfolded, but his fierce eyes stared directly into the warden's. This warden was visibly shaken, so he instead covered Zerah's eyes from behind.

    The group was marched out of the cell in a single file line. They relied only on the warden's voice to guide them. Some of the prisoners were having a difficult time walking without doing various things to raise the warden's ire. They came upon a descending set of stairs. Zerah walked down them behind the other prisoners. One of the prisoners bumped into a wall and went into a panic, prompting the wardens to calm him before heading off to discuss amongst themselves. Soon enough, the floor below them began to rumble and descend. Once the movement stopped the old man instructed them all to remove the blindfolds. Zerah removed the blindfold to find that the guards were gone. They were now in a cave of sort, but the old man believed it to be the feeding pit. Feeding pit? This is how they treat their prisoners?! Zerah was growing more furious. A king that endorses this kind of punishment is nothing more than a tantrum-throwing toddler with a title! Afraid that he's too weak to hold on top his power without using force. Well, weak he is, and soon, he will fall because of this paranoia.

    Despite the fact that the young boy that Zerah helped earlier just asked the same question, in a much more polite way, the white haired man felt it necessary to do so again. The white-haired menace walked over to the old man and asked him what was down here, aggressively grabing him by the collar. Does everyone here bear an attitude large than all of Slaos. The man was obviously going to comply. The prisoner that seemed to be the one panicking earlier turned and asked the group what they should do. He had the nerve to chuckle. What a daft man.

    "We try to escape." Zerah said matter-of-factly. He found a particularly large rock and banged his cuffed wrist against it in an attempt to break its hold. He wanted to at least have access to magic if he didn't have his weapons. The cuffs weren't giving, but he persisted.

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