The City: One Year Later (Dark Fantasy Epic) (Open, Started) (Interest thread for applications!)

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[HEADING=2]Original Thread: http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.258492-The-City-RP-Fantasy-Open-Started-PM-me-your-Character-Sheets[/HEADING]

[HEADING=1]Story (Original)[/HEADING]

A large city that engulfs a continent is at constant unrest. Wars between factions are common and due to its size, some don?t even know the wars happen. The City is separated into many districts, but there is one specific district that is above all the rest. Upper District. It is where all of the rich live, Mages also live there and attends a large magic academy. To the rest of the city, Upper District is the definition of corruption. They don?t care about the rest and lots of time abuses the other districts resources, and sometimes abandon them into conflict.

Factions have tried to rebel, but no one can against mages. Mages are an minority of the billions but are the strongest. To find a mage not in upper district is a rarity, but they do exist. In counter to this, there exists, Mage Hunters, their goal simple, capture mages outside upper and bring them to work in a district known as. Eren Douab, in an ancient language meaning, Death?s Home.

In this world, death is common and nowhere is at true peace.

[HEADING=1]One Year Later Story[/HEADING]

The world outside has changed, Upper District unleashed a Huge Operation. In secret, they had been training thousands of mages and soldiers to go out and conquer all of Middle to make it a super-power among the three districts. Middle District was the first to fall, being so close it was expected.

Though major factions wouldn't just let this, pass, Steel Hearts began to gather even more people and even some powerful mage's but even then the frontline seems to be pushing back and back each day. Outmatched, they don't know how much longer they can last before they fall. Attempts to get North to help have been meet with mixed results, as they don't know if they wish to get involved with Upper's affairs or end up causing a major war.

There was no attempt to get the South to help as during the year, had gotten into more trouble. The Unity League had been hit hard by a new faction only known as: Snake's Fang, and have done some devastating blows to South's little stability they had left. Now it has gotten into its own little war which has the chance of spreading into Middle.

Upper District, while not killing innocents who don't resist, have put new laws into effect and disbanded any local governments and now fully control everything that district does. Hell has risen. More and More rise up, but none know if it will be enough to bring down the Nobles. With power-unmatched, and boxed in, with no help from anywhere else. This could be the start of The Third City War...

[HEADING=1]The Story So Far - One Year Later -[/HEADING]
PPL who took part in original will have their "Story So Far" here.

Lorel once the son of the great Ion family, was banished after his family betrayed the Nobles, and were slaughtered. Outside in the dark world of the City, away of his home, he has realized the horrors of Upper District?s control over the Middle Section of the City. On his way, he was saved by a man named Velen whose family was close to his, as part of Lorel?s parent?s wish, he is to protect Lorel. Though there was little time to connect, as the district Te?nin was under attack by plants that were mutated by ?Magic Constrain.? Itsuka, or Red Itsuka due to her strange magic ability, that sucks life out of anything, accidently caused the mutation.

After the destruction of the main plant, Itsuka was freed from its grasps, and decided to join Lorel and Velen. After hearing of trouble in Amphira between two factions, Lorel decided it would be best to go to Amphira to help out. In the port of Gallu, he meets Marco, and Asael who also decided to tag along due to their own plans. Once in Amphira they formed a plan and successfully stopped the conflict, but in the end were attacked by Mage Hunters and dragged off to Eren Douab, the Mage Hunter?s prison?

Damien was born in the Upper district, and since birth he was always rich. He showed serious potential for magic when he was young, but he was never like the others. Damien always showed his true magical prowess when he used magic with a weapon. Damien's family was always very powerful, and he grew up around mages who he now calls colleagues. Damien was sent to the mages headquarters when he was very young, and he began harnessing his powers immediately.
By the time Damien was twenty, he had learned to control his powers almost completely, and began dabbling in forbidden arts. He didn't dabble there very long however, he instead took up the post as Head-Magical enforcer, part of a team of mages who went into the other districts and made sure that people were able to survive. That team was quickly disbanded, but Damien continues to go into the other districts despite his superiors reprimanding him for it.

Damien 'defeated' his enemy known as Kid, but he lost his memory and much of his magical prowess in the process. Damien woke up in Amphira and joined Lorel and the others. He was then captured and taken to Eren Douab.

The Professional had died that fateful night, where the life that he knew was shattered before his very eyes, leaving but a shell of a man behind, the otherwise hollow figure filled with an unquenchable thirst for revenge. His rage was directed not specifically against those that ruined him, but towards whole city, if only for taking away his life's work so easily. Warees had been declared dead by the state and, while no one collected the enormous bounty on his head, he knew that somewhere, a banquet of sorts was being thrown in celebration of his passing, the man himself forced to rebuild his reputation himself from within the shadows of obscurity he had been cast back in to. It was from that night forward, he swore to reconstruct all he had lost and to claim the lives all he sought fit to bring to an abrupt end, his existence lacking a purpose other than destroying those that took his former life.

He would spend the majority of the following year, aside from a few instances of spree killings for the thrill of it, training himself in the more refined arts of combat, becoming an adept duelist, sword fighter and proficient with most if not all weaponry, as well as physically preparing his body for the future to come by putting constant stress upon it and studying the teachings of many generals and captains after manging to steal few books of a merchant (and, of course, by having someone read them to him). It was only a matter of time before he was an even more lethal fighter than before and, combined with his wit and athletic ability, found himself ready to act upon his intentions.

The populace, aside from a small handful who have seen him for themselves, still assumes that he is indeed dead, but he intends to change all that. The favors owed to him have all been called in, a new ship and crew has been found and, with that, a new chapter of his life starts.

Other's coming soon!

[HEADING=1]Info[/HEADING]

This RP is non-linear, and you can start out anywhere you wish to. The City, is large and diverse, holding home to many different cultures, so get creative!

You can create your own faction, or join a predesigned one. If you create a faction, other players can join it, but only the one who create it can control its leader (unless your character is the leader.) or if that player allows the other player to do so.

This RP will have limited slots, and some things like Mages will be limited, as well as the number of factions that can be created. As we can't have everyone be in their own. Though this isn't final.

[HEADING=1]Other Info on the City[/HEADING]

[HEADING=2]The Usergroup has also MUCH MORE INFORMATION! - HEAVILY RECOMENDED![/HEADING]

Due to an ancient war with Mages, the world was ravaged and made un-habitable, except for one continent. This is where one city, that was normally small, got bigger and bigger until eventually it engulfed the continent. The survivors of the war weren?t small and they all needed somewhere to live. From this fast expansion, many parts of the city are slums and in ruins over many years. Sewers below couldn?t reach every place and so many are without clean water. Factions fight over the last remaining natural water and food sources.

The style of the city is medieval but due to the many cultures, it has many different styles. Cultures have clashed in fights and some have completely been wiped out. Outside the city, there is nothing but vast oceans, all around the city is a large stone wall with slowly by the years is falling into ruins, though even with the wall gone; there will be no invaders and nowhere to go.

Since the creation of the City, over three thousand years ago, no one remembers the name of what it was originally called. It had been lost to time and history, with no records because of the war. So everyone simply calls it ?The City.?

Districts vary, and range from living quarters to mining facilities. Since the City engulfs a continent, it surrounds mountains and so some Districts have been built on the side of them and trade the mining resources to other districts. Some are better off than others, some are able to self-produce its resources and live thriving lives, while others are in ruins.

There are three types of Districts, Upper Class, Middle Class, and Lower Class. Though the differences between middle and lower are minimal at best, and Upper Class is above the rest by miles. Upper Class districts usually receive help from Upper District, though there are some rare cases. Middle and Lower classes are usually in conflict or just barely surviving the harsh winters. Separating each district is stone walls and water trenches. Though the water trenches are filthy and green because of the contamination, except for in Upper Class Districts were the water is purified, because it?s not in middle and lower classes, many get sick and fall dead.

Trading between Districts is fairly common, as the need for resources is so strong. Carriages will carry the trades between Districts and even a corporation was formed to take care of this that will do formal trades and gets paid in the process. Many work for it and strive to get a better life.

Over Three thousand years, Factions have rose and fallen, each with many deaths. Many find it hard to keep stable, as with many different people, ideas conflict and change. Though not all factions fight or act upon the same idea. Some Factions are assassins who just get hired to do deeds, others are rebel factions to fight against the Upper District, and some are bandits, workers and cults.
They vary in sizes as well, some Factions rule over many districts but some doesn?t rule over any.

This Faction wishes to overthrow the Upper District and attempt at a real government where they could bring the city back onto its tracks. It once started out as a small group, eventually expanded to encompass many distracts. They are at a constant fight with mages, and due to this fight, make it hard to enter or leave Upper District. Though the attempt to completely seclude them from the outside world has never succeeded as they always find other ways.

Due to their goal, their appeal is massive and constantly many young men and women join every day to bring down Upper District. This has given rise to many resources given to them from various districts and so they are never low but never have as much as Upper, due to the mass amount of districts that benefit from it.

Their leader is the admiral able man, Kron Heart, with the help of his friend Yama Steel; they were able to create the faction. Taking both of their last names to create the name.

Official symbol: A steel heart, which is placed over all of their clothes, right on the heart.

Main District: He?val, a large district that mainly manufactures many materials. It is located on the side of a mountain, far away from Upper District.

Created as a way to make money, this faction, works for all and will kill anyone. Their existence and history is shrouded in mystery, were their main district is located and who is in the faction. To contact them, you must go to one of the various pubs in districts and leave a note with a red stain on it to get one of the members to come. All factions hire them, but there are targets that they can?t get.

Steel Heart has asked them to assassinate official members in Upper District but the mages always thwart their plans, even when some of the assassins are mages themselves.

Official symbol: A red stain, but it?s not worn on armor to keep identity secret.

Mainly consisting of the Rich and Mages, they?re the main target of many rebel factions. It was founded when the city was, and its founders being people who lived in the City before its expansion. They had been powerful mages who helped expand the city but then abandoned most of it when it needed to take care of itself. Over the years this has been somewhat kept and to this day, only help other districts if they get something more useful out of it.
Corrupted and dangerous as they maybe, they protect all in Upper District and allow them to live peaceful lives. Its current leader is Amelia Foel, the most powerful mage in the entire City.

Official symbol: A golden shield with a blue flame in the middle.

Main District: Upper District, the largest district, encompassing whole forests and its own towns.

The Eight Nobles
A sub faction in Upper District, it consists of the strongest and wealthiest families of all. They control much of Upper District and produce some of the strongest mages. Over the three thousand years since the Cities creation, families have rose and fallen. The family known as Foel, their head of family, Amelia is the head of Upper District.

A cult that believes in the ancient fallen goddess, Osaia, who was banished to the world because she tried to take control of the heavens. They see Osaia as the symbol of unity and free will and praise him. Though a simple religion that turned cult when their deeds began to become vicious and sick. Attacking any other faction or even Districts in the name of ?Free Will? they?re massive and considered a threat to all in the City.

Many try to avoid it but then become dragged in somehow and end up joining or being killed. Their current leader, Rohel Mare, leads them into terrorist attacks to gain publicity and rule. They have taken over districts in the name of their fallen goddess.

Official Symbol: White Wings with broken chains.

Main District: Emerald, a small district that in the center, lays a castle and an underground network of caves.

Created in anger against Mages for them for making how the world is. They fight to destroy all mages and or put them under their control, and each carry around an amulet that lets them detect magic, if it was once used in a spot or if there is a nearby large source of energy. Like Steel Heart, their goal is popular and so they get much support and are allowed a lot of freedom moving from one district to the next.

Their leader is Revin Marks, descendent of an Anti-Magic family who once ruled over the ancient nation of Amelelica.

Official Symbol: A blue flame crossed out in red.

Main District: Ferela, second largest district to Upper, it is the home of Eren Douab.

Any other factions will be added here. Also Note that these are major players and not all of the factions.

[HEADING=1]Map[/HEADING]
http://www.picfront.org/d/82yQ

(Outdated but will be updated as soon as I get time - Or looking for Mapper with photoshop!)

-Blue = Upper Class District
-Green = Middle Class District
-Yellow = Lower Class District
-Red = A location, look for the nearest name
-White = Parts of the city that are unknown to us
-Black = The walls surrounding The City or beaches, depending on the location
-Brown = Mountains
-Dark Blue = Oceans
-D.## = District ##

[HEADING=1]Limitations[/HEADING]

- Not everyone can be a Mage. Some people will have to be normal human beings.
- Only race is Humans. (There is one more, but they aren't a choice.)
- No unlimited funds and food. The city is in war because of food and so, many districts don't have much. This will become a problem for most characters. As for money, it is also scarce, unless you work for a place, you won't have much. Though even then you won't have unlimited amount.
- When creating a faction, and somewhat of a culture if your character is part of their own special one, you must specificaly tell us all of their details and me and possibly a Co-GM will evaluate them.
- No Killing others.
- No god mode.
- Basic RP Rules
- Non-linear, so your character can technically do their own thing but I will do events that might or might not bring characters together.

[HEADING=1]Character Sheet - Go to interest thread! Since the RP has begun![/HEADING]

If you plan on joining make sure to read my first post to see how the world is currently(in the One-Year-Later Thread) and (optional) the whole original topic to get acquantied with how things work and the universe.

Join Skype so we can chat! korten12

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.288249-The-City-One-Year-Later-Intrest-Thread-Dark-Fantasy-Epic-Open-Started


[HEADING=1]OOC Group - Also where character list are.[/HEADING]

http://www.escapistmagazine.com/groups/view/The-City-RP


 

Korten12

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The world outside has changed, a month after Lorel?s, Velen, Itsuka, Asael, Marco, Damien, and Kain?s throw into Eren Douab, Upper District unleashed a Huge Operation. In secret, they had been training thousands of mages and soldiers to go out and conquer all of Middle to make it a super-power among the three districts. Middle District was the first to fall, being so close it was expected.

Though major factions wouldn?t just let this, pass, Steel Hearts began to gather even more people and even some powerful mage?s but even then the frontline seems to be pushing back and back each day. Outmatched, they don?t know how much longer they can last before they fall. Attempts to get North to help have been meet with mixed results, as they don?t know if they wish to get involved with Upper?s affairs or end up causing a major war.

There was no attempt to get the South to help as during the year, had gotten into more trouble. The Unity League had been hit hard by a new faction only known as: Snake?s Fang, and have done some devastating blows to South?s little stability they had left. Now it has gotten into its own little war which has the chance of spreading into Middle.

Upper District, while not killing innocents who don?t resist, have put new laws into effect and disbanded any local governments and now fully control everything that district does. Hell has risen. More and More rise up, but none know if it will be enough to bring down the Nobles. With power-unmatched, and boxed in, with no help from anywhere else. This could be the start of The Third City War?

Lorel---

Shit.

Was the first thing Lorel thought when he awoke. Not because he was in Eren Douab, though that is part of it, not because of the harsh-work for over a year. No, it was because he missed the Upper District Magic Academy Tournament he was told of. He was going to attend and try to beat Amelia. Now that was out of the window, now his main goal is to get out of Eren Douab.

Over the year, his hair has changed to being short, to unkempt, long, and oily due to lack of a good shower. On the plus side, he has gotten much stronger due to the labor, but that doesn?t out way the cons of being in prison. Now he was sick of it, his body ached to let out Magic, but he couldn?t. The Mage Hunters developed chains that when attached, don?t allow magic to leave the person.

If he was ever to use magic again, he will need to go back to some of the basics to get used to it again. When a mage doesn?t use magic at least a bit for a year, it can have dire effects on their performance. If they can?t use magic for a certain amount of years due to restrain, they can die from Magic Sickness.

Getting up, he looked at himself with his rags given to him. His good clothes, were locked away with the rest of their stuff inside a large Armory off of the Eren Douab working tower, which is where has been located for the past year.

?Prisoner 4,231,? spoke a man outside his cell. They had gotten so lazy that they don?t call him by his full number, just the last four digits. The man wore medium armor and a helmet. Which in the burning heat of the working tower must make him a sweating machine. ?Get up!? yelled the man as he opened the gate.

Slowly Lorel walked out, his head down. Outside the man pushed him to go faster, so he did. They began to go up many stairs to a high point in the tower. Where weapons were being made. Normally one would think to steal them and use them against the Mage Hunters, but with the ungodly amount of guards around everyone, and with the restraints. It was impossible to fight back.

Once he arrived at his station he began to work, smelting weapons, and such. He had gotten good at the point where he was sickened with himself that he almost enjoyed crafting weapons.

?I will not work!? Lorel heard a man a bit away say standing up. The two guards around him looked at each other and then back at the man.

?You will or you will die.? Spoke the left guard.

?No!? the man spoke proudly.

Without hesitation, without another warning, the right guard pulled out his small sword, and sliced the man?s head clean off. ?Stupid mage scum.?

This situation Lorel had seen a hundred times in Eren Douab, all with the same results. ?How will I get out of here?? Whispered Lorel.
 

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After the Upper began expanding, Lazlo finally decided to commit to the resistance. He had always know of the injustice, but this had gone too far, and Lazlo had to give up his neutrality and join one side or the other. He began working in espionage for a small resistance group. The group was committed to breaking imprisoned mages free.

Lazlo himself has also focused on resonance suppression and intense physical training, toughening himself up and becoming a more potent fighter. His focus on resonance suppression, or the art of masking ones magical energy (or any ability like it), is so that his infiltration can go much more smoothly, and his physical training is to make him a more potent fighter who doesnt have to always rely on psion energy which forces him to risk blowing his cover.

He is also studying several upper class soldiers within a range of ranks. Trying to familiarize himself with them, their attitudes, mannerisms etc as much as possible to make impersonation easier.

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6248. CD
July 4th, around sundown.
Nafria District.
Mage "reclamation" building.
The purpose of these buildings: Correctional facilities for mages who are not directly serving the upper class.


Lazlo peered around the corner, looking towards the gas street lamps at the entrance of the building. Two guards stood out in the rain, talking casually.

Retreating back behind the building, Lazlo looked over the papers one last time. Everything checked out, and certainly looked real enough. He took a deep breath and exhaled. His face began to change. "Captain Vincen" he said, his tone becoming very serious and formal.
"Im here..." he adjusted his voice and tried again. "Im here... per relocation orders."
Soon he looked like a tall dark, strong jawed man, with short, military cut hair.

"Here goes nothing." He murmered and threw his cloak hood up on his head. Walking out towards the entrance of the large four story building, he saw the two guards quickly scramble back into their positions. These two wouldnt be a problem, he thought with a grin.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING? YOU THINK I DIDNT SEE THAT?" He barked in a stern military voice.
"No Sir!" one of the guard replied.
"Well maybe thats the reason the powers that be sent me here, because it is abundantly clear to me that the current crop just doesnt cut it!"
Lazlo was grinning on the inside, he was already in their heads and they didnt even expect a Captain Vincen to show up. His character was already writing itself in their eyes. He forced the forged paperwork into the other guards hands Every time he spoke it, the words were rapid fire and concise.
"I am here because the higher ups are not pleased with this new project and it is my job to give them a reason to believe that this reclamation project is not only going to work, but will also be worth the good time and energy that hard working people like myself are putting into it because your sorry asses cant keep up. AM I CLEAR?"
The guard nodded as his companion looked over the papers.
"I am here to make damn sure you people understand that these mages are NOT PEOPLE! They ARE WEAPONS! And a weapon you cant control is like food you cant eat!"

The guards let him in promptly, where he proceeded to give the resident C.O. the same speech.
"The mages are weapons. And if we can control them... " He paused and let the C.O. answer.
"we can win over the whole continent?"
"Bright boy.." Lazlo said, he sat himself down on the edge of the table. "The trick is making the weapon want to work for you instinctively. Its just like breaking a horse. Tell me, Captain Nuerse, have you ever broken a horse?"
The Captain blinked. "No I havent."
"Well you should know that the first thing you must do, is establish authority. Show it who is boss. Make it realize YOU are its source of food, YOU are its source of water, YOU are its only hope of being able to roam free at pasture again." Lazlo ran a hand across the table.
"I want to see my stock."
The captain was confused.
"Stock?"
"Yes my investment..."
still nothing.
"My horses! My whole reason for being here! And now!"
"Oh, well..." the man hesitated. "Of course then."

A short while later they came to the cells.
"We currently only have ten prisoners here right now, command will give us more when they feel confident we can handle more." The C.O. said. Lazlo could tell he was on edge. His whole lively hood depended on his success. Lazlo patted him on the should.
"Dont you worry, when we are through, the mages will be begging us for orders." A wiry grin came to his face.
"Take that one out," He pointed to the end most cell. "Let me see him up close, and then leave us be."
"Sir?"
"Did I fucking studder?"
"No sir."

The guards hurriedly followed orders and exited. Lazlo stood alone with the single mage.
"Are you powerful?"
"Why do you care?" The young man replied, not looking his interrogator in the eye.
"because I need to know if our powers combined can blow a hole in that wall."
The mage suddenly wore a look of confusion. "What?"
"Im gonna bar the door, then Im gonna get those shackles off you, Im willing to bet your powers have felt pretty coped up since you have been here."
The other prisoners suddenly clamored to get to the edge of their cells, now fixated on potential salvation. Most of them were younger and their powers were nowhere near as developed.
"I bet you would love to just let those powers run free."
The mage only grinned. "Aye sir.."
"Now the minute they are off, you cant just run off, we need to start freeing all of you. This is why I took you out first, I need a potent fire mage to cut through bars and chains and shackles alike."
The prisoner grinned.
Lazlo took out a rope and tied it to the window. Then he went and barred the door with a heavy metal bar. He walked up to the prisoner and clasped his hands on the shackles.
"Sorry if this hurts a bit." He said.
"Just do it." The mage was determined.
Suddenly Lazlo condensed as much psi-sonic energy as he could on the pins of the magic blocking shackles. They burst.

Meanwhile, two mages a few blocks down suddenly detected a magical impulse and began to run towards it.

Lazlo and the mage freed the other prisoners. Then the two, along with an earthen mage of stronger potential than most of the others summoned a mass of energy and sent it towards the wall, blowing a large hole in it. The building was suddenly full of activity. The fire and earth mage who helped Lazlo were the first to descend from the upper floor. They immediately dispatched of guards in the close perimeter and began to shuttle the younger away from the building.

Lazlo was the last out. Just as he was about to make his way down the street and disappear into the obscurity of the immense city, when two figures approached in dark hooded robes. They cast off the hood to reveal two solemn faces, eyes glassy white with pale pupils. They both breathed heavily, as if it were a chore. They had a dead look on their faces. Around their necks were collars made of similar construction as the magic blocking shackles.
"So that is what they have been working on doing..."
One of the mages shot a solid ball of ice at Lazlo.He ducked the shot, just in time to see the other emit a raging fire cataclysm his way. Lazlo attempted to throw up and shield of psionic energy to disperse the heat. The fire was split two ways, but out of the flames, the ice mage rushed him, a sword of razor sharp ice in each hand. It was a bull rush, and the mage put his shoulder into Lazlos gut, knocking him down. The mage followed with a slash to the shoulder, it cut into Lazlo, but he countered with a rush of psionic energy straight up into the mages face. The foe flew backwards. Its neck snapped from the proximity of the blast and the sheer force of it from up close.

Lazlo stood up, just as he did, he jumped and a fireball hit the ground below him. The mage was suddenly upon him, using the chaos of the fight as a distraction to move in close.
His fists were covered in flames and he swung a hard left at Lazlo. It struck his stomach and knocked him back. Lazlo looked up into the mans eyes. Something inside the man was dead....
 

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Slowly following Kain and Marco's capture and imprisonment, the two changed immensely. Instinctively the two staged various attempts to escape but all attempts failed and met with punishment. Eventually Marco's will faded and he became reduced to an old man working like a zombie. He hardly speaks and his eyes are red due to lack of sleep. Kain on the other hand has become more willful and still attempts to rebel against the guards of Eren Douab. Punishments for him are daily even when he's working and not doing anything.
In the Upper District Nier enjoyed the luxuries and the Upper Districts increased control of the city. Information being his specialty for Amelia he withheld the information regarding the group being taken to Eren Douab. His plans regarding Kain were not over yet.
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(Kain, Eren Douab)

It was that time again. It had come in so regular intervals that Kain learned how to deaden the pain on his back. It happened so often that other prisoners were no longer shocked to see Kain Whitestroke, Prisoner 234,235 though refered as 4,235 by some guards, being whipped as he hammered iron in the smithy. "This isn't enough," The Overwatch said as he whipped Kain, "Grab me the hammer." Before he could react Kain was struck on his back with a hammer. He fell to the ground and the hot iron he was striking fell on his exposed back. The pain seared through his back and his back burned until the skin turned white. His screams echoed through out the block as even the other prisoners stopped work to observe the beating the guards were delivering. Even as Kain scream with pain the guards squatted over and punched him in the face continuously.

Blood poured down his face and joined with the dried blood matted on his beard; evidence of the other beatings Kain suffered. The guards grabbed Kain's hammer and threw it down on him, "Back to work 4,235!" Kain took a moment to deaden the pain and stumbled around on his feet before finally standing upright. He took up his hammer and continued working on the weapons he was told to make. Though one might think to smuggle the weapons and use them against the guards that was already tried shortly after Kain arrive. It did not end very well. Kain looked around and tried to find Lorel but couldn't find him in the crowd of people working.

After a few minutes the guards grabbed Kain by the shoulders and brought him down further in the prison. Every so often the guards would grab prisoners and order them to fight in a cage pit hand to hand. The area wasn't to far from the furnace areas so the room was always sweltering hot. "We've got guys betting on you big time 4,325! Do good and we beat you just a little bit less! Now get in there!" The guards threw Kain into the pit and along with his opponent. Kain immediately jumped on the opposing prisoner and pummeled his opponent. The prisoner grabbed a pipe and swung upwards at Kain to knock him off. Kain rolled sideways and stood up and blocked another pipe swing. Another swing came at his side, he grabbed the pipe and headbutted the fighter. The pipe fell down and Kain threw a hook in follow up. He jabbed and threw an long uppercut. The prisoner fell down and slipped on the rough wet floor to get up. Kain quickly grabbed the pipe and hit his opponent on the back of the head. The prisoner fell and the guards screamed in delight and exchanged kiel behind the cages.

The guards came in and pulled Kain and the opponent out of the pit. "Back to work now 4,235!" On his way back to his station he caught a glimpse of Marco working. He looked like a zombie sluggishly working his shifts. Prisoners around him learned not to talk to him and guards stopped pressing him for a reaction due to lack of pleasure. Just as he got to his station he got a glimpse of Lorel but the guards whipped him for his moments hesitation. Kain grabbed his hammer and continued to work.
 

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Lorel---

After a while of work, they decided to move Lorel to another job. This time they began to go down. The heat was even worse down below then it was above. As they walked the air began to get stuffy and the whole area was overlay with smoke. At the bottom is where prisoners go to mine, the reason it being hotter is the amount of machines and engines to power Eren Douab were located there.

They threw him into the mine, and then stood there as Lorel grabbed a pick-axe and began to go at it.

?Lorel, good to see you?? a voice on his left spoke softly and quiet. Looking over it was Itsuka, her young looks gone, replaced by a tired look. Even her glowing green eyes seemed dimmer.

?Itsuka, how have you?ve been? Seen Velen around?? inquired Lorel, he made sure to not look like they were talking.

?I don?t know, I haven?t seen him around for days. I fear the worse has happened??

?Don?t think that! He probably is just around??

Velen---

A guard opened a small hatch. ?Wake up Prisoner 4,232!? In a small in closed cell with no light, sat Velen. His body degraded, his mind in constant wander. To cope with the torture he had been placed in, he had begun to make his own little world.

?I said get up!? The guard yelled, fully opening the door. Light busted in and he scurried into the corner.

?What- what is it Admiral Gonvin, I?ve been good?? Velen spoke faintly.

?Admiral Gonvin? You?re truly losing your mind. Oh well. Now get on with you. Get out- your time in the hold is done. Back to regular duties.? The guard walked in and began to drag him out.

?But Admiral I have done nothing wrong-!?

The guard began to play along. ?Oh- you have! I remember what you did in that hold. Scheming I saw.?

Velen looked up at the man. ?No, no scheming! I swear!?

?Nope, I know what I saw.?

Above they arrived at a furnace room to smelt ores they got from the mine. ?Work!? He said throwing him in.

The once, wise and great man, Velen had been reduced to nothing. No matter how strong he was, Eren Douab was stronger.
 

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(Kain, Eren Douab)

After noticing how relaxed Kain was at his station, the guards decided to move him down below to mine. He noticed Lorel and Itsuka and hoped the guards would throw him that area. Instead the guards placed him near a minecart and they barked orders at him, "Prisoner 4,235 your job will be pushing this cart and collecting every single bit of ore the miners find. No wait scratch that. You'll be taking every single ore, stone, whatever if they mine it you collect it." For once the guards weren't following him close behind so the beatings had ceased for now.

It was tortuous work lifting each of the piles of stone and dropping them in the cart. Eventually he stopped at where Lorel and Itsuka worked and as he picked up what he mined he muttered, "Lorel and Itsuka it's been awhile, how have you been?"

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(Marco, Eren Douab)

Marco dully crafted weapons and took no head of anyone around him. The new arrivals were working and looked like they were experienced mages before their imprisonment. They caught a glance of him and one stopped his work to approach him despite the guards ordering him back to work. The mage for some reason seemed worked up with rage, "You! I know who you are! Marco Peloski! Remember me? 30 years ago I watched as my parents were butchered by you! I'm surprised to see a Mage Hunter imprisoned by his own kin. Even a monster like you pissed off the others enough to imprison you in Eren Douab!" The prisoner bellowed at him with an old ancient fury. Marco's for a moment returned to reality and remembered the family and his history before Aurora. "Yes," he muttered, "I was a hunter as well. I killed mages and for a while enjoyed it. I-I-I realized what I'd done after I killed your parents Edgar Williams. Yes I remember your name Edgar I never forgot. Seeing you cry made me see what I'd done, I've done many things that I regret but that was the worst. I started another group to fix what I had done; a chance for me to fix this city but I fucked that up as well." Edgar's hands still shaked and even though there was no way to calm him down Marco continued, "Now I find myself here and for once I welcome death and if you can give it I would be grateful. Go ahead Edgar; I deserve it."

Edgar obliged and grabbed a sword Marco made and held his hand up to swing. Quickly the guards stopped him and decapitated Edgar. Marco sighed at his missed chance at death and continued to work despite the commotion around him. The wise broker Marco once was, that side was gone. In Marco's eyes was lifelessness. He felt failure and the guards left him to work as the mage's body was disposed of.
 

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The dark meetinghall was small, too small in fact for the long table that sat in the middle of it. It was so cramped in the small space that the eight chairs along the sides of the table couldn't be slid back more than a foot or two, making it hard for their owners to take a seat. But they managed, afterall, a table pressing into your belly was the least of any of the Green Bands worries now, not with armored, Upper district boots marching the streets of districts that had once been free, executing any who dared oppose them, not with the danger of spies infiltrating their ring and stopping them before they made a real difference, not with the crushing thought that one of their number was in Upper hands.

That was the subject of todays meeting however, as the Green band never left a man behind, especially when he'd been one of the founders. The mans name had been Curtis and he had been there that fateful night in the Old tower, when the curse of dishonor had been lifted from Acelle and when she saw, for the first time, that there was hope and that other people cared.

He'd been taken three weeks ago, the old fool had been bragging to some wench in a local bar how it had been him who had pinned that mage pup to the stake and roasted him alive, when some off duty Upper thugs caught his rant and dragged him off, to where? The Green Band did not know, but they sure as hellfire were going to find out, as it was not only Curtis' life at steak, it was the future of the resistance, because no matter how tough Curtis was, the people holding him were cruel and very learned in the art of making one not just talk, but scream.

The Assassin was sat in her chair at the head of the table, her elbows both on its hard wood surface, her left hand supporting her head and her right hand taping its fingers rythmically against teh old wood. A few others sat with her, three of them full-fledged Green band members that had joined in the past year and a representative from the Mage Hunters.

"We shan't wait for the others, this business is too important to wait. Korad, what have you found out from the prisoner?" asked Acelle to a man on her right. Korad was a man that Acelle had grown to trust like family over the past few months, as he was not only one that resented the Upper district, but he had proven himself capable in many capacities, be it leadership, combat, or interrogation.

"Nothin' m'am, he knows bout as much as we do. The only man that knows for certain where Curtis is kept is Fischer" replied the large bald man, his tone indicating that he felt he had failed somehow.

Upon mention of the Commandants name, a couple of the other people at the table began to shake their heads and Acelle could see lines of worry appearing on their faces, lines of worry that had no doubt begun to appear on Acelle's face.

It would be very difficult to get to Commandant Fischer and even harder to make him crack. The man had come to the market three months ago, just after the burning, tasked with finding the Green band and 'bringing them to justice', though to Acelle at least, the hundreds arrested, tortured and hanged did not sound like justice, more like a crime in itself that needed to be stopped.

"Very well, lets go over our options"

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"Commandant Fischer! You w-wanted me to inform you when it was three... S-so you could interrogate prisoner Curtis" said the solider that stood in the Commandants doorway sheepishly, the man clearly nervous in his presence, as he wrung his hands when he spoke.

"Good" growled Fischer as he stood from his desk, the floorboards creaking under his weight. The Commandant was a large man, though not in anyway that would help a solider. His stomach protruded a good foot ahead of the rest of him and he was cushioned by a sizable layer of fat. However, inside his large body, lurked the mind and soul of an efficient, devious plotter, the kind that doesn't care what atrocities it had to commit, as long as he slept soundly the night after, the job completed.

A few minutes and many slow, trudging steps later, the Commandant stood, towering above a man that looked like a thin wraith by comparison. The Commandant let out a low chuckle, it was truly amazing how small a person could get after three weeks of starvation, beatings and sleep deprivation.

"Good morning Curtis. Or is it afternoon? We forget dont we?" teased the large man, as he grabbed Curtis' face with a large paw and jerked it upwards so that the Commandant stared directly into the mans eyes.

"Shall we try again? Where can we find your friends, I want to have a word with them" wheezed the large man, a sadistic smile on his face.

"Fuck yourself Fischer" spat Curtis weakly, his body shaking from the effort of moving his mouth to talk.

Fischer smiled a cruel smile, as he let Curtis' head drop to his chest and took a step back, taking off his gloves and cracking his knuckles.

"Well then, lets begin"

Yay, I'm really getting into this now and I've gotten plenty of inspiration from the Witcher 2 :D As I said in the group, anyone that doesn't have a faction or storyline etc, feel free to attend the meeting with Acelle, or if you are feeling antagonistic, I'm willing to pass control of Fischer onto a capable foe :D
 

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Lorel---

?Tired, and dying to get out of here,? Lorel spoke to Kain. ?We?re going to die in here and we don?t even know what?s going on outside, for all we know, Upper could have made things even worse.?

Lorel looked at the guard. ?Think we can take em??

?No, don?t even try!? Spoke Itsuka. ?We could accidently make things even worse! We can barely move in these chains and can?t even use magic. They got the advantage, we got no chance.?

?Way to be optimistic.?

?Well it?s kind of hard to be optimistic in the situation we?re in.?

Velen---

Velen continued to work, his mind further going into his false reality. ?Why would Admiral Gonvin do this to me??

Another guy came up to Velen, it was the same man they saw when they first arrived. ?Velen? You?re leaving.?

?What ? oh, it?s you. General Hockrino.?

?General Hockrino? Never mind. Velen, by degree of our High Council, we are letting you leave Eren Doaub.?

Velen?s eyes widened, and he began to regain sanity. ?What? Why??

?Some of your ?old? friends, know some of our High Council members and got you out. I don?t have any other info besides that.?

Old friends..?

?So follow me, I will get your stuff and you will be leaving. Though we will miss you.? He added the last part sarcastically.

Jinso---

A tall skinny man walked into the dark meeting hall to see the other Green Band members. ?Sorry for being late, I had some complications with some Upper members. Needles to say they have been dealt with.?

Sitting down and making himself comfortable, he looked over everyone. ?So how has the discussion progressed??
 

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Kain looked at his chains. Though they were less restrictive then the mages' chains it still was no use to try and fight with them. Kain pondered for a moment, "Maybe," He whispered as he glanced around, "We could incite a riot and find a way to get the chains off there has to be a way to do this!" He said this sentence a little too loud and was heard by a guard, "4,235 get your ass up! " One yelled as a whip came on his back, "Damn I'm coming, I'm coming!" He said heaving himself of the ground with the material in hand and walked back to the minecart but after depositing the material the guard who yelled at him came up behind him. "4,325 we warned you a few days ago! Now for trying to incite another attempt at escape you're lucky you're not killed right now!" He motioned to a guard, "Take him up a level and drug him! Throw him in a cell and leave him. No contact." One of guards grabbing Kain asked, "How long?" The other guard responded, "Two days shall do it. Now take him up!"
 

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Lazlo looked up at the mage. His cold dead eyes looked back down, but werent really looking at all. They just seemed to stare into space. The mages shoulders hung low, his head cocked to the side slightly. A small fire ball in his hands began to condense, focusing the energy into a smaller, but more lethal attack. Not doubt to finish Lazlo. But he had his own plans.

The small ball of energy was beginning to re-expand. The mage raised it up, but suddenly he felt a jerk and released the energy. The ball fell to the ground and lit a small fire on the spot.

The mage looked down at his own chest. The Ice blade his companion made had been driven through his body. His own body heat began to melt the weapon, which opened up the wound. The fire mage began to bleed out, stumbling back and forth, he tried to regain his stability but fell. Lazlo didnt wait around, he scrambled to his feet and ran off into the city.
 

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[small]Damien[/small]

Damien awoke to the sounds of screaming and the sound of metal clashing on metal. He tried to blink it away and go back to sleep, but sleep now was inevitable. Damien opened his eyes and found himself staring at a hard stone ceiling, covered in moss and cracks that had accumulated in the year Damien had been here. On his wrists were two strange looking manacles, but both were meant to do the same thing which was to seal away his magical power so that he couldn't use it even if he wanted. Damien didn't want to anymore... his resolve had been broken nearly a month ago when he had been beaten down so badly he hadn't been able to work for a few weeks. Damien still carried with him scars that he had just recently gotten from the guards of Eren Douab, a sick reminder to himself of how much he hated the Mage Hunters.

Damien heard a click from his cell door, causing him to glance over to the door, only to see an armored guard enter the room with his sword already out and his eyes fixed on where Damien lay.

"Come on you Mage scum, it's time to get you back to the forge where you belong." The guard barked.

Much like a dog who needs to be taught his place... but what can I do in these shackles? Damien thought hopelessly as he stood and allowed himself to be ushered out of the cramped cell. The hallway was no better then the cell, cracks ran along the walls and the ceilings, and torches were the only things that lit the dank corridors.

"If it were up to me, all of you Mage's would be liked in here and beaten for the suffering you have caused to us working folk." The guard spat as he pushed Damien along the corridor, the heavy clinking sound of the guards armor being the only sound besides their breathing.

"The only thing keeping you bastards alive is the Upper District Nobles, claiming that you do have a purpose which I find hard to believe. Oh yea Mage, how does it feel to know that Middle District fell to you bastards? You feel proud of your freakish allies, or do you feel depressed about not being there to help kill innocent people? You disgust me."

Damien kept his head down, his face hidden with the help of the darkness in the corridor. The guard wasn't apparently satisfied with Damien's silence, but he didn't dare beat him anymore. Damien had been placed under the protection of Amelia Foel, only due to his closeness to her in his stay at the Tower.

Damien was marched in silence to a large room, large ovens placed all over the room and the sounds of hammer hitting metal already very apparent. The room was stifling, but the guards stationed at nearly all of the exits seemed unaffected by the heat. Damien was led over to an anvil and a forge, and set to work, starting work on another sword for the Mage Hunters to use in their killing of Mages.
 

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(Kain, Eren Douab)

Kain was heavily sedated and thrown into a holding cell. The large door closed and Kain heard the clicking of a key locking the door. He was shackled behind his back and he tried ramming himself towards the door and yelled, "You bastards! I will never submit!" After a few minutes of banging the door with his shoulder he fell and rolled around on the filthy floor. Rats cluttered the room and a one blanket was on the dirt, the guards expected him to die here Kain was sure of it.

Kain heard muttering outside the cell so he put his ear to the door. Outside the door the guards were talking, "Why don't we just kill him already? This is the eighth time we caught him plotting escape with prisoners. We've killed the other prisoners but why not kill Kain?" The other guard on the outside answered, "Apparently a mage and high political leader from the Upper District has been sending us funds under the orders that we make this prisoner's time as hard as possible. We can't kill him." "Why the fuck are we taking money from a mage?" "This mage has been giving up other high ranking mage locations to us. The Warden did say that we would kill him when our time is up tough. Silence lingered. "So no contact?" Chuckling filled Kain's ears, "They never said anything about beatings." Kain pulled his ears away from the laughter and lied down to try and sleep. He gave up after the rats crawled around his face and bit him.

Kain would go insane if this keeps up.
 

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"-But for that, we'd need to execute the plan flawlessly and I mean flawlessly" finished the assassin at the head of the table, who was no longer sitting in her seat, now she stood at the head of the table, both palms flat on its old, chipped wood surface, her usually graceful face looking much more serious than usual. During her talking, Acelle had seen another of her brothers in arms enter the room and she had afforded him a quick nod without even pausing her speech.

"Ha, thats what I like to hear my friend, there will be many more soon enough. As you probably have already heard, this is an emergency meeting to decide what we are going to do about Curtis and the Commandant, the problems being that we don't know where Curtis is being held and that the 'good' Commandant is holed away good and proper, making him almost untouchable...Almost. Thoughts?"

In her experience, the leaders at meetings didn't appreciate late arriver's or interruptions, and they certainly wouldn't reiterate themselves to said late colleague, but Acelle was different, she was no 'leader', sure, the others looked to her for decisions, but the Green band was not about her leading a resistance against the Upper district, no, it was a collective of freedom fighters, each equal. Apparently however, her display of kindness was somehow offensive to the Mage hunter representative, as he snorted derisively as she talked, whilst giving the newcomer Jinso a dirty look.

'Idiot, surprised the Mage Hunters haven't thrown him into Douab for being a tactless prick. Still, polite face on, we cant go offending the Mage Hunters'
 

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Lorel---

?Kain?? whispered Lorel as Kain was dragged away. ?Why did he go and do that!?

Looking at Itsuka, it looked as if more hope had been drained from her. ?How? Will? We ever get out of here??

Suddenly she fell over onto the hard ground. ?Itsuka!? Lorel dropping his pickaxe and going over to her only to be flown back by another set of guards going over to her.

?Magic Sickness. Faster than the others.? Said one of the guards.

Magic Sickness! She will die if she stays in here for much longer!

Just as he sat the guards looked at the girl and not him. Standing up he ran at one of the guards and pulled out the sword from their waist.

The guard turned. ?What-?

Even with the little movement he had he pulled back and stabbed the guard right in the head. The two others pulled out their swords and began to go at him. Lorel wasn?t the best with a sword, but these two didn?t seem to have much experience either. As one came at him, Lorel ducked, and spun, slicing the man, and then pushing forward his sword at the other guard stabbing him. Most of his moves came from what he could remember from Velen with his blades.
Blood flew out at Lorel. With this moment of freedom, he took the sword and began to cut at his chains. Eventually making it through them. Though he couldn?t remove his ankle and wrist chains that still wouldn?t allow for magic.

He ran over to Itsuka and cut through her chains and then picked her up. With his new found strength, she was incredibly light. In his other hand he carried the sword.

?Prisoner with a sword!? Screamed a guard above. Lorel half expected other prisoners to attempt a riot but he was the only one. All had lost hope that they continued to work. He was alone.

Velen---

Before he knew it, he was up and out of Eren Douab. All his gear that he had gotten taken when they captured him, was returned.

Lorel? Itsuka? Kain? Asael... Marco? Damien? I am sorry? I can?t help you?

He was starting to come out of his fantasy world, and but it still all felt awkward. Everything he was seeing seemed to be almost twisted by it. As he walked he saw a man standing by the gates to the rest of the district.

The man older, wore long black robes and a hood that covered his face. It had been so long he didn?t even recognize the person, but he had to know it from somewhere. As he got closer he realized who it was.

Mar.

The man who had taught him the way of the dual blades.

Jinso---

?Ah, that is what I assumed. Well we can continue this plan! To find Curtis, I think I know the place. About three districts from here, near Middle District, there is Creyol, which is now Upper occupied District. I was there a week ago, and heard the name: Curtis dropped many times. I believe there was a man named Fischer that was the Commandant of the place.?
 

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"Prisoner has a sword!" Kain heard from inside his cell and he roused himself to eavesdrop outside, "What is he starting a riot?" A guard theorized. The other answered, "Nah we'd be called if it was a riot." A small pause lingered,
"Should we go down and help?"

"What and leave this guy? The prison's getting 1,000 kiel for every month he stays here."

"Seriously that much? I could buy a few houses with that money."

"So could I man and I did a check on this guy and he's wanted for at least 10,000 kiel."

"Whoa...Should we take him and deposit him in the Upper District? Or kill this mage and take his reward, or better yet take him here?. Do you know how much we could do with that money?"

"Yes I do, but I hear this guy's pretty dangerous what if he gets loose?"

"I don't know. Was he always this rebellious?"

"No when he got here he was a softy. This place changed him though and from what I hear he normally never kills people."

"Normally?"

"Yeah some of the others have been talking; he might be more inclined to kill then before."

"Shit."

"Too right. He's drugged though I don't think we'll hear much commotion."

Another pause lingered and Kain heard a door open. A gruff voice spoke, "Hey I'm here for the prisoner." The two guards sounded shocked by their next comment, "Already? But what torture could you do he hasn't resisted before?" The torturer laughed, "You'll see come watch."

Kain was dragged from his room and through his drugged state that he tried to resist he saw guards mobilizing incase a riot breaks out. Kain was put through a familiar room and hung up on ropes. He laughed and spat in the torturer's mask, "Again? Do you want another humiliation? I'm not going to break." The torturer seemed like he was smiling under his mask. He strafed over to the right and picked up swords and spears. He handed them to the guards and they all pointed them at him. Kain laughed again, "What's this for? I know you aren't allowed to kill me and I wont respond to threats." The ropes began to pull and Kain's limbs felt as if they might break off. While the ropes pulled the three torturers stabbed him with their weapons. The ropes stopped pulling and Kain looked at his stab wounds. They were healing. They're using healing potions as a coating? It's a fast heal, they could do this forever and any damage would heal immediately.

Kain was stabbed again and the men repeatedly stabbed with the weapons and every stab was healed by the potions. Blood spurted out of Kain and he felt the blood flow again and again as if he never lost it in the first place. I will not satisfy them. I won't scream. he though as a sword was stabbed in his shoulder and dragged down his body. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Kain's screamed echoed down below and the prisoners below tried their best to ignore it. Except Marco.
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(Marco, Eren Douab)

Kain's screams broke Marco out of his dazed state and he listened to the guards as they mobilized, "It's just a kid what could he do?" A rookie asked. His leader barked as he armored himself, "That Ion kid could start a riot. We're making sure it doesn't happen." Marco felt sweat form from panic next to the ones from heat. Adrenaline flowed through him as he thought how to best help Lorel. Suddenly Marco grabbed an axe he made and tossed it into the air. Quickly he threw his feet at the axe and felt the axe cut his shackles on his leg. They weren't broken but Marco grabbed his hammer and shattered the leg chains. "What the fuck?" The guards yelled. Marco dodged a sword swipe and performed a jump kid on the guard. Another swung and Marco sweeped and jumped on the downed guard. He put his foot to his neck and broke it.

The leader of the group threw himself at Marco and the other guard Marco kicked stood up. Thinking fast Marco spun and around the leader and used the chains on his hands to choke him. He used his human shield against the guard who came after him and leader took the hit. Marco then kicked the guard's crotch and broke his neck as he did the last one. After the fight Marco ran down below to the mines and hid behind the guards running to Lorel. As he descended he felt his adrenaline dying down. He would have to rely on his stamina holding out for the duration of the rescue.

Behind him he heard guards rushing down. He hid behind a corner and wait for them to past. One lagged behind and stopped to wipe his sweat from underneath his helmet. Marco grabbed him and wrapped his chains around his neck and quickly broke it. Marco took the guard to a nearby room and threw him in there. Wait, Marco thought, If I take the uniform and use the weapons to break my remaining chains. Marco ran into the room which turned out to be a small armory of weapons. Marco grabbed a hammer and broke his chains and stripped the dead guard.

The armor fit Marco pretty well and the helmet would disguise his face. However he could get the broken remains of the shackles off. He hung them down on his wrists and wondered how this plan could possibly work. Well in the heat of the moment they won't notice my shackles. I'll just wait for the opportunity and help Lorel. Marco heard another battalion moving on outside the room. Grabbing a sword, Marco ran out of the room to join up with them and stayed in the back. I feel alive again. We might just get out of here. Hang on everyone.
 

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Lazlo sat on the edge the table as one of the mages he had busted out, a girl named Estell, stitched up his shoulder. He winced as the needle went in further.
"OW!"
"Oh, such a baby..."
He wasnt in the mood to put up a front. He was too preoccupied, his mind racing.
What he had seen the night before disturbed him. He had never seen such a thing before. The mage seemed almost dead, like something had taken its body over. Lazlo shuddered at the thought. Even years of impersonation and identity theft still couldnt shake the idea of what he saw.

His adrenaline had been pumping at the time, so maybe he hadnt noticed. But now, with a clear mind and memory Lazlo saw everything. Those eyes seemed to penetrate him, like the mage could see his soul. But how could dead eyes see? How could such a numb, void face seem to scream as if the occupant was underneath the skin. And what would that do, being helpless and watching the crimes done by your own hands? The man, whoever he was, his entire life story and family and friends, everything he had ever worked for, now gone. Burning in front of his very eyes as he watched helplessly from the prison he was now doomed to forever.

For the first time in his life, Lazlo had a good idea of what hell could really feel like. War wasnt hell anymore, and all the atrocities of man seemed timid by comparison.

The mouth seemed to quiver, "please forgive me, for I know not what I do."
The mage looked down at him as it was about to strike. "Can you hear me? Are you there? Lazlo? LAZLO!!!"

Suddenly the gentleman thief was brought back around to his senses.
Estell was waving a hand in front of him. "Lazlo?" She gave a whistle, like one you woulc call a dog with. "You in there?"
"Yeah, sorry. What is it?"
"Message for you." She handed him a small envelope.
He opened it up, and began to skim the contents. Then he handed it back to Estell. She briefly read as well.
"So, some group near Eren Douab wants help in their resistance?" She said, summarizing the letter.
"Yeah. Sounds like it." Lazlo starred off into space.
"Upper owns that place. You really wanna go through with this?"
Lazlo sighed, then straightened himself up. His moment of repose passed.
He looked up with his old cunning grin on his face.
"Of course, love, no sense in sitting it out when everyone has bet "all in" now is there?"
She shook her head. "Maybe you are insane."
He spoke with a sort of upper class dignity, and a slight swagger. "Of course m'dear. But that is not for us to decide, now is it? If you are serious in you clear gesture about assisting me in this bold venture, then I shall request you start helping me pack while I start brushing up on an old friend of mine. A Sir Gregory Kirshner III. I think you will find him most delightful."
His tone suddenly changed to a low, secretive one as he leaned in and whispered, giving a wink "and the uppers will suspect nothing of."
"And why will the uppers pay him any attention?"
The swagger injected tone was back.
"Because Sir Gregory will be most willing to pay great sums for certain imprisoned mages. You see, I have had to unfortunately let several hired servants go, and I do believe that a personal slave will do the job quite succinctly."
 

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Since his imprisonment in Erin Douab Asael has seen his personal well being become less and less promising starting with one of Wilhelm?s agents slipping tidbits of Asael's past to the guards, the Cynic has spent much of his time as what could be labeled an official Pariah.

He has watched many men break within the past year, but even if it kills him, the Cynic will not give in.

(Asael Selvrink, Prisoner 234, 237, Deep Within Erin Douab)

The silence of the hall was torturous, one would imagine a prison to be loud and obnoxious, a place with a voice and character, but all Asael heard as he was once again dragged through the halls with a bag over his head, was a deadly silence.

Even the sound of his sandals sliding against the cold stone seemed muffled in agony, and it was not long before the Cynic would find himself placed in an agonizing position.

It was ushered forth by the sounds of creaking door and a seat being pulled out in front of him, a seat he was forced to take as the bag was ripped off the top of his head, "hello Inmate 234, 237, I trust you know why you're here again?" asked a man standing across the table in the faintly lit room.

"Yes, unless of course you found another absurd reason to interrogate me, Inquisitor Bridge, or do you prefer Bridge the Inquisitor" Asael stared defiantly into the shadows as he spat back his response, "I can never remember which one suits you best" the Cynic continued to retort.

Bridge leaned forward into the light of the candle that stood in the center on the wooden table, "you have no right to use my name, you Mage Fucking swine" stated Bridge with a venomous tone, "I?ve had to sit and listen to you dodge my questions for the last year, today will be the day you answer them, what is the True name of the Mage who killed you?re Disgusting Lover?" the man called Bridge demanded to know.

Asael sat with a satisfied grin, "you can't shame her, you're insults mean nothing to the angel she was, and already gave you his name, but I guess you just discovered Wilhelm was an alias" replied the Cynic, "what a good investigator you are" remarked Asael with a sarcastic disposition

"Flattery? How very disgusting you are Selvrink, now tell me his real name so I can stop postponing you?re execution, just in case you need a reminder that there is no hope for you" spoke Bridge in a calmer more diplomatic tone, "now just tell me his real name" again the Inquisitor demanded

"Again you make it sound like I?m you?re only option" remarked Asael a tad bit annoyed, "six months you bring me here, and you should know by now I?m not going to tell you, and I don?t even need to tell you why I declare it so, now go ahead and break out the sharp objects, you know you want to" spoke the Cynic in defiance.

Bridge sighed as a look a defeat came over him, laying out a few pieces of paper across the table, "sadly Asael you are my only option, and this time I won't waste my time torturing you, I'll just tell you the truth, all the families this Wilhelm came in contact with have disappeared, his old contacts murdered, and I can?t even dare try to sneak into Mage Academies Archives to find him, Upper doesn?t even have a bounty or poster for any bastard that sounds like Wilhelm," spoke Bridge with disgust.

Asael sighed as realized the fate of one of a family that still trusted him had now fallen into oblivion without his knowledge, "why are you telling me this now?" asked the Cynic enraged, "are you just trying to trick me, or have been gone for months?" continued Asael with a pained voice.

"One, I?m telling you now because I have no options left" spoke Bridge raising a finger, "two, they were taken at least three months ago, all within a week of each other, it was like they never existed" spoke Bridge yet again raising a finger. "and Three, soon you will have never existed" remarked Bridge ominously.


?You?re execution is now scheduled for ten days from this moment, enough time for you tell me the truth, or not either way you will die nameless and alone, there will be no spectacle, just a grave, now get to you're cell? commanded Bridge as he gestured for the men who stood in the shadows to bag Asael yet again, the Cynic said not a word.

Asael now had an expiration date, and as he was once again tossed into his cell with nothing but the darkness of the bag that cruelly left over his head, and the screams of Kain to keep him company, and as the Cynic?s fate finally sunk in he whispered something, "I owe too much to too many to die here, I refuse, and I deny this surrender"
 

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Velen---

?Mar! It?s good to see you, but what are you doing here?? Velen said cheerfully as he got closer to him.

Mar looked around quickly, and then began to proceed towards the gate exit. ?We must leave now, there is no time to explain!?

?Okay?? Velen began to follow Mar swiftly out of the District.

Lorel---

Lorel began to make his way up to ground level, guards behind him rampaging at him. One ahead jumped out at him, and with his free hand, sliced the guard who then fell over the railing. As he got up and up, more and more guards came, and he was starting to sweat, and get tired.

A guard above him could hear yelling. ?Get the Tier One Squad down here now! We need to finish this quickly! Before any possible riot!?

So far no riot had happened but it was bound to happen if it was kept up. Lorel would almost make sure it would happen. As he got to ground floor, he moved across to the large doors that would be there exit.

Velen! Where are you!?

Suddenly men in dark armor began to swarm around him, making Lorel stop. This must be Tier One?

?Come at me! I am not afraid!? Lorel yelled, though secretly he was afraid.
One of the men ran at him, with a large mace and then began to bring it down on him.
Is this it..?

Suddenly a loud explosion echoed through the tower, making everyone shake. The attacker stopped and looked in the direction of the explosion. A huge hole was now in the nearby wall and through the smoke, men and women in gold and blue armor began to swarm in.

?It?s Upper District! SHIT!? Screamed one of the Tier One members.

Upper!?

Immediately the Tier One members forgot about Lorel and Itsuka and began going at the Upper soldiers. More explosions began to roar, and Upper Soldiers began to go through the main door.

?Ah! Now we can?t go through there!? Looking quickly around he began to run up stairs up and up to a higher floor. They needed to get away. He barely knew the place, but even if there was a way out below, it was now going to be occupied, and without his magic, Upper soldiers would surely be his death.

Though he began to wonder.

Why is Upper attacking? What is going on in the outside world?

During his time in prison, the guards never spoke of the outside, so he was behind in current events.

Going up the stairs he began to see Upper soldiers also going up, some even freeing prisoners saying they would give them freedom if they join. Lorel didn?t want their freedom, and plus with Amelia, she would be sure to have him killed on the spot.

Then he heard one of the Upper soldiers speak below him, as he stopped, hidden for a moment in the sound of fighting. ?Amelia is on the battlefield today, this place is sure to fall.?

Amelia is here? Crap, crap, crap!

Lorel immediately began to move again. The harbinger of death was just down below?
 

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Asael could only here commotion from the dark, shuffling across the floor rubbing his face along the cold stone attempting to relieve himself of the wretched baggy blindfold, "this cannot be good" Asael thought out loud as he managed to shift the bag offf his head.

The darkness of his cell block gave no hint of what was going on outside, only the echo of the fighting gave an transparency to the situation, and it was as Asael went to stand that he fell back to the ground, realizing just a bit too late that his hands were still bound behind his back.

"Fan-tizzy-tastic" murmured Asael in frustation as he struggled to get himself to his feet, "now I just need a convenient passerby to come around, or just an explosion will do, I'm not picky" it was then that he heard footprints fast approaching the halls, screams of terror and anguish not far behind them, Asael was pretty sure this was a good thing.
 

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Lazlo and Estell had finally made their way towards the district which contained Eren Douab. Lazlo was dressed in his "sunday best" A rather nice suit personally tailored for him while in the guise of Sir Gregory Kirshner the third.

Estelle, the young fire mage of similar mindset as Lazlo accompanied him as Sir Gregory`s wife, Elizabeth. They walked arm and arm, fitting the roles perfectly. But when they came close to the Prison, they began to hear sounds of a great disturbance. Being in a crowd, they kept their persona. Lazlo gave a gentle tap to an onlooker with his walking cane.
"I say old bean, what seems to be the cause for this brouhaha? I came for some privy and relaxation and all that seems to be found is naught but a rambunctious racket."
The man kept his eyes fixed down the street where a crowd had gathered outside the building.
"Im not sure mate, but whatever it is, it isnt good."
Lazlo pursed his lips in deep thought for a moment as Sir Gregory was commonly known to do.
"My dear Elizabeth, I should dare say our plans must be changed. Perhaps a different Inn than what we planned? Something a little closer?"
This was code, Estell managed to catch on quickly. Any chance Lazlo would have had of getting in close, or even getting inside were just shot to hell. The game had just changed, getting in was no longer in the cards. Lazlo needed to think. As much as he was a genius when infiltration was concerned, even his dizzying intellect couldnt tackle this problem immediately.

The two managed to quickly find a room at a larger, upper class Inn. Money can really speed up such a process. When they got to their room. Estell made sure the coast was clear then Lazlo, no longer looking like Sir Gregory and dressed in street clothes, slipped out the window and climbed down to the street. Estell reclined herself on a small couch, sipping on a five year old bottle of brandy.
"Might as well enjoy myself if its part of acting the part." She gave a little laugh.
IT turned out Lazlo had acquired a large sum of money over the years which helped fund other con jobs and such which in turn brought in more money in a snowball effect. It allowed him to assume any role in almost any demographic, including the wealthy upper class.

Lazlo strolled lazily down the street, acting as an unconcerned citizen until he reached the Prison area.

"What the hell is going on here?...."

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Lazlo managed to slip in through the commotion. Finding a dead guard, he quickly put on the leather armor. A potential risk should any malcontents come across him.

He slowly made his way to a cell block. Working hard to keep his Psi-energy suppressed, he eventually found a lone figure sitting in a cell, hands bound behind his back. For some reason, this one stood out, and he couldnt quite explain why, but he felt compelled to talk to him.

"You.... Whats your name?"

He is looking at Asael, in case you were wondering.