Goddamnit...Okay we can't fit you in as a main character,I'll PM you when we need a villain,okay?ThreeWords said:
The Lucky Ones,A Superhero/Fantasy RP with an idea (Closed,Starting)
- Thread starter Sir Strange Of The House Lycan
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Yeah I'd have to agree,but what can you do,all people who are heroes have rolled the tragic or survival or other back stories that force them to use it,and I'm delegating OP post duties to V,no more OOC beyond this post.SamuelT said:
I'll edit some if you want a villain instead...Sir Strange Of The House Lycan said:
Theophilus Ramachander
- Male
8
5'8"
Muscular
Short Hair, blond
Farmer
Survival
Sarcastic
The Tharblae Marshes
Reactive Evolution
Theophilius doesn't know quite what he is. Certainly he is not a human; for he has watched the boys of his age who live in the village, and they are not as he is. They run and play, and have not a care in the world. They have parents who look after them, and indeed they need looking after, for their frames are brittle, their bodies slow and weak. Not so Theophilius, who stands twice their height, moves faster than their eyes can follow, and has been alone for as long as he can remember.
Perhaps he is a devil, for he knows to his shame the animalistic drive that comes over him when he nears a true human, their horrifying way their bodies splinter and tear in his hands, and the deep, secret joy as he hears in their screams and smells in the scent of their blood. He thinks, deep in his heart, that it is this that has made him alone, for perhaps it was not through spite that he has never known his parents...
There is a deserted farm building, away in the mountains, where he goes when he needs shelter. He doesn't know why he is drawn to that p[lace, but is the closest to home he has ever felt. In the surrounding land, he has cultivated the descendants of the crops once grown their, and he takes a quiet joy in his plants, for they are the one area of his life not tainted by the beast in his depths.
You should have PMed me,but oh well.sounds good,I'll tell you when we introduce you.ThreeWords said:
This RP has officially begun:
A page turns. A smile in the penumbra of the candle. A soft laugh.
"I have found it."
The man turns another page, before closing the book. Dust flies in all directions. He motions towards a large man, who emerges from the shadow, expressionless.
"Marius, after tens of years, I have finally found it. I can stop the beacon. One by one the scions must be brought to me. All resources must be diverted towards this task. I will remake the world. The cycle MUST be broken."
"I have found it."
The man turns another page, before closing the book. Dust flies in all directions. He motions towards a large man, who emerges from the shadow, expressionless.
"Marius, after tens of years, I have finally found it. I can stop the beacon. One by one the scions must be brought to me. All resources must be diverted towards this task. I will remake the world. The cycle MUST be broken."
As your consciousness returns to you, you find yourself in a nigh-impenetrable darkness. You can barely feel your limbs. You attempt to move your arms; the heavy sound of metal scraping rock reverberates through what you assume is a large hall. Your movement is restricted, you are clearly chained to the wall. Vision slowly, but surely is comes back to you. Through the heavy shadow that lingers you assess your surroundings. Without doubt, this is a dungeon. For some reason you feel extremely light headed... tired... comatose. Every thought and actions seems... heavy, weighing on you and dragging you into... sleep. It becomes evident that your captors are giving you something in order to induce this deep urge to sleep.
The lethargy is only interrupted by intermissions of extreme agony - of torture. It is uncertain for how many days you've been here. As you become more resistant to this artificial fatigue, all your thoughts divert towards escaping this place. Every few hours, guards come to give you food and water through a small hole in the grates, then when sleep overwhelms you, you are taken to a torture chamber where everything, except pain, becomes supremely hazy.
The lethargy is only interrupted by intermissions of extreme agony - of torture. It is uncertain for how many days you've been here. As you become more resistant to this artificial fatigue, all your thoughts divert towards escaping this place. Every few hours, guards come to give you food and water through a small hole in the grates, then when sleep overwhelms you, you are taken to a torture chamber where everything, except pain, becomes supremely hazy.
You have been captured and imprisoned withing an extensive dungeon. Your location is somewhere in the The Reaak Kingdom, the castle is mainly surrounded by forestland. The castle has scores of heavily armed guards and two powerful scions. The castle has 4 floors.
First floor, The dungeon, underground: it has a large number of prison cells, all characters are imprisoned in close proximity to each other. There is roughly a score of guards patrolling around here.
Second floor: It's at ground level and hosts mainly hallways, a kitchen, storage rooms etc., most importantly, on the second floor an exit is located. Via the main gate, or the servants entrance. More guards are located here.
Third floor: Guest rooms, dormitories
Fourth floor: the Library, two scions are located here. A confrontation with them will end badly, with death or worse.
It is entirely up to you what you do from here on. You have control over the aspect of your prison cell, your means of escape and what your character wants to do. The drugs you've been given diminish your scion powers, they will slowly return to you, but for the duration of the escape, no flaming pillars of death, please. In spite of your abilities, you are still human, a crossbow bolt into your chest, and you're in trouble regardless of how awesome your power is (unless it is regeneration of course). Cooperation in escaping is very recommended, but not mandatory. I suggest starting slow to allow other players to join up.
The specifics of the castle's layout are up to your imagination, remember to respect things that have been previously established by the previous poster. This escape episode is meant to last several posts. It's up to you to make it interesting and difficult for your character. You'll earn yourself no credit if you make the escape easy and fast, quite the contrary. If you have no idea of what to do, or if anything is confusing PM me or contact me on skype - roxxorzboxxorz, I will respond to your questions as soon as possible.
On this occasion I would like to introduce a little tool people used on a different RPing forum, I do not know if it is used here. At the end of your post, in the OOC part, you may write "Tag X player". And that means you wish for X player to intervene or interact with your character. If your character has been pinned down by a guard, you could tag someone, and they ideally will respond to the tag and attempt to dispatch the guard. Another example: Your character examines his surroundings, kicks the wall of the cell and whispers in order to attract the attention of scion that lies in the adjacent cell. You'd stick a "Tag anyone" at the end of the post, and someone should respond, moving the narrative forward and providing some player to player interaction. It can have other purposes as well, try it, I found it rather useful.
First floor, The dungeon, underground: it has a large number of prison cells, all characters are imprisoned in close proximity to each other. There is roughly a score of guards patrolling around here.
Second floor: It's at ground level and hosts mainly hallways, a kitchen, storage rooms etc., most importantly, on the second floor an exit is located. Via the main gate, or the servants entrance. More guards are located here.
Third floor: Guest rooms, dormitories
Fourth floor: the Library, two scions are located here. A confrontation with them will end badly, with death or worse.
It is entirely up to you what you do from here on. You have control over the aspect of your prison cell, your means of escape and what your character wants to do. The drugs you've been given diminish your scion powers, they will slowly return to you, but for the duration of the escape, no flaming pillars of death, please. In spite of your abilities, you are still human, a crossbow bolt into your chest, and you're in trouble regardless of how awesome your power is (unless it is regeneration of course). Cooperation in escaping is very recommended, but not mandatory. I suggest starting slow to allow other players to join up.
The specifics of the castle's layout are up to your imagination, remember to respect things that have been previously established by the previous poster. This escape episode is meant to last several posts. It's up to you to make it interesting and difficult for your character. You'll earn yourself no credit if you make the escape easy and fast, quite the contrary. If you have no idea of what to do, or if anything is confusing PM me or contact me on skype - roxxorzboxxorz, I will respond to your questions as soon as possible.
On this occasion I would like to introduce a little tool people used on a different RPing forum, I do not know if it is used here. At the end of your post, in the OOC part, you may write "Tag X player". And that means you wish for X player to intervene or interact with your character. If your character has been pinned down by a guard, you could tag someone, and they ideally will respond to the tag and attempt to dispatch the guard. Another example: Your character examines his surroundings, kicks the wall of the cell and whispers in order to attract the attention of scion that lies in the adjacent cell. You'd stick a "Tag anyone" at the end of the post, and someone should respond, moving the narrative forward and providing some player to player interaction. It can have other purposes as well, try it, I found it rather useful.
"NO!"
Saraswati woke suddenly, sweating, staring into the darkness. As she calmed, her eyes became accustomed to the gloom.
Back in the cell then.
Something was different, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her head was still filled with visions of torture and pain. This, coupled with the drugs, made it far too difficult to think straight.
She waited. And waited. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, of course, but still it seemed an awfully long time before she was able to get her brain in some semblance of working order. As soon as she did, of course, she realised what was new.
She had woken up suddenly.
Since she'd been in this nightmare - how long had it been now, days? weeks? months, even? - she had only had the haziest idea of what was going on. There were only two states - murky sort of conciousness, where she could take stock of her surroundings but her mind was too clogged up to think straight, and horrific, intense pain.
But this time, instead of swimming slowly up to waking, she had bolted straight upright and was awake immediately. Still in a lot of pain, and it had taken her a long time to be able to muster her thoughts, but still...had they lowered the dose, either by accident or design? Or was she becoming more and more immune to it?
No use in worrying about the "whys" now. Eyeing the lock on the rusty barred door in front of her, she pushed at it with her mind.
Nothing. The drug must still be potent enough to block her powers. Fine, then: escape the old fashioned way. Clutching the wall, she staggered to her feet, only to find her body was much weakened. After a few tentative steps, she found it easier to crawl, and so she did so.
Through the bars of her cell, she could see another across the dank corridor. And was that a figure huddled against the back wall?
"Hey...psst! Hey you!"
Saraswati woke suddenly, sweating, staring into the darkness. As she calmed, her eyes became accustomed to the gloom.
Back in the cell then.
Something was different, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Her head was still filled with visions of torture and pain. This, coupled with the drugs, made it far too difficult to think straight.
She waited. And waited. It was impossible to say how much time had passed, of course, but still it seemed an awfully long time before she was able to get her brain in some semblance of working order. As soon as she did, of course, she realised what was new.
She had woken up suddenly.
Since she'd been in this nightmare - how long had it been now, days? weeks? months, even? - she had only had the haziest idea of what was going on. There were only two states - murky sort of conciousness, where she could take stock of her surroundings but her mind was too clogged up to think straight, and horrific, intense pain.
But this time, instead of swimming slowly up to waking, she had bolted straight upright and was awake immediately. Still in a lot of pain, and it had taken her a long time to be able to muster her thoughts, but still...had they lowered the dose, either by accident or design? Or was she becoming more and more immune to it?
No use in worrying about the "whys" now. Eyeing the lock on the rusty barred door in front of her, she pushed at it with her mind.
Nothing. The drug must still be potent enough to block her powers. Fine, then: escape the old fashioned way. Clutching the wall, she staggered to her feet, only to find her body was much weakened. After a few tentative steps, she found it easier to crawl, and so she did so.
Through the bars of her cell, she could see another across the dank corridor. And was that a figure huddled against the back wall?
"Hey...psst! Hey you!"
Tag anybody then 
NO!
Agni heard the sound, the wonderous sound, cut straight through her trance-like state. She opened her eyes with great difficulty, and found herself at the back of a dimly lit cel, hugging her own legs. She tried to move them, but felt them almost inoperable. She tried to even lift her head but her neck was too sore to even think of moving.
Hey...psst! Hey you!
She very slowly turned her head to the front of her cell; the one place where a dim source of light shone. She could see only one more, the one directly opposed to hers. She could faintly make out a face, trying to catch a look at her. Instinctively, Agni tried to adjust her scarf. She breathed sharply when she found out it had been taken from her. She pulled up her shirt to past her nove, hiding the bottom of her face. She winced as the rough fabric passed the numerous small wounds on her back.
Breathing deeply, she slowly pulled herself across the rough stone ground of her cell, trying to not faint of the pain combined with her still somewhat-sluggyness of her trancelike state from earlier. As she reached the front of her cell, she saw the one that had woken her.
"A-are you a faerie?" Agni said in the tounge of the Tharblae.
'Cause of the line in your character sheet.
Agni heard the sound, the wonderous sound, cut straight through her trance-like state. She opened her eyes with great difficulty, and found herself at the back of a dimly lit cel, hugging her own legs. She tried to move them, but felt them almost inoperable. She tried to even lift her head but her neck was too sore to even think of moving.
Hey...psst! Hey you!
She very slowly turned her head to the front of her cell; the one place where a dim source of light shone. She could see only one more, the one directly opposed to hers. She could faintly make out a face, trying to catch a look at her. Instinctively, Agni tried to adjust her scarf. She breathed sharply when she found out it had been taken from her. She pulled up her shirt to past her nove, hiding the bottom of her face. She winced as the rough fabric passed the numerous small wounds on her back.
Breathing deeply, she slowly pulled herself across the rough stone ground of her cell, trying to not faint of the pain combined with her still somewhat-sluggyness of her trancelike state from earlier. As she reached the front of her cell, she saw the one that had woken her.
"A-are you a faerie?" Agni said in the tounge of the Tharblae.
'Cause of the line in your character sheet.
Madlyn did not care for the sudden noise she heard. Her ginger hair reached just below her shoulders, all messy. The torture and pain she had been through reminded her of the sweet times she'd had in her basement. She gave a low chuckle, not able to move or do much. Right now, being as weak as she was, it wasn't good to be as muscular as she was.
She lay there on the ground on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Who could have brought her here, she wondered. And why. For what purpose was she there? Whatever it was, the person who had put her through what she loved to do would get a taste of their own medicine. Oh, how she'd love to do that.
She looked around while she lay there. Nothing much to see in this darkness. Nothing worthy of being seen, probably. She just knew she had to try and escape, however she'd do so. She'd tried to teleport out of her cell, but to no avail. She was unable to do so. The sound of her shackles as she moved brought happy memories to her. She'd have to remember to polish her own once she'd get back home.
She rolled onto her front and stared out of her bars. Another prisoner in a cell, just like she was. With difficulty, she crawled to her bars to try and get a better look at the person. "Oi! Who's there?" she said, her voice sounding a little dry.
She lay there on the ground on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Who could have brought her here, she wondered. And why. For what purpose was she there? Whatever it was, the person who had put her through what she loved to do would get a taste of their own medicine. Oh, how she'd love to do that.
She looked around while she lay there. Nothing much to see in this darkness. Nothing worthy of being seen, probably. She just knew she had to try and escape, however she'd do so. She'd tried to teleport out of her cell, but to no avail. She was unable to do so. The sound of her shackles as she moved brought happy memories to her. She'd have to remember to polish her own once she'd get back home.
She rolled onto her front and stared out of her bars. Another prisoner in a cell, just like she was. With difficulty, she crawled to her bars to try and get a better look at the person. "Oi! Who's there?" she said, her voice sounding a little dry.
Tag FARD
Saraswati was jolted to hear the native tongue of her homeland, and paused before answering. Of course, I spoke in Tharblae. Interesting how I've regressed. Using the dialect felt like putting on a warm, cosy blanket.
"I'm no faerie, kid, I'm a prisoner, just like you." She could see slightly better now, though not with any detail, and noted that the girl had pushed up her shirt to hide her face. She repressed a sigh. "Hey, what's your name? Do you know what's going on?"
Further down the corridor she could hear more voices, which was heartening, but chose to ignore them for now. She wasn't sure her brain was ready to cope with more than one thing at a time yer.
"I'm no faerie, kid, I'm a prisoner, just like you." She could see slightly better now, though not with any detail, and noted that the girl had pushed up her shirt to hide her face. She repressed a sigh. "Hey, what's your name? Do you know what's going on?"
Further down the corridor she could hear more voices, which was heartening, but chose to ignore them for now. She wasn't sure her brain was ready to cope with more than one thing at a time yer.
Cybele opened her eyes slowly and yawned, inspecting were she was calmly. She was chained up against the wall in shackles and sat down on the floor in what appeared to be a cell. She attempted moved her arms out of the shackles to no anvil and heard what seemed to be an older female saying: "Oi! Who's there!"!
"Hello!" Said Cybele, in a oddly cheerfully and childish tone. "I'm Cybele!" Cybele beamed a humongous smile. "This place is awfully boring, isn't it? The torture isn't all that special either! I want my money back!" Cybele paused. "Wait... I don't remember paying for anything... Oh oh oh! We've been captured haven't we! Oh, what fun!" Cybele's tone suddenly changed from cheerful, to something dark, troublesome and certainly not childlike. "I simply must return the favor..." He tone returned to its previous state. "But first, we should get out of here! I haven't killed someone in aaaaaaages!"
"Hello!" Said Cybele, in a oddly cheerfully and childish tone. "I'm Cybele!" Cybele beamed a humongous smile. "This place is awfully boring, isn't it? The torture isn't all that special either! I want my money back!" Cybele paused. "Wait... I don't remember paying for anything... Oh oh oh! We've been captured haven't we! Oh, what fun!" Cybele's tone suddenly changed from cheerful, to something dark, troublesome and certainly not childlike. "I simply must return the favor..." He tone returned to its previous state. "But first, we should get out of here! I haven't killed someone in aaaaaaages!"
An interesting, but naive, child. And too damn loud... Madlyn managed to lift herself up a bit and sit down on the floor, inspecting the bars on her cell. They look too sturdy to break down. Maybe I could get the keys from the guards somehow. And have a little fun with them in the meanwhile...
She looked towards Cybele, the young girl looked eager. Doesn't look like anyone I know. And such strange clothes... Well, whatever she does, I must escape. It is I that must return the favor, not this pipsqueak. "Yes, escape. That's something we need to do. I don't want to be tortured for much longer. And this stupid drug makes me unable to escape without trouble."
If she could, she'd be able to use her chains as a makeshift weapon until she'd get her sword back, if she'd get it back. She couldn't be without it. Hopefully it was in tip top shape. She didn't know how long she'd been there, so it was possible that she might have to sharpen it. But it was no time to think about that right now. She needed an escape plan. But she couldn't think too clearly at the moment. Perhaps in a moment she could.
She looked towards Cybele, the young girl looked eager. Doesn't look like anyone I know. And such strange clothes... Well, whatever she does, I must escape. It is I that must return the favor, not this pipsqueak. "Yes, escape. That's something we need to do. I don't want to be tortured for much longer. And this stupid drug makes me unable to escape without trouble."
If she could, she'd be able to use her chains as a makeshift weapon until she'd get her sword back, if she'd get it back. She couldn't be without it. Hopefully it was in tip top shape. She didn't know how long she'd been there, so it was possible that she might have to sharpen it. But it was no time to think about that right now. She needed an escape plan. But she couldn't think too clearly at the moment. Perhaps in a moment she could.
The chat has slowly gotten through to Euandros, the drugs having a somewhat large effect on him, while he was more durable than normal, he had no resistance to drugs. Overall his body ached, he had taken a lot of punishment after the normal torture seemed ineffective against him.
He gently pulls his wrists, feeling the shackles hold them taut against the wall, lightly he smiles, "if only I had more energy," he mutters before turning his gaze to the other captives, deep in their chat.
"Where are we?" he asks, "I mean specifically, rather than just, in a cell or are you all blank as well?" he mutters drowsily.
I'm sure someone must have some idea at least, he thinks to himself, pulling once more at the chains, testing how strongly they are embedded.
He gently pulls his wrists, feeling the shackles hold them taut against the wall, lightly he smiles, "if only I had more energy," he mutters before turning his gaze to the other captives, deep in their chat.
"Where are we?" he asks, "I mean specifically, rather than just, in a cell or are you all blank as well?" he mutters drowsily.
I'm sure someone must have some idea at least, he thinks to himself, pulling once more at the chains, testing how strongly they are embedded.
Sorry for a rather short Opening Post, but writers block has made me its ***** and I'd feel bad not posting anything >.>
"Oh..you, uh. You look like one." Agni said to the other prisoner, relieved that they spoke the same dialect at least. The strange sounds coming from further down the hall unnerved her even more. She tried to pull herself up to a sitting position.
"My name's...Agni. But I have ab-so-lutely no idea what's going on."
As she pulled herself up; she felt dizzy and out of balance. A sensation she'd never felt before. She wondered what they fed her to put her in this state.
"My name's...Agni. But I have ab-so-lutely no idea what's going on."
As she pulled herself up; she felt dizzy and out of balance. A sensation she'd never felt before. She wondered what they fed her to put her in this state.
Saraswati couldn't ignore the childlike voice extolling the virtues of being locked up, but she tried very hard.
"Ok, Agni, I'm Saraswati. I dunno what's going on either, but I don't like it. How are you feeling?"
She herself was feeling better all the time as her body and mind strove to fight off the drug, but this didn't mean much - she would be surprised if she was running as much as 40% capacity, and there was a strange fog over the part of her mind she usually reached to for her power. She felt strangely naked without it, having relied on it for so long.
A thought struck her - after all, it wouldn't be the first time, in her case...but before she could ask another voice, this one male, joined in, this one in the cell to Agni's right.
"Blank as a board, mate."
"Ok, Agni, I'm Saraswati. I dunno what's going on either, but I don't like it. How are you feeling?"
She herself was feeling better all the time as her body and mind strove to fight off the drug, but this didn't mean much - she would be surprised if she was running as much as 40% capacity, and there was a strange fog over the part of her mind she usually reached to for her power. She felt strangely naked without it, having relied on it for so long.
A thought struck her - after all, it wouldn't be the first time, in her case...but before she could ask another voice, this one male, joined in, this one in the cell to Agni's right.
"Blank as a board, mate."
Where's Euandros from? We were speaking in a Tharblae dialect, but given Saraswati's exile status she would have understood you no problem wherever, but just thought it should be noted
Ceaseless pendulation between bleak reality and pitch-black rest, a rest that doesn't seem to ever satiate his weary body, a rest only disturbed by the cold feeling of metal piercing the flesh - only a hallucination of what is to come, a hallucination of what has been happening for days. Time becomes distorted, existence becomes numb, an endless cycle of torture and rest.
Yet, for the first time, clarity is restored. Cornelius' regains his focus and composure and begins contemplating of escape. The first step - get off the damn floor.
"Uggghhh, shit..."
Cornelius steadied himself against the wall. His ears were ringing and his head was throbbing which didn't help him in examining his whereabouts. The impulse to just fall back down and sleep is great. Cornelius often pondered whether this is punishment for his mistakes. A childish thought, he realized now, but - how can he make up for them if he dies here? Mustering what determination he had left, Cornelius started probing the chain and bars for weaknesses. After clearing his senses the buzzing in his ears, Cornelius overheard a conversation a few cells down.
"Blank as a board, mate." Cornelius was relieved to know that there were other people alive here. The thought that someone was in the same mess as he was strangely comforting. However that comfort did not last long, and before Cornelius could intrude on their conversation... heavy boots reverberated through the stony prison. As the heavy footsteps got closer and closer their originator was revealed. One of the prison guards. This is the first time Cornelius saw one without having his perception destroyed by whatever drug he was being given. The clothes identified the man as being a Reeakite. Most likely the prison was also located in the Reeak Kingdoms. Whoever kidnapped me must of had a good reason to come all the way to the Iyou Mountains. But why...
The guard walked past Cornelius' to a cell near top of the corridor. He spat on the ground, wiped his face then snarled at the inmate there. "Oi, brat, Cyrus wants ya. You come with me."
Yet, for the first time, clarity is restored. Cornelius' regains his focus and composure and begins contemplating of escape. The first step - get off the damn floor.
"Uggghhh, shit..."
Cornelius steadied himself against the wall. His ears were ringing and his head was throbbing which didn't help him in examining his whereabouts. The impulse to just fall back down and sleep is great. Cornelius often pondered whether this is punishment for his mistakes. A childish thought, he realized now, but - how can he make up for them if he dies here? Mustering what determination he had left, Cornelius started probing the chain and bars for weaknesses. After clearing his senses the buzzing in his ears, Cornelius overheard a conversation a few cells down.
"Blank as a board, mate." Cornelius was relieved to know that there were other people alive here. The thought that someone was in the same mess as he was strangely comforting. However that comfort did not last long, and before Cornelius could intrude on their conversation... heavy boots reverberated through the stony prison. As the heavy footsteps got closer and closer their originator was revealed. One of the prison guards. This is the first time Cornelius saw one without having his perception destroyed by whatever drug he was being given. The clothes identified the man as being a Reeakite. Most likely the prison was also located in the Reeak Kingdoms. Whoever kidnapped me must of had a good reason to come all the way to the Iyou Mountains. But why...
The guard walked past Cornelius' to a cell near top of the corridor. He spat on the ground, wiped his face then snarled at the inmate there. "Oi, brat, Cyrus wants ya. You come with me."
Tag FARD. Your character's powers are closer to returning. You are allowed to make use of them now, but not to their full extent. The guard's lines refer to your character. You should do anything possible to escape. Other characters will have their powers return slowly as well. It's basically up to each poster, just be reasonable about it - the drug affects people differently.
Cybele looked up at the guard as he walked in. "Oh? Is that so? Sadly, I cannot oblige to this invitation... Too bad!" Cybele stood up and began to run around the guard at the highest speed she could muster at that point, wrapping the chain round his legs, then continuing to try to run until his legs were crushed. As the guard cried out in pain Cybele took his keys and sword proceeding to slash his neck open to stop him screaming. She began to hum a little tune to herself as she released herself from her chains. "Ok, lets go!"
Cybele began running from cell to cell at top speed, unlocking them all and releasing the prisoners inside from their chains. "Come on everyone, we best get going quick as can be now!" She shouted as she span the sword in her hand. "We don't want to be captured again do we?" Cybele ran back to Madlyn's cell and bowed. "Hey misses, you should take this sword. You look like you could handle yourself in a fight and I'm feeling a bit tired..." She offered Madlyn the sword, yawning. "Well, do ya want it?"
Cybele began running from cell to cell at top speed, unlocking them all and releasing the prisoners inside from their chains. "Come on everyone, we best get going quick as can be now!" She shouted as she span the sword in her hand. "We don't want to be captured again do we?" Cybele ran back to Madlyn's cell and bowed. "Hey misses, you should take this sword. You look like you could handle yourself in a fight and I'm feeling a bit tired..." She offered Madlyn the sword, yawning. "Well, do ya want it?"
Feeling some of her strength coming back to her, Madlyn stood up with little difficulty and took the sword. "Thank you, young lady. I will need this." Ah, it's not my sword, but a sword is a sword. It's from the guards, so it should be sharp enough.
She placed the sword aside while she busied with the chains on her for a moment before freeing herself by pulling them apart. Nice to see my strength is coming back to me. No teleporting yet, though. Shame. She grabbed the sword again and walked out of her cell. "Good to be free at last, even if it was a little girl who saved me. We're not out of here yet, though." She wasn't staying to wait for the others and headed to where the guards had usually come from as she best remembered them coming from. She walked around, same looking hallways where she went. No way up, or at least not yet if there was.
She placed the sword aside while she busied with the chains on her for a moment before freeing herself by pulling them apart. Nice to see my strength is coming back to me. No teleporting yet, though. Shame. She grabbed the sword again and walked out of her cell. "Good to be free at last, even if it was a little girl who saved me. We're not out of here yet, though." She wasn't staying to wait for the others and headed to where the guards had usually come from as she best remembered them coming from. She walked around, same looking hallways where she went. No way up, or at least not yet if there was.
Working on a sheet, and I would just like to note that the super power "Hate Manipulation" might be the single most metal super power ever.
EDIT: Whoops! I was kind of late, and, well, just seemed to mess up. Sorry, guys, didn't mean to interrupt...
EDIT: Whoops! I was kind of late, and, well, just seemed to mess up. Sorry, guys, didn't mean to interrupt...