Some time had passed since the wardens first announced their close proximity to the prison. Artus was starting to doze off, and honestly it didn't seem like a such a bad idea. If he was going to die, he would want to make sure that he at least died peacefully. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the jerking of the carriage. Horses neighing could be heard coming from outside, which signalled the wardens to get up from their seats. "Oy, get up. We're here." With that, the carriage came to a transitional stop. Artus' heart began to beat faster. He wasn't sure what was in store for them, but he was a getting a feeling like hadn't gotten ever before. The wardens pulled a curtain from behind them, and stepped out of the carriage. "Get out, one at a time, hurry up." The wardens stood outside the carriage. Artus couldn't really see through the curtains, but after a few prisoners made their way out, Artus followed. He squinted as the outside light glared into his eyes. It had been a good few hours since he saw daylight, so it was becoming accustomed to seeing in the dark. "Alright, follow him in a single file line, and don't talk with each other." The warden pointed at an old man waiting outside the carriage. He was bald, and shirtless, and wore rags for pants. He was holding a spear similar to the wardens, probably for protection.

Artus took a look at his surroundings. They seemed to be in a mountainous area. It was barren, and rocky, a vicious river roared from a canyon nearby. Taking a look ahead, there was a rocky path that led to a rope bridge, which further led to a massive arched. stone gate with several torches on each side. Artus' stomach started to hurt. If one didn't know any better, they could easily be mistaken for the Gates of Hell. The group started to walk, following the old man along the path to the gates, with the wardens trekking close behind the bunch.


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After several minutes on walking, the moment Artus had been dreading was near. The gates loomed right on top of them, torches burning with bright pink colored flames. The gate itself was made of a light brown tinted stone, and had various markings on it, along with ineligible graffiti of sorts. Right past the gates was an incredibly large building. There was a large dome-shaped bulding right in front of the, which expanded around even further beyond the group's sight. This whole prison...it's in a mountain. The prison was also broken up into smaller buildings, some of which were located at higher elevations. The river continued to flow throughout the mountain and prison in a vicious torrent. The group walked closer to the first dome-shaped building in front of them, and through the entrance, which was carved into the building itself.

"Just over here." The old man said, nodding at the wardens. Artus looked around, and soon found out they were located in the center of some grand hall. Torches mounted the inside of the dome with markings next to them, along with small wooden bridges leading to various exits and entrances, which was most likely how the wardens got around.

"W-Wait, what's going to happen?" A prisoner spoke. He frantically looked around, as several other prison wardens surrounded the group. Without answer the old man started to chant, with the markings near the torches lighting up a vivid blue. Wardens surrounded the group, pointing their spears at them like they were some sort of animals. "What's going on?" another prisoner started to yell.

"We're sending you down..." A warden spoke, looking at the group with his spear pointed. He gestured his his head downwards. Artus had no clue what going 'down' meant, but could suddenly feel himself feeling woozy. What's going on...? His eyes were getting heavy, and he looked at the others and saw some of the other prisoners falling to the ground. ...what the... Artus was trying his hardest not to fall asleep, but soon found himself falling to the ground, finally drifting off.

Grazel Cyrus
Episode 1: Reign Of Diaz

Artus slowly opened his eyes, head aching for a rather odd reason. What the... He was lying on his side, on a rocky, yet dirty ground. his vision was blurry from his slumber, but after a few refresher blinks, his vision became clear. He clutched his head from the pain and got up, stumbling a bit, leaning agains the wall. He took a quick look at his surroundings. It was dark and rocky, and he seemed to be in a cave-like room. In front of them, was a corridor covered in darkness, with the only light coming form the room itself from mounted torches on the wall. Artus looked up at the ceiling, which was also covered in darkness, which meant that they were probably dropped from some sort of trap door or something of the like. He shook his head one final time to wake himself up. "Hey...get up." He raised his voice as he looked at the others who were lying down. He was seriously debating about just leaving them here, but he knew it would be better to stick together. A bald, slightly elder man got up form the ground groaning.

"Where...are we? Dead?" He said, struggling to get up. Artus continued to observe his surroundings.

"Apparently not..." Artus responded. "They dumped us in some sort of underground chamber...they didn't kill us after all." Artus gave a sigh of relief. The older man was about to speak, until Artus talked over him. "We should stick together though..." Artus pointed at the group, waiting for them to get up, as he sat down on the ground.


((OOC: Alright, so pretty much our characters have been dumped into the prison's underground chambers. Your character is with their respective groups, and will try to venture around trying to find their way out. Keep in mind, finding various prisoners is possible, but no guards are down here, as well as animals. I will also help along the way if you need guidance and whatnot.))

Grazel Cyrus
Episode 1: Reign Of Diaz

Gaston Ceruleus - Dungeons

Gaston' eyes slowly opened and the view that they took in displeased him. He was laying down on the floor of a dungeon or prison or something. As he slowly got to his feet, gaining his bearings again, he brushed himself off and noticed with shock that his wristbands are gone! Where were they? Did someone take them off of him before throwing him down here? He HAD to find them! First things first, though...he had to get out of there somehow.

That was when he noticed that there were others near him. A few others were thrown down here, too, it seemed. Was this all coincidence? Or was this something else entirely? It seemed that they were huddling into a group. Maybe they were planning an escape...if they were, Gaston figured, maybe he could help out. Then he could find what he lost. He made sure his mask was on and adjusted so it wouldn't slip and slowly approached the group.


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Malik Augustus

A woman's voice roused Malik from his fitful sleep. "H-hey! Is anyone else awake?"

Grunting from the pain of attempting to rise, he heard a man's voice next. "I am there! A little sore but I'm alive. How are you?"

Looks like I'm not here alone, Malik thought. Now, to figure out where 'here' is! He opened his eyes, wincing. His whole body hurt. They must have beat him up pretty badly to make him hurt this much. Even opening his eyes made him grimace. He moved to get a better image. Ow. That hurt too.

He appeared to be in a dungeon or prison of some kind, and from what he could see there weren't any guards around. There were some people around him, in various states of awakening. "I'm here as well. Though my head hurts like the blazes. I'm Malik, by the way."

It wasn't long before the others were up and about. Artus stood there listening to the old man, who was busy whimpering away at their current situation. However, Artus was more focused on the people who seemingly gathered around like they were about to discuss something important. He looked around to glance at everyone. There the 'Lord' Grazel as he was called, some guy with a mask, and the ghostly looking man along with the old man, a lady and young boy. "Guys, we need to get out!" The old man yelled frantically, pointing into the darkness of the corridor in front of the group. Artus was incredibly uneasy about venturing around this chamber, but it was either that, or they just stood around until they died of starvation or dehydration. "C'mon, what're we waiting for?!" The old man kept pointing at the corridor.

"Oy, just shut up old man." Artus said. He wasn't usually this upfront about things, but this situation was different. It was literally life or death, and he didn't want the latter. The man immediately stopped talking as soon as Artus commanded him to. "..But he's right. I, for one, am not staying around here. And I'm pretty sure unless you guys want to rip each other up for food, I think you may want to come as well." Artus walked past the group towards the dark path, and turned around. "See? It's nothing. As long as we stick together, we'll be good." Artus could feel a little bit of his mana regenerating, but it would still take a little more time for him to fully recover, and that's assuming he wouldn't put any overexertion on his abilities. However, any mana was better than nothing, and he was certainly not going to waste it on protecting others when he could just defend himself. "So shall we go? Or do you have any better ideas?" He asked the group.

Gaston Ceruleus - One way out?

As Gaston came up, he felt the cold stare of someone nearby. Another prisoner in here gave him a look of distrust, which was something other people usually did to him in his presence. He simply shrugged it off, knowing he'd prove himself later...after their escape. Another man in the group pointed towards a dark path, which seemed to be a way out. Not wanting to stand around any further, Gaston simply walked past the group into the corridor to scout ahead.

He slowly walked as he kept a hand on the dirt-and-mold covered wall, feeling around for traps, which there was none. He kept moving until he got to the corner, where he immediately crouched down. He slowly peeked around the corner to see...nothing. No guards, nobody was down here...or were they? Further down, he thought he could hear other voices. They seemed friendly enough, so it surely couldn't be soldiers. Maybe other prisoners? Gaston turned to look back down the dark corridor he just walked down and simply summoned a small fireball to help others see. He made a motion with his free hand, trying to say it was clear.


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Grazel Cyrus
Episode 1: Reign Of Diaz

The masked walked right past Artus, towards the dark corridor. Artus just watched, as the man had come back, motioning the group that the coast was clear. He conjured up a small fireball as he lit the way ahead of the group. Alright then, let's get going. As the group slowly started to move, Artus took a look back. He saw Grazel talking with a woman in the back, until he looked at Artus and spoke. "Then let us go, I'm sure they didn't throw us down here just to get knots on our heads. Its probably best if we don't wait." Artus didn't speak, but rather just nodded. He looked at ghost of a man who spoke earlier about leaving, and nodded his head motioning him to let him know they were leaving. As the group started to walk into the darkness, Grazel also illuminated the way with some yellow light.
"The path is dark so I will lead the way." He walked over to Artus, who was still near the middle of the group as they continued to walk amidst the darkness. The light made it easier to see, but there honestly wasn't much to see, other than the rocky walls they were walking through. "I'm sure you feel it too but this isn't over. Whatever they are planning, its much more than just holding us here. I would prefer if you were to walk with me and provide support in case something was to happen. " Grazel looked behind at the group. "They need leaders and I think if we work together we can give them that."

Artus honestly had no intention of saving anyone other than himself. This is wasn't a place where we has willing to just risk himself for others, especially those he did not know. "You're right about them not killing us...they must have something bigger planned in the long run." Artus took a pause. "..But I don't think I could be a good leader." He frowned slightly, looking at the different people in the group. Why him? Surely there could be others more capable of this 'leader' role. He leaned over to Grazel. "Honestly, you're gonna risk your life for them? I'm not forcing you to do anything, but if I were you I'd work on saving my own a*s first before saving anyone else. Half of these people look shady." He whispered into Grazel's ear, pointing at the masked man ahead of them, and nodded towards the ghostly-looking man. He looked at Grazel in the eyes, before looking back ahead. "Like I said, I'm just telling you what is best."

Malik Augustus

"I'm probably gonna die and I'm thinking of women. Just great,"Said a man, rising from the floor. He started to walk towards Asilsa. "You shouldn't rush like this, it might be an ambush. I'll go scout I think. I have no problems dying since I have nothing to achieve and no one waiting for me but I won't let you guys die. Not as long as I'm alive."

Malik stood as well, mentally checking his mana levels. They were only back slightly, just enough to cast the most basic of spells. Still, no use wasting what little he had. "I'll come with you," Malik said, his usually deep voice a little shaky after having just awoken out of unconsciousness. "In fact, we might as well all come. Sure, we might be ambushed, but its better if we stick together so that we can protect each other. No use saving one of us only to have yourself get injured."