The judge used his telekinetic spell to bring the stack of pages over. "Mr. Crown," the judge said to the necromancer in chains at the other end of the room, "after examining the evidence, the court deems you guilty. You had no right to be using necromancy, and you certainly shouldn't have used it in an attempt to capture the kingdom. You will now go and be forced to live the rest of your life in the Mana Cage. Any final words before leaving?"
Mr. Crown smiled. "Yes," he said, "when I get out, I will kill you all."
The judge frowned. "I see only one flaw in that plan: you won't be getting out. Take him away!" A bunch of men in crystal armor grabbed Mr. Crown and took him to the carrage.
It was only a few days before they arrived. The carrage pulled up in front of the enormous prison, were the most dangerous magicians were kept. The crystal knights through Mr. Crown into the building, then shut the gates. Mr. Crown stood up and looked around. A bunch of guards walked over to him. "Come with us," they said, "it's time you see your new home."

The World

Othlond was in turmoil before the Mana Cage was built. Because of the fact that they had no place to keep dark sorcerers, they had to kill anyone who was practicing dark magic rather than lock them away. Which was rather unfortunate, because some of the people practicing dark magic had to be killed even if they didn't do anything wrong.
That was why they built the Mana Cage.
The Mana Cage was an enormous prison that was charmed so that you couldn't use magic in it. That way, they could keep prisoners in the Mana Cage rather than kill them. Peace was finally restored. People were a lot calmer when there weren't violent executions daily. Of course, now it's time for a new batch of prisoners to be thrown inside.

Your Role
As some of you may have guessed, you don't play as a guard of the Mana Cage, nor a civilian, or even one of those crystal knights you saw earlier. You play as one of the most recent prisoners in the Mana Cage. You play as someone who was practicing dark magic, or maybe even just someone who commited a regular crime and was locked in because you knew magic. The choice is yours.

THE AMIGHTY IC http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=337672

Rules

-No godmodding, bunnying, or being a jerk
-No making your character a mary stu
-I get this is a prison, but please don't pick a less appropriate crime. This is still a T rated RP.
-Please don't swear excessively. A little language is allowed, but don't go overboard.
-Don't kill players. A bit of fighting is allowed to. Just no murder without permission.
-If you decide to quit, please don't tell anyone but me, and we can arrange a surprising death.
-After five in game days, no more people are allowed to join.
-Add this password to your SU somewhere: "We're all mad here."
-If you stay offline for excessive amounts of time, or you stall the RP, I will either bunny your character out of the way or kick you out of the RP (i.e. I'll kill you off).
-The guards are controlable NPCs.
-You can't use magic. Note that I said that magic is blocked.
-I don't care who you are. You are welcome here.

Players

1. Nidoking76
2. Yet Another Logical Cabbage
3. Glyph Reader
4. Manadhon
5. RejectionTheHedgie
6. Godzil
7. Nyx Shooter
8. CorruptedLicht
9. oreo101506
10. Judge Mandalore Shepherd (reserved)
11. H.A.N. (reserved)

"Raffolk Cyne," said the judge, "we have examined the evidence. We have multiple people accusing you of the use of dark alchemy, and we know a Void Man was summoned by it's use. So, we ask you this Cyne, did you, or did you not, use dark alchemy?"
Cyne smiled. Not a sinister smile, or an evil grin, just a normal, cheerful smile. "Yes sir," Cyne said in a chipper voice.
The judge sighed. He really didn't think that this man could be even remotely guilty. He seemed to have a few mental disorders, and didn't seem to terrible. However, he was guilty, he himself confessed it. And so, Jarold Walling, the judge, had to do his job.
"Well then," the Jarold said, "you are guilty of using dark alchemy. The court has no choice but to sentence you to live a 2-month long sentence in the Mana Cage. Do you have anything to say Raff?"
"Can I keep my book?" Cyne said.
Jarold blinked. "Excuse me?"
Cyne dragged a massive book onto the table. The book was labeled, "Dark Alchemy: Madness is an Art".
Jarold paled. "Fine. You can bring your 'book' to the Mana Cage. But be warned, if you are caught using that twisted magic again, we'll increase your sentence. Now, take him away."
A number of men in crystal armor walked over to him, and escorted him to his carriage.

Cyne sat smiling in the carriage, watching out the window. There were a number of other prisioners within the carriage, but Cyne just ignored them. He lifted up his book and started reading it. Although the prisoners gave him odd looks, none of them had the balls to say an eight foot tall badass couldn't read his book.
"We're here," one of the guards said.
Cyne made a large, cheesy grin, and walked out of his carriage.
The inside of the Mana Cage looked, well, surprisingly it looked beautiful. The walls glistened as an after effect of the magic spell that sealed the prison. There were hundreds of people walking around within, and an enormous amount of guards and stone golems to make sure a riot didn't happen. The sun shined bright through the crystal roof, and the floor and tables were surprisingly clean. Cyne smiled. The other prisoners, however, didn't seem so happy for some reason.
A guard walked over to them. He handed them each a card that had a list of schedules, jobs, and room numbers. "Each of those say where you need to go and sleep at night. Read them carefully," said the guard. Cyne smiled and walked to his room.






Now, that's the first post. Basically, what you need to do to start is simply walk in and introduce yourself to other players, go to your cell, take a look around, etc. Hope that helps :)

As the officers dragged Tesserain into the court handcuffed, she smirked and the jury that were already whispering. They were probably saying to themselves, how can an innocent looking girl like that could torture her parents by kidnapping them, especially using dark magic? How could someone like that be so cruel? Maybe they did something to her before? Chatter began to sprout from the people present as they pointed and looked in awe at her. She watched everything happen in front of her emotionless. Just because she looked innocent does not mean she wants to be so. She was taken to stand next to her lawyer, who was probably the only person that knew who she was. After all, his job was to defend her. She looked at the other side, and saw her prosecutors, who today stand as her enemy. As more chatter came upon the court, Tesserain sighed.

"You know," her lawyer whispered to her. "Everyone thinks your innocent. Use that to your advantage if you don't want to stay in the Mana Cage forever. Lying won't be hard in this case."

She sighed even more. It would be beneficial to manipulate them; the odds after all were all in her favor. But, she decided, staying in the Mana Cage won't be all that bad. After all, she was sort of curious of what was that place all about. Sure it could block out her magic, but that's not the only thing she had. Before she could say something, the judge had strolled in and instantly grabbed his hammer and slammed it to silence everyone.

"So Miss Kendra, can you remind everyone why we are here today?"

The prosecutor rose and jumped into the summary of the whole case; Tesserain Barren, a young 20 year-old girl, kidnapped her own parents to torture them with dark magic, apparently for fun. Then she held pictures, showing marks of burning on Mrs. and Mr. Barren skin. Then she called upon a witness to testify. At that point, Tesserain yawned loudly to show that this situation caused her no worry. The prosecutor gave her a glare, she looked up at her desk and paper flew towards her. She stared to grunt, and Tesserain allowed a huge grin splatter across her face. The judge slammed his hammer, and she stopped her magic. She looked at the judge and shrugged her shoulders.

"What? Everything is getting boring. Can't we cut to the chase?"

The judge looked irritated and glare. Then he spoke with pride.

"Fine Miss Barren. If you are so bored, how does a decade sound in the Mana Cage?"

"I'm pretty sure you can do better than that," Tesserain spoke in mockery.

Both her lawyer and the judge glared at her in unison. She shrugged again and decided to twirl her hair around. This isn't exactly a very controversial event in my life, she thought.

"Mockery it is then? I hereby declare you guilty of not only kidnapping your parents, torturing them with dark magic, but also for disrespecting the authority."

"Sure," Tesserain sing sung. "What grand authority I got stuck with."

He seemed to have exploded because his face was red, his eyes enraged, and his mouth looked like it tasted something bitter.

"I sentence you to the Mana Cage for life! How does that sound?"

She shrugged her shoulders and pretended to look hurt.

"Oh no," she said, putting a hand on her forehead. "I'm so doomed!"

She then laughed to herself and then you could see the coldness in her eyes.

"Bring it on," Tesserain said with a caliber voice.

Gurthang

---

"May this so-called 'Iron of Death' rise for the court?"

A shackled figure stood up, and stared somewhat lazily at the judge. His red eyes belied a feeling of utter amusement, overshadowed by pure, unadulterated rage.

"In light of your previous, vividly described crimes," the judge shuddered as he said this, "you are hereby found guilty of crimes against humanity and sentenced to life in the Mana Cage."

A sadistic smile began to creep on the figure's face.

"Do you have any final words before departure, Eöl?"

Eöl's smile intensified.

"The black wind howls."

The judge raised an eyebrow, but waved the statement off as the ramblings of a madman. A quick gesture signalled the crystal clad guards, who dragged this particular madman away. Under his breath Eöl muttered:

"You're all next. It has foretold such."

---

The ride in the carriage was an unpleasant one, full of fearful looks and bumpy roads. Many of the other prisoners shied away from Eöl, who simply frowned in all response. He took to ignoring them, and instead thought back to his poor suit. It was sullied now, and unfit for wearing. The left pant leg was torn, and one of his gloves was missing.

"What a pity," he thought.

The rest of the journey flew by thereon. A passersby became a blur in the eyes of Eöl. Homes were but another part of the scenery, and it was not until arriving at the Mana Cage did his vision refocus. He breathed a sigh of relief as a guard rounded the inmates up, and led them into the structure. Whispers could be heard as Eöl walked in:

"It's Gurthang!"

"What's with that scythe tattoo on his neck?"

"I've heard of this guy. He reanimated somebody's kid awhile back."

"I heard he flayed a client that refused to pay him."

"I could really go for a salami sandwich right now."

A card was stuffed into Eöl's hands, not that he really cared. This, mana "cage" as they called it, was but another playground in the eyes of this monster. Even without his magic, Eöl was a force to be reckoned with, and now, here was his oyster.

Cyne walked around the main hall. It was huge, he had never lived anywhere so... big. Maybe it was just him. The other people didn't seem to like it so much though.
"Hey," Cyne turned around to see a guard. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?" Cyne asked.
"I heard you were locked up for use of dark alchemy," the guard said. "Did you really do it?"
"Yeah," Cyne replied. "I don't know why you're asking, to be honest."
"Hell, I don't know why," the guard replied. "You just seem so... cheerful. You hae such an honest face as well, I just have trouble seeing you using that corrupted art."
Cyne raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever seen a criminal with a dishonest face?"
The guard smiled. "I've seen everything. Anyway, you should probably check out your cell."
Cyne smiled and waved, and walked towards his room.

For starters, the bed was to small.
Next, there was a crack in the wall
A bent bar on the door
and there was a number of cobwebs in the area. Time to do a routine cleaning.

In the courtroom he appeared once again, twice in the same day now. Before he would have at least had the decency to walk with his own two limbs, however, he ended up being quite a handful:

“Abomination”, they called him for he did not reveal a name. “For being forged of black mag-“, before the man could finish his sentence the creature lit up with passion. He pushed and shoved his way away from the guards, bashed them on their heads with his tied fists, and had another in a choke hold tearing his ear off with his teeth.

Taking better precaution the courtroom had decided it best to strap him down in an upright stretcher, straight jacket, and mask. Otherwise they would have to pay for more medical expenses for the guards. Noticeably the guards still stood a good few feet away from him for extra measure.

“Now, let’s try this again shall we?” He whispered under his breath, “Cretin.” He then cleared his throat and started again, “Abomination. The court finds you guilty of being an abomination created from dark magics, abduction, use of dark magic to create lesser abominations, using dark magics to imprison victims against their will, and as an abomination assaulting courtroom personnel. I hereby sentence you to the Mana Cage and we will conduct further investigation as to your creation and crimes. Any last words?”

The blond merely shook his body with laughter. His last command was to obliterate himself before any examinations could take place. That was exactly what he was determined to do in the cell.


Inside the carriage he was placed, still strapped and gagged. The driver and guards had heard about its early incident and didn’t want to be another victim. Off they road while the monster chortled the entire way. He couldn’t do much else with the gag and mask.

After the ride he was taken out and allowed to walk on his own two shoes again. He didn’t try to run this time or even give the guards a hard time. He had his mission and that’s all that mattered now.

Then suddenly as they entered through the barrier the humanoid beast felt its windpipes collapse. Like a dead Bambie his legs twisted together as a pretzel and he flopped to the ground. Paramedics were called but they were unable to find a pulse, or even determine if the abomination was created with one. They checked over its body but were unable to find any signs to indicate life. After a short discussion they decided to hold the stitched up vessel in a cell anyway, at least for a few days. Then perhaps, after assessing that they decided it didn’t bear life, they would tear it open and find the source of its creation.


And that is how we find our little misfit. He is propped up in the corner of a cell, head bent, and limbs askew like a straw doll or scarecrow. The gag, mask, and restraints were removed leaving only its clothes and ear cuff. Suddenly the still object took in a large gasp of air and the back of its head smacked into the wall behind him.

The beast man looked around curiously, noticing the gleam of the cell. He cocked his head to the side, overwhelmed and confused. The doll man had been left for dead for two full days. Now suddenly the empty cadaver drew life. He looked down at his arms and hands, watching his fingers slowly flex. Then he glanced down at his feet moving his ankles to and fro.

He leapt up, like a spider with his long limbs. His head turned slowly, eyes scrutinizing the entire area. “Where is I?” He took long unsteady strides to the front of his cage. Eyes were opened far too wide as he gazed at everything and everyone around. “Where is maker?”

Clarification for the younger audience: Dementia isn't a person, dementia is a disease which severely inflicts the brain, incapacitating the person's capability to think reasonably.



Court Case 49405AZ
Prosecutor: Judge Mandalore
Defendant: Keiiah
Verdict: Guilty, sentenced to lifetime in prison
Full Court Event:

“Keiiah, do you deny the fact of being a serial killer?”
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary… No Mr Funny Hair, I do not deny killing filth.”
“Are you aware of the consequences for killing:
Sarah ████
Emery █████
John ███
and many more whose identity was masked to your brutality?”
“Mr Funny Hair, I went to jail many-a-times. I got out of jail, and every single time I got out I would kill the Funny Hair guy who sent me there.”
“Keiiah I sentence you to a lifetime in the MANA CAGE for manslaughter, and threatening an official.”
*Witnesses testify to a giggle, yet the girl did not open her mouth*
“Ok Mr. Funny Hair, see you in a few months.”
*The jury confirmed that she was skipping out of the courtroom singing a odd jingle about slaughtering the scourge of this earth.*


A small, cozy carriage was taking her across the country-side. She was brandishing her simple void black knife which had an essence of an undead witch, or so the legend went. She saw the eyes of Emery inside of her knife, the eyes looked back at her. “Sing song, sing along. Sing with me Emery… Mary had a little lamb… her fleece was bloody red… and everyone that Mary killed… The lamb was sure to grow…” she said as she continued her small little twisted version of Mary had a Little Lamb. She arrived at the mana cage between night and noon. She saw large golem guards, they had a interestingly menacing look about them. She wondered if they had a soul. She walked past them, skipping and striding in her barefeet. The place was a lot bigger than her parents’ house, she wondered how many bodies she could stack in here.

After wandering around Keiiah found a small, cozy, quaint little library with nice mosaics and a very large assortment of books. She picked out a book and continued reading it, all the while with her knife between her fingers.

In the court room, Judge Perry was presiding, black robes freshly pressed. A peppered mustache rested under his bulbous nose, and wisps of hair were combed neatly to the side. Judge Perry's lips were pursed and his brow furrowed as he stared at the defendant.

The man before him was tall --- not like that eight foot behemoth earlier, but closer to six feet. A black cloak mostly covered the nearly naked man. Perry couldn't help but feel disgusted as he looked upon the defendant; however, it was not his near nakedness that disturbed him, but rather his charred skin. Not only was the defendant's body charred in various patches, it was completely hairless besides his thick eyebrows. Add in his lopsided proportions, and you had quite the disturbing sight.

Courtroom B was silent, excepting the occasional cough and scuffle of feet. Giving a cough of his own, Judge Perry stated, in a somewhat gruff voice, "Serafin, your crime was despicable. We have examined the evidence, and the court has found you guilty of burning down the Othlond Charity Hospital." Judge Perry raised a thin eyebrow. "Any last words?"

Everyone in the courtroom looked at the defendant, wondering what he would say. Throughout the entire trial, Serafin said nothing; no declarations of guilt or innocence, nor any banter between him and the witnesses or judge. One couldn't help but be curious at this point.

With a stone cold expression, Serafin spoke --- nay, shouted --- in a deep and gravelly tone. "The fire may have been stamped out, but the fire burns on within me!"

People in the courtroom began to chatter, mostly unsettled. Perry took his gavel in hand, and smashed it down. "Order in the court!" Perry looked across the room with a stern gaze. "I sentence you, Serafin, for fifty years in the Mana Cage. Furthermore, Serafin is to be prevented from accessing easily flammable substances when possible. Take him away."

With that, Serafin was taken out of court, and into the carriage with the other prisoners.


'Fire. My sweet love...' All he could think was this, over and over and over again. Serafin didn't look around the carriage --- why would he? Nothing could compare to his love. He supposed that they didn't care either; none of them tried to talk to him, and he didn't want to talk to them.

Perfect.

Serafin was sitting in the corner seat, his cloak covering his body. He could sense the anti-magic barrier getting closer with every bump and bustling of the carriage. Underneath the cloak, he stroked his arm, which had a peculiar patch of skin. Not only was this patch of skin charred, it was glowing with an ethereal fire. Serafin knew he couldn't keep his fire with him. The moment the barrier passes over them, the flame would go out, and he would be alone.

The dark flames caressed his calloused fingers, curling around them in a lover's grip. Serafin grimaced, allowing his face to express emotion freely for the first time since his trial. In any moment, the barrier was going to---. The charred man could feel his love being extinguished from his skin, torn away like a band-aid. He knew it would hurt, but not like this. Despite his lack of care for the others, he was glad that he covered himself from sight. He had to be strong. He had to fulfill his promise.

The world had to burn.

The bored-looking judge turns the page of the book he was reading, glancing up at the courtroom. "Do you have any last words before I pass my sentence, Mr. Six Ale?"

The defendant, Mahad Sixale, rises, smoothing his dark suit. "Firstly, it is pronounced 'Six-AH-lay'. And I would ask your honor if my actions truly constitute a crime. Is a man not entitled to provide for himself and his own, in any way necessary? And is he not allowed to defend himself when his very life is threatened?"

The judge looks up from hid book in disbelief. "Sir, you broke into a storeroom and stole three months worth of food. And when you were caught, red handed I remind you, you summoned demons to fight your way out of town, leaving three guards and twelve civilians injured, and one man dead. Do you really claim this was self defense?"

Mahad puts a hand to his chest, attempting to look innocent and shocked at the accusation. "They had weapons drawn, and I had none, not even a dagger or a pointed stick! And just because my pets are scaly, winged creatures that reside in a parallel dimensional plane doesn't mean they are evil demons! And I wouldn't have to steal and defend myself if the Academy would take my life's work seriously and pay me for my research."

The judge shakes his head, tired of dealing with this man. "For your crimes of breaking and entering, trespassing, theft, assault and manslaughter, aided by Dark Magic, I hereby sentence you to 15 years in the Mana Cage, with no chance for early release." He bangs his gavel, signalling the guards to take Mahad away.

Mahad struggles as he is escorted out of the courtroom, protesting the injustice of the situation. He sinks into a surly silence after being taken to the Mana Cage, not even bothering to note the splendor of his new home. If half the tales of prison he had heard were true, he would need all his considerable intellect to survive. Preferably by gaining dome large allies to protect him.

Domo analyzed the cage thoroughly, noting its dirtiness as well as the escape route. He pushed open the cage door while his shoulders slumped. The world outside seemed much grander and more unfamiliar, than that of in the cage. He instantly cowered, clutching the doorway. He felt the whole prison was swallowing him up.

“Ma-ker…”, he mumbled to himself as he unwound the tightness in his muscles. Standing up tall he strode creakily out of the doorway and into the larger pen. All around him were cages, but no one inside led him to believe that they were his true creator. He paused momentarily outside the door of a man much larger than himself. The ogre of a man was tidying his room and the scarecrow crept past him.

Domo was all legs and arms. He seemed to walk as creepily as a spider despite missing the other two pairs of spindly legs. His eyes were solid and did not reflect the world around him nor did it lead into his soul. Rather, they seemed to be painted marbles sliding around beneath potato sack skin. Unknown to him the creature wandered towards the direction of the library with his shoulders slumped but ears perked.

A massive stone golem smashed it's hammer against a bell. "Time to eat," called out a warden. "It's lunchtime, it's lunchtime! Go to the canteen to avoid disappointment!"


Cyne peaked his head up. He was hungry. It was time to get something to eat. Cyne walked towards the canteen, and moved towards the counter. I wonder what's for lunch? Cyne thought. Hopefully something good.
Cyne walked towards the counter. Before he could get there, however, a guard walked over to him. "Hey," the guard said, "would you mind serving up the food?"
"No, not really," Cyne replied.
"Good," said the guard. "Just put the soup on the plate of anyone who comes over."
Cyne shrugged. "Okay then. Doesn't seem so hard."
Indeed, it wasn't hard at all. He didn't even feel uncomfortable giving food to anyone. All except for... one person. The man came over with a twisted smile, and a massive scar on his face. Cyne only felt uncomfortable around him because he was Mr. Crown. Crown smiled, and pushed a piece of paper towards Cyne. Then, he simply winked, and walked away with his food. Cyne pocketed the note.

Serafin could hardly remember what had happened after the carriage crossed the barrier. All he knew was that his fire was out of reach, and that he was in a cell. The walls weren't the most inspiring; drab gray concrete with the occasional spider web crack on the walls to break the monotony. Following a similar trend, the floors were large slabs of concrete laid down accordingly. Serafin couldn't help but stare at his mattress, imagining the smoke and the glorious wisps of flame that could be made with its burni-.

Interrupting his thoughts, a loud ringing pulsed through the air. "Time to eat," called out what must had been a warden. "It's lunchtime, it's lunchtime! Go to the canteen to avoid disappointment!

'Lunch?' wondered the burnt man. 'Why should I bother.' With his mind set, Serafin laid on mattress. 'Such wasted potential,' he scoffed.

Not even a minute had passed before a guard came by, a scowl set deep on his aging face. "Prisoner, lunchtime has started. You need to go to the canteen." Seeing no response from Serafin, the guard, with a sigh and a baton in hand, smacked the bars a couple of times. "Come on! You don't have a choice. We don't have all day!"

Serafin simply laid there, unresponsive to the guard's orders. Just as the guard was ready to get assistance, he heard the prisoner's mattress groan as Serafin stood up. "Fine," he growled. He stood there, unmoving.

"About time." The guard, whose name was Jeff as stated on his ID badge, opened the door and led Serafin to the Canteen.


The Canteen was filled to the brim, people chattering and bustling around. Like the rest of the prison, things were made up of plain colors; however, the sea of prisoners more than made up for the limited color palate. Nearby, the meal counter que was empty, lunchtime partway complete. With his usual demenor of stone, Serafin walked up to the counter where a large man stood, with a laddle in hand. Rather than speaking, Serafin just stood there, lunch tray in hand, simply staring into the man's eyes.

Mahad had been pacing the inside of his cell, considering methods of escape, when he heard the bell ring. He looks around warily, when he hears the warden announce it's time for lunch. "Finally! I half thought they intended to starve us!"

A guard comes along to escort him to the canteen. Mahad goes quietly, sniffing the air in anticipation. The guard shoves him, urging him to walk faster. "Say, that doesn't smell too bad. Smells like... tacos. Is it Taco Tuesday?"

It wasn't. Mahad sees another inmate pass by with a plate, slightly disappointed that its just some slop. It may have smelled good, but it looked grey and unappetizing. "Ugh! Who made that... gruel? It looks repulsive!" He scowls at the kitchen, when he notices the giant Cyne serving food. He immediately changes his tune, afraid of insulting the large man. "I-I mean... I'm sure it tastes better than it looks..." He avoids the man's gaze, scurrying off with his plate.

He really needed some friends. Preferably big ones.

"Are you Mr. Axwin Skyfall?"
"Yes."
"Did you or did you not use a ritual to summon a griffin?"
The tone in the voice of the judge clarified there was no chance of negotiation. There seemed even a reasonable chance his sentence would increase when he denied this statement.
"Yes."
"You know what a creature of such size could cause, don't you, Mr. Skyfall?"
Axwin knew that quite well, he hadn't planned to do any harm with this one, even if his ritual hadn't been interrupted. Was it his fault his hobby was illegal? Yes, it probably was, whose fault could it be otherwise? At this moment he wished his hobby was collecting ancient vases, except for the fact that this might be the most boring activity he could think of.
"Yes, I do."
"Good, then I keep it short. You'll be sentenced to stay in the Mana Cage for ten years. Anything to say?"
Axwin asked if he could keep his Manual of herbs: their habitat and powers, which he could. What they didn't know was that Axwin added twenty pages which he enchanted that they stayed unnoticeable to anyone but him, unless they knew of this for some reason. He used these pages to make notes of his created and improved rituals.

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So this was the Mana Cage? From the outside it looked like a regular prison, but there must be some invisible anti-magic field. When Axwin entered one of the accompanying guards removed his handcuffs. It appeared to be lunchtime. Everyone gathered in the hall. This didn't seem so bad, he just arrived and got a free lunch already and it looked somewhat sociable here. His cheerfulness disappeared when he saw what's for lunch. "Lunch can wait, I first need to check something." Axwin said to himself. He looked at the hidden pages in his book, the enchantment seemed to lost its effect. So even magic set before is blocked in here. Interesting, Axwin thought, and then: I must get out of here.

Cyne kept serving food. It wasn't that hard, nor difficult. Occasionally, however, he met a less-grateful prisoner. "Ugh, who made this... gruel? It looks repulsive!?" The man then noticed that the man serving food was 8 feet tall and had a hand made of stone, and he immediately changed his manners.

Of course, some of the prisoners were just plain creepy. One of them was a large and repulsive man who just... stared at Cyne. "Ummmm..." Cyne started, "Would you like something to eat?" He cautiously said while waving his stone hand at him.

For Tesserain, these two weeks in the Mana Cage haven't been all that bad. Sure the place needed better cooks, but it was something she had to live with; after all, this was her new home for life. Even worse, the walls around her prevented her from using her dark magic. Of course sleep wasn't a pleasant thing for Tesserain, but she managed to find a way to fight sleep. Although today, she woke up from a guard banging her cage. She let out a groan, and apparently she was still sore from yesterday's fight with some buffer girls in there. She barely won, but took quite a beating.

"Get up you shank. Go eat before I decide it's best you stay in here."

What Tesserain really wanted to do was snap that guard's neck, but she wouldn't be gaining much from that. As she got up, the guard opened the gate and escorted her down to the cafeteria. As she walked in, she saw the girl she beat up yesterday, with a black eye, a very scarred cheek, and bandages that failed to cover up whatever damage she did to her. Some of her friends rose up to face Tesserain and walked up slowly to her.

"Well well, if it isn't good old Stone-face." All of them snickered at the same time.

"Well it's just Stone if you don't mind," said Tesserain back, looking at them like yesterday's lunch.

"Shut your face up," said one with mousy brown hair. "You sick ugly-"

Whatever she was going to say was lost as Tesserain's fist connected with her jaw. She gasped as she fell down.

"Say Stone."

The one on the floor laughed and tried to grab Tesserain by the leg, but she kicked her in the face. She howled in pain. Her friends tried helping her as they grabbed Tesserain and did a lock on her, but she jabbed her elbows to get out. Grunting, she let herself get crazy and try to lift up the girl on the floor. The others kept Tesserain back.

"We could have been alleys Stone." Tesserain turned around to see the girl she beat up yesterday, Helga, talk. "But messing with us was a mistake pesky girl. Let's take care of this later before you get us all in trouble."

She really wanted to say something else, but Tesserain stopped herself. Maybe she should fight in the cage, where more people will be attentive to details of her. Everyone will see this. Without a word, Tesserain brushed her shoulders and walked away to the lunchline. As she got her food, she looked at it with disgust. She looked at the man who served it.

"Do you have anything better in the menu? And I'm not taking no as an answer."

She glared at the man and waited for his response.

As Serafin expected, the man was rather confused by his behavior.

"Ummmm," the large man began. "Would you like something to eat?" His voice and gestured hand reflected a cautious attitude.

'Rather gentle for one so large.' Serafin grinned, showing a broken set of teeth to the man in front of him. Before he could say a word, a woman walked up to the counter as if Serafin wasn't there and growled in disgust at the food.

"Do you have anything better in the menu? And I'm not taking no as an answer." She glared at the man behind the counter. Obviously this wasn't the happiest of days for her.

Continuing to grin, Serafin leaned in towards the woman and the counter, all the while keeping eye contact with the man behind the counter. "I will have what she is having," he sneered, his grin extending, "except, have it scalding hot."

Gurthang

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Eöl sauntered into the canteen. The very idea of eating anything here was rather unappealing, and this only fueled his undying frown. He stared lazily for a bit, and soon found himself in the presence of most every other prisoner. A quick sniff revealed the repulsive odor of some ungodly gruel, to which Eöl's nose wrinkled at.

"Joy..."

As one might have guessed, Eöl was a bit of a gourmet. He partook in fine dining (perhaps the only thing he found other people useful for) whenever possible, and in fact was arrested during a particularly nice meal. The lingering impression of the dessert, a rich, decadent honey cake, only fouled his mood further. On a minor note, this accounted for Eöl being in a suit, not that it really mattered anymore. One might be more worried about the man starving himself in bitter retaliation, than over the desecration of delicious, tantalizing, mouthwatering honey cake.

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The server was a monstrous thing, towering over even Eöl. They were more preoccupied with a bold girl though, and impetuous at that.

"Do you have anything better in the menu? And I'm not taking no as an answer."

Eöl examined her, and came to a subtle conclusion: she was a greenhorn. Someone else chimed in, and Eöl could only lightly shake him head. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't try and anger that behemoth, but then again, how many of them were truly right in the mind?

Axwin decided he'd still take a lunch. There seemed some commotion by serving of the food. A women of about twenty years asked for something else to eat, however 'asked' might not be right word, 'demanded' would fit better. She had guts, the serving man was a lot taller than her and had a weird stone hand with some runes on it. Axwin could read runes just a bit but couldn't figure out anything of these.
This might take a while. Axwin thought, being happy he had a decent breakfast this morning. The row wasn't very long, apart from the woman, two man, both of a age of thirty-five, stood waiting. He wondered if they were in for a talk.

A rather small menu

Cyne didn't know what to say to that. "I'm afraid you have to take no as an answer. The only people who get something different to eat are the guards, and that's only because they're armed and can defend it." Cyne scooped some of the grey mush into bowl and handed it to the girl. "Here. I didn't put much in." He handed another bowl to the Crooked Man. "Here's your 'what she's having'." Cyne stood for a second. "Actually," he said, "I think all the workers here get something else to eat here. As well as a load of money. I guess the only work here for a large amount of money anyway, considering this place is a, and I'm quoting here, 'a dangerous work environment, mainly because of the prisoners'." Cyne shook his head. "I don't understand what he's talking about. I haven't had any trouble with anyone. Well, except for... him. But I don't know if he'll be a problem anyway. I haven't read his note yet. Any, seeya! Enjoy your meal." He then waved his rocky hand at them and got ready to serve more people.

Tesserain flinched when she heard a voice behind her say that he wanted what Tesserain was having. For an odd reason, this had pissed off Tesserain, and she was really tempted to fight. It might just be her thirst to battling, but she wanted it nevertheless. Then she noticed another guy behind her shaking his head. Shanks, she thought. All these guys here are the same, and that's that some are even more ruthless than me. Before she could say anything, another man that was nearby joined the line, but he was simply observing them. They were probably thinking she was stupid. If only they knee she wanted to be in the Mana Cage, mainly for the fights. But the blob of food that was served everyday was making Tesserain to seriously consider her decision.

"I'm afraid you have to take no as an answer," spoke the man serving the blob all of a sudden. "The only people who get something different to eat are the guards, and that's only because they're armed and can defend it."

All I wanted was food, not a petty excuse of why guards live better than everyone, Tesserain said to herself. She wrinkled her nose as she saw the guy serve yet another blob and passed it to Tesserain.

"Here. I didn't put much in."

All Tesserain did was glare at the blob that pretended to be food. But then she began to wonder, why was a buff guy like him be nice to Tesserain and all? Shouldn't he be breaking stuff with his hands instead of being a lunch lady? Maybe he's stupid. Then again, anyone that ended up here isn't stupid, Tesserain decided. He then started to talk on and on, but Tesserain didn't pay much attention. Then after what seemed like hours, the guy shut up and waved a hand to shoo them away. But then Tesserain noticed something about that hand: it was covered with stone.

She should have been intimated by this hand, but instead she focused on what it said. Tesserain couldn't exactly tell what it said, but she wanted to find out. But there was no point in pretending to be nice. She rolled her eyes.

"I'd thought you'd never shut up," she said annoyingly. "But you-" she grabbed the bowl and pushed it to the man. "Should take this. After a day of this, it's not going in my digestive system, ever."

As she shoved the bowl more, she accidentally spilled some on the man.

"Whoops," she said. "I'll clean it up."

She went behind the counter and found a towel. She used that to clean the stain on his shirt. Truth be told, she wanted to eat because her insides were burning, but she preferred that than having something go outside her mouth. As she cleaned off the mess, she found out that the writing on the hand was something she couldn't read. Oh well. She finished cleaning up and she dumped the dirty towel on the counter, she jumped over it without causing damage, and she walked away.