"Uh huh you did offer Tim, and it appears that we accept but can't say miss panties in a bunch over there is going to like it but too bad. Ya know me and you are going to be the bestest of friends Tim." Luci hooked an arm around Tim, as if he they were pals. Artus rolled his eyes. This idiot was already letting his guard down. Sure Tim didn't seem like much of a threat, and Artus definitely not afraid of some girl, but if Artus learned anything in his life, it was to never judge someone solely from their looks. Luci whispered something to Tim, and then looked up. "And so we go onwards, right?" Luci said, pointing forwards as if he were some sort of righteous hero and leader. Artus rolled his eyes once again. There was no way this was going to be in charge if he had anything he could do about it.
"Hey, there's someone else coming." The old man pointed behind the group, into the darkness. Artus could hear murmuring, between people, until it went into a dead silence. Artus straightened out his posture getting ready for another bout.
"Hello there! I don't suppose you know the way out!" A voice echoed through the tunnel. The group stood quiet, until it was broken by the voice of another person. A different person actually. The only thing Artus managed to pick up was the word 'idiot!' Artus stepped back a little with caution, as he saw two men approach the group out of the darkness. "I'm Shrek. And this here I-" The muscular man was cut off by a punch from the other man.
"Don't say it!" He said.
"This is my new friend…Don't quite know his name yet, but he's a friend." The stocky man then approached Artus, with a wide grin. "Who are you?" He asked. Artus stepped back a little. He arched an eyebrow at the man.
Is he being serious? I mean, he seems friendly enough, but what the hell, he can't just come up to us acting like he runs this place.
"Ahem." Artus cleared his throat. "I don't know who you think you are, but – " Artus was cut off, by the feeling of someone grabbing his shirt sleeve and tugging at it. "Old man, what do you want? Stop being a burden and just stay quiet." Normally Artus wasn't this ignorant, but the situation called for it.
"Look, boy. They're not hostile. It's fine. If anything, we can use them to aid us." The old man coughed a bit. Artus turned from the other man to the face the old geezer.
"Well then, just spit it out. How do we get out of his place? You said you knew something, old man." Artus said. He was starting to speak in a more harsh and aggressive tone. So many prisoners in one area normally wasn't a good sign. The old man looked at Artus with a sigh of disbelief. He then proceeded in picking up a stone lying on the ground and gestured at Tim and Artus.
"You boys, bring your torches here for everyone to see." Artus looked and Tim and then just shrugged, walking a few steps towards the old man, who faced a cave wall. "Ahem. Now, my knowledge of this type of magic is limited…but then again, what they have down here doesn't seem so advanced." The old man looked at the group, and then back at the wall. He pressed a sharp side of the stone against the stone wall, making markings.
Exactly what is he up to…? "Hehe…time for a little lesson in magic, kids." He laughed creepily. Artus looked at what the man was drawing. It was a circle, and divided evenly into four separate points on the circle were Xs. "So…I'm sure most of you know, your magic, if you can do any, is unable to be performed down here." Artus arched an eyebrow. He felt an odd presence when he first woke up in the prison, as if there was a weight on him, but he didn't think much of it until now. Concentrating, he tried to perform his healing spell, but alas, nothing happened.
The old man…he's right. There's no magic. "Well, that's due to a Spellbound. And for those you who don't know what that is, it's pretty much an area where magic is unusable. It's used mostly in towns, cities and homes, but apparently this prison is one too."
"So then how do we stop it?" Artus asked.
"Good question, boy." The old man pointed at the four Xs. "A place this big would need at least 3 or 4 nodes to create a Spellbound." Artus sighed. He still wasn't getting the answers he wanted.
"Okay, that still doesn't answer the question. How do we get out? And what the hell is a node?" Artus held out the torch and shone at the man.
"Calm down, boy. Like I said, a node creates a Spellbound. They are pretty much engravings on an object. That's what we are looking for. So down here, I would think it would be engraved in stone or the cave wall, and then enchanted thereafter. If we can find one node at least, then maybe we have a chance." The old man turned to face the group.
"What do we do when we find the node? Do we destroy it?" Artus asked excitedly. They had finally made a breakthrough in how to get out, and he was finally able to see some hope.
"That's dependent on who made the Spellbound. Sometimes a sort of key is needed to disable the node, but destroying the node usually does the trick." The old man smiled a bit. "Alright then. That's the mission. If we stick together, we should increase our chances for survival. Plus, we lots of eyes to watch out for the node. Sound good?"
"Yeah, sounds good to me." Artus said. He then looked at the group. "You guys in?"
A tapping sound echoed through the tunnel, giving a Biff a ringing noise in his ear. "Ay, stop that!" He yelled in his rugged, hoarse voice. He had a torch in hand, and walked forwards. "Hey, idiot. Stop that racket, you'll attract the beast." Biff said, scratching his long, dirty, brown hair. He shone the torch to see who he was talking to. Standing in front of him a was a tall, blonde male. He looked a little cleaner than most prisoners too. "So…you're a freshie. A little word of advice. Don't be so quick to make random noises like that. Some prisoners aren't as nice as me, as they like the quiet of the dark." He said. He looked the young man in the eye, and then observed him from head to toe. "You look a little lost. Are you going somewhere?"
((OOC: Read the OOC thread for more details))