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This entire time, had been nothing but conversations constantly being bounced back and forth. What was more, old man Chama had his beard grabbed, the guards didn't give a damn, they're way out through him was pointless so it was more waiting. However all that went out of the window when a sudden alarm just BLEW UP IN THE AIR. Well not really but you get the point.

Venetia stood up from where she sat, holding her gem close before tying it around her neck. King? King Cyric? This person in front of her was the King? That would explain why he was so important to these..people. The sage didn't know what she was up against, but she did know that the way was open and they were warned to arm themselves to defend. Wind tome...she needed a wind tome..or thunder..something at the very least!

"If I may suggest" the sage spoke up as she stepped out of the door. "They took our belongings that way" pointing in the left from the door "However, I haven't the slightest idea on which door it or area it may be in." hopefuly that could help? The prisoners weren't going to be of much help if they're unarmed...not to mention some of these people were just too weak to carry their own at he moment. Considering how long they've been locked in here for. "There are also two other cells with prisoners." without saying anything more, she pointed behind Clara, then gestured to the cell next to the one she and this King was in.

(If this isn't ok, let me know and I"ll change asap)

Arajudia Prison


"Wait! Wait!" came calls from the cells as Ziaram passed by. "You're with the guild, right? Let us out! We're Learanian soldiers! We can help! ....Please, don't leave us here! Help us!"

"...Here they are! Halt!" Just then, a pair of guards came into sight, one of them carrying a torch. They quickly spotted Ziaram, who was wearing their armor. "...Drop your sword, impostor!" The two held out their weapons and approached the escapees cautiously. "Drop your weapon and surrender, or we will not hesitate to kill you!" They watched the group's movements, prepared to attack if any of them showed signs of aggression. The Learanian soldiers in the cells remained silent, nervously awaiting what the swordsman was going to do.


Dropping the armor on the ground may not have been the best thing for the girl to do. The armor on the ground showed the soldiers that the impostor they were looking for had gone that way. It didn't take long for a group to find her. "There! Hurry, stop them, before more prisoners are released!" They hurriedly charged at the girl with the keys, while two went to secure the king and the sage. ...One of them was carrying a door key.

At the entrance, the dark mages had arrived, and surrounded themselves around Chama. "Alright... facing forward... check! Staff..." Chama looked down to the cane he was carrying. It had runes embedded on it as well as an inscription that was signed by a familiar name. "...Check. Alright lads, together now! Form the barrier!" Chama tapped his cane on the ground along with the others and together a strong magical blockade arose before them that would prevent anybody from getting through. Knights stood before the barrier in their thick armor to even prevent the prisoners from attacking it. The dark mages' backs were open, but they were not aware of the fighting going on outside. They were focused on keeping the prisoners from getting out, not keeping people from getting in.

Elsewhere in the prison, guards from the lower level were hastily ascending the various staircases. The escapees would soon be vastly outnumbered if they didn't hurry and free the others and get their equipment.

Outside Arajudia Prison


"What in the--" The body of the Mordachean soldier fell mere seconds after his companion's did. An arrow stuck out of his neck.

"We're under attack! Formation! Were under a-- Auuughh!!" Another soldier spun around and fell, his neck bleeding profusely. The mad cackling of the shape shifter alerted all around. The soldiers on the streets immediately began rushing towards her. Archers quickly took aim, now that she was out in the open, but it was harder to get a good shot in the dark, especially since she was wearing black.

As the swordswoman took down one of the dark mages, the barrier around the prison began to fail, but another hurriedly stepped in and kept it from going down. A knight jumped in front and swung his lance at the girl to push her away. If she wanted to take down the dark mages, she would have to go through him. The same could be said for the other dark mage. The Mordachean soldiers weren't going to let the barrier fall so easily.

In fact, for some reason, a lot of soldiers began rushing out of the houses... almost like they were expecting some sort of attack on the prison.

*The maps are empty, because I don't want to take away from the imagination or creativity of you all. Just be aware that these are night maps. Also, the cells contain Learanian soldiers as well, not just you guys' characters- they're people, too.*

- Kierkess Renvald -

Kierkess scanned the cells quickly as they made their way through. There were potential soldiers here for their little rebel force, some even calling out for them. "Hm, this might actually work..." he murmured, right up until they were confronted by a group of soldiers. Looking down at the lance he'd acquired from the prisoners liberator and then back up at the guards, he became filled with a sense of dread. 'Lances. Why did it have to be lances?' thought the red cavalier of Rausten, comforting himself somewhat with the knowledge that he was only really skilled on horseback anyway.

Still, not like that thought would keep him alive. Fortunately, though, a more confident Ziaram gave him just the opening he needed. Or at least a better one than running in without knowing how exactly to wield the weapon in his hands. Feeling like it was now or never, Kierkess bounded forward as fast as his dirtied crimson armor would allow him. He was holding the lance in an awkward imitation of pikemen styles he'd vaguely observed before. As he got into position by Ziaram's side, he thrust the lance forward as hard as he could toward one of the soldiers before he could get off an attack on Ziaram. He didn't realize a miss along with the kind of unecessary force he was using would probably knock him off balance.

Chince understood the concept of being outnumbered and never truly liked the idea. It usually meant she would have to fall back into one of three plans. Give up/run away (Which with the approaching soldiers wasn't going to happen). Go around the main force (which with one entrance and such limited room was unlikely). Or use the enemies numbers against themselves. And she was in luck. Her team of three was located near just a choke point, (If I'm reading the map right... we are in the courtyard at the building to the top right. Or right outside it. Either way...) and Chince was formulating her way of how best to bide time. The more soldiers that had to work out here, the less would be inside, and the quicker they'd be able to get out and reinforce them.

Chince moved away from the knight obviously traveling faster then he could, quickly rejoining her allies. She noticed a nearby barrell and kicked it over and away creating an obstacle, even a slight one, that would slow the approaching guards

She examined the area and noticed what seemed to be a stray patch of guards attacking someone on the ground as the others rushed them. These men didn't look nearly prepared enough to be part of the ambush. Or in other words, easy pickings. She jumped forwards crushing one mans neck as he fell to the ground while sticking her sword in another's belly, and with the extra momentum she managed to hamstring the corporal.

As she did this she shouted to her comrades, "Guys, find a good spot to dig yourself in! Looks like we'll be biding our time here! Whoever dies last wins!" She finished, letting her morbid sense of humor sink in.

A cane was nearby and the man seemed to be searching for it. She picked it up and handed it to him not caring much for if he was friend or foe. At this point they were likely going to die, and she might as well do a good deed one more time.

Sadly this left her group in an unadvantageous position. With the soldiers approaching from the west, the guards and shamans to the north, buildings to the south, and who knew what to the east.

(Or to recap, evade guard, knock over barrell, make a sick joke, mow down two and mame another guard, and give cane to Quentin. Chince is pretty fast but I imagine this took her a while.)

Velkan rolled off the small cot in the corner of his private cell, he'd been woken up by some sort of commotion. Probably just another of the guards getting their rocks off on beating some poor prisoner, he'd run afoul of that situation a few times now, his sore body was testament to that. His stay in Arajudia's finest hotel had been rough to say the least. The cat laguz's snow white hair, which was normally soft looking and well taken care of, had become a tangled mess. His ice blue eyes peered out not from perfect skin, but instead a wellspring of bruises and scrapes. His clothing torn and dirty, Velkan no longer looked like the show cat he was.

He took a moment to painfully stretch his cramped muscles, when he noticed something strange, the woman who'd been in that cell and the man who he'd seen taken into it earlier where now outside their confines. Not only that but there was a new woman standing around with the keys. It clearly didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

A break out, what luck. Velkan rolled his eyes, normally he'd be quite content to stay in his cell where it was relatively safe, however the guards had been progressively getting rougher with him and he knew it was only a matter of time before one went too far.

That and the pot they gave him to piss in was full and he doubted anyone was going to change it for him, so he approached the bars.

"Hey, hey lady. Let me out would you? I ca----" He started speaking to the woman who had gestured at his room, he was cut off however when the guards showed up. "********!" He swore banging his head against one of the bars gently in frustration, as he did he noticed the two corpses on the ground that the purple haired one in the weird greyish clothes. One of them was wearing a very familiar string which held a very familiar harmonica around his neck. It was his!

Velkan dropped to his hands and knees, grasping for the soldiers dead body, thankfully he'd had the good sense to die in front of the Cat Laguz's cell, unfortunately he was just barely out of reach. The prisoner strained for it, aware of the fighting but more worried about his harmonica then anything Velkan pressed his face against the bars to help stretch a little farther, ear piercing bumping against the bars.

A little more...

They weren't given enough time to open the other cells it seems. Guards had already shown up way before hand. The only ones who had a door key to the cells was Clara..if the soldiers coming after them had a pair..then it would be difficult to grab them. There were three in all...and they all took an opponent. Venetia backed up, trying to dodge the upcoming soldier..however, before she could move, she tripped over the corpse on the ground and went tumbling on her behind.

The soldier was coming toward her..and with no tome or staff on hand...she did the next best thing she could do at a time like this... or at least..that's what she read in a book. Venetia raised her right foot and just as the man came running at her, rammed it right where it hurt the most on a male body...that's right..the nads. Poor guy squirmed so much that he went crashing to the floor, holding where he had been kicked. It wasn't JUST a kick...apparently she had gotten him with the HEEL of her boot. He was down, not unconcious..Venetia quickly got on her feet as a pair of keys came to her interest. The sage snagged it before the soldier could recover and ran to the closest prison cell door..one where a person had called out to her earlier. She fumbled with the keys in her hand, dropping it a couple times as she was also keeping an eye on the soldier that was just now getting up.

"C'mon!"

click

There! Venetia threw open and just as she did, her cloak was snagged by the man and moments later she was pinned down. The saged looked around the dark room, hoping to see anybody willing to help. Nobody dared move and she screamed at the closest person (Or laguz in this matter, but she didn't know that) that sat near the door. "Help us, STUPID!"

Seeing how he was basically useless in the fight without a light tome Verruckt did the sensible thing and grabbed a set of keys off of one of the guards corpses and started unlocking the other cells on the aisle he was in. Then he ran to the doors where, he hoped, the soldiers had put the prisoners gear, these doors also happened to have the benefit of not having soldiers nearby. He opened one door and found several chests, "Hey guys! I think I found where they put our stuff!" With that he grabbed a torch and went into the room to search for his tomes.