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Apparently it was good to sacrifice all sorts of virgins as this was indeed the correct combination. The box clicked open, revealing flints, used to obviously, light pretty much anything flammable including hair.

Milo is in Room 2 - You notice there is a long gash at the base of your dungeon. It is hard to tell because it is covered in dust.

With not much else to contribute at the moment, Milo remained at his spot leaning against the bars, listening to anything else Noemi - or even anyone at this point as well - requested. Things to pick the locks, he did not have. Nor did he expect it to be that easy.

Idly, his gaze would drift to the conversations happening in his own cell, just in case. Seemed to be civil at least. He offered smiles.






Maple is in Room 3 - Your dungeon seems to be dank and dripping. Water is pooling from the ceiling above. Where is it coming from...?

Meanwhile, Maple kind of wanted to sit down but didn't see that as a good idea, since it was really wet on the ground. QQ

cell qw


Caoineadh gave a little roll of her eyes before perking up at the mention of pictures. While she wasn't too into the love birds she was still into the idea of escape. Sadly though she could not see the pictures that were spoken of and as such was less than no help.

[Cell 12]

The loudness and tone of Lurks' voice caught Arrakis' attention almost immediately, and he scooted over to see what she was pointing at. He could read, but didn't recognise any of the symbols. "There's a code here," he announced, glancing over his shoulder to the others in his cell before leaning closer to study the etching very intently.

He wasn't really sure where to begin, though, assuming that the code was a phrase... Arrakis pointed at the second of four symbol groups. "I'm... willing to bet that means 'the', since it's only three symbols and each of the three symbols are different..." Which meant...

In the dust on the floor beneath the code, he began to write. Assuming that the second group meant "the"... He moved 't', 'h', and 'e' to other matching symbols accordingly. Okay... The third one was blank, e, blank, blank, e, t... ...Wait! What if... it was... no... Hm... If he was a glyph on a rock... ...Secret? It fit, both in letters and placement...

Well, assuming that the third grouping was "secret"... Well, he now had 's', 'c', 'r'... in addiction to 't', 'h', and 'e', but those three weren't in the first and fourth groups at all... well, 'c' and 'r' were, and 'r' was quite a bit. C, blank, r, r, blank, blank, blank, r. ...C, blank, r, r, blank, blank, blank, r... Arrakis "mrr"ed to himself in thought, hunched over his scratchings in the dust and furrowing his brow. Eight letters, began with 'c', had three 'r's... Hm...

Crr...r... He made this sound aloud, thoughtfully, repeatedly. "The secret... crr...r..."

Oh it was right there on the tip of his mental tongue, he knew it. He glanced up the first group, which also didn't have any familiar glyphs. Well... Hm... Crr...r... Well, it was probably a vowel between the 'c' and the double 'r'... A...? No, that didn't help. E... no... I... O... O...

Oh!

C-o-r-r-blank-blank-o-r and he was willing to bet-!

"'The secret corridor'," he read aloud, a finger tapping each group as he read it. The first group had a 'd' on the end if that was the case, and an 'i'... "'Find the secret corridor'!" There was the first surge of hope he'd felt in quite a while. Turning for the bars, he called, "Hey! Everyone! There's something in this cell about a secret corridor! Find the secret corridor!"

[ Verusha is in 11 ]

[ enter verusha ]

Honestly, Verusha had no idea what was going on. There was something wrong with some of the other knights? What kind of "wrong" were we talking? A plague was pretty severe, and good reason for quarantine, but... how would they have even gotten it? And how come only they, the apprentices, had to be exiled? If they could have gotten this elusive plague, then surely the Greats could have too, right? It was all so sudden, vague, and rushed, but Verusha went along with it. There had been enough chaos, and he wasn't really up to causing anymore. Especially if it meant endangering more of the lives that they needed to keep around in order to eliminate the pests that were the shadows and horseman. There'd been so much bloodshed, so much unecessary bloodshed especially. The moral was low, and their leader was enraged and had to pick up the remaining pieces. They were down three Greats, now... that was three they couldn't afford to lose.

Following his fellow knights into the dungeons, he watched as Galahad oddly... suggested, what he suggested. Surely he was jesting. This was a joke, right? A really sick, weird, and bad timed one. But as the freedom slowly began to close more and more, Verusha felt his stomach clutch in an unfamiliar tightness. Nervousness wasn't something he was accustom to, given his nature, but he wasn't going to let it get the best of him now. Swallowing a firm gulp, he straightened his shoulders, and took in a deep breath. Ok. Time to figure out how to get out of here. There had to be some way. And with there being so many of them down here, they would surely have a better chance at finding a way to bust out. With so many able bodied knights-to-be, it only seemed possible.

Looking around, he was surprised to see some had went after Galahad! That was a pretty foolish idea, in his mind. The guy was seasoned, far better than any of them would be. He'd rather be alive and with still a chance to get out of this place than take a reckless run at the guy. And so it was decided. He'd just have to find some way out of this... gross place. Settling to sitting against a wall in his cell, he watched the others that were stuck down there with him. The smells were rather... ripening, and he could even get a few whiffs of someone decaying in a further down cell. To be considered 'Honorable' and all that, this didn't seem like something someone with honor would do. Let a man rot away? seemed pretty messed up, to him.

But as he looked around, he was somehow suddenly drawn to the sight of a rope. Just.. hanging out against the adjacent wall from him. Staring at it, he found it rather odd for it to be just... there, like that. Out of place, really. Brows drawing as he pondered, his lips pursed as well, following its length to try and make some sort of conclusion for its presence. Tilting his head, the long bangs on the one side of his head, shaved side up, swayed a little, brushing against his knees from his hugged legs. What purpose could that rope really serve. It wasn't tied in a noose, so... not that. And it was rigged in a way that suggested it could lead somewhere else.. Somewhere upwards, maybe? Could this really be something useful? Standing up, brushing and patting his pants of debris, he took a few steps closer to inspect the area of interest, a hand running through the thick brown and white graced hair on the one side, finger tips rubbing his scalp as he mulled.

[cell 12] Trisha squinted at the etch. How did he get that out of that.

Well the the really was obvious but... he must have been really good at guessing games or something.

"Secret Corridor? Why would there be one of those here?" she looked around and then sighed. They were supposed to be punished why were they thinking about escape anyway? Even with the rumors of execution flying around. Escape would just make things worst.

[Cell 2]

Shun just stared as knights spawned out of thin air in the middle of the dungeons.

"What the hell? How did you get here?"

If they came in. They could get out.

Right?