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The door slammed off of its hinges as Erron's second blow paid off its dues.
A thief may be quick, but a monk is trained to be quicker, and Erron's added height added to his stride's length, so Erron took off after The thief, not breaking pace to shout "Try to get everyone else out of their cells, the doors should be easier to open with two people working on each door!"

Erron bounded down past the weapon storeroom, he needed not these things but would check back later to see if he could find some useful tools. Juno was soon within sight and Erron pounced on her, aiming to pin both her arms to the ground (Roll to tackle thief to ground if needed pls)

The flame sword worked and Prometheus stepped out of his cell. He felt incredibly drained from the spell. He was about to try to chase after the elf, but then a human darted towards her instead. When he said to free everybody else he looked around and saw two people still trapped. He immediately went and burnt their cages. (There's no need for a dice roll apparently lol)


"Hello... every-...one.. I'm... I'm Prometheus," He said between pants, as he was tired from keeping the flame sword. He didn't know why he was tired, because he never knew he could summon a flame sword, or do magic period. So he kept the flame sword, and just leaned against the wall.

Selce nodded her thanks to Prometheus. She glared down the hall at where she could see the human and the elf.

"Quite a bit of useful magic there. Would not have been needed if some people weren't so self serving." Selce said with an angry tone. "But thanks my names Selce." She said in a calmer voice.

She turned toward the sound of the exsplosion, and went into the room with the weapons. She looked for a knife or some form of staff. She found a sturdy wooden stick that looked like it might last a hit or two. Selce walked back out and waited for the others to enter the room.

The explosion rattled the adjacent room's door and dust rained down from the ceiling just as Erron brought the elf to the ground struggling.

Erron mutters to Juno "Save yourself the pain of a resurrection thief, we are NOT going to get out of here without teamwork and I sincerely doubt whoever is assaulting our captor's base is here to assist us or you, now get your skinny a** up and behave before you find yourself walking the nether as you would be had that door opened" Seemingly to prove his point the door shook with another explosion. and a blade covered in blood pierced the heavy wood and withdrew, assuming from its now dead target's body.

Erron half lifts, half carries the young elf to her feet and dusts her off and starts walking back to meet and greet his fellow captives and to relieve the unconscious guard for any belongings he will not need, the last thing he wanted was a scared, armed, possibly angry, enemy at their backs and the unknown at the fore, and maybe: just maybe, they could gather some information from their Warden.

Erron walked into the cell area and heard the druid chastising himself.
"Prometheus, you said your name was? We were all captured by that psycho because he claims we're somehow special, whether we know it or not it seems. You're just as important a part of getting out of here as that sword you're carrying, keep your wits and creativity about you and do your best, its all that any of us can do, after all, you got everyone who was unable out of their cells, did you not?"

Examining the armor and weapons in the store room, Ronus clapped his hands together and said, "This is excellent." He then started to equip himself with the splint mail armor. Once he donned it, he equipped himself with the mace and the small iron buckler. As he strapped the buckler on his arm, he spotted and iron helmet and he grinned. He crossed over to it and then grabbed it. Settling it on his head, he left the room and said, "Now I don' believe I've introduced meself! I'm Ronus, a cleric. But don't ye all go crazy in battle either. I can't bring ye back from death yet. And I dunnae if ya want ta test that."

Erron's brow raised "Communicating with nature hm? Perhaps if we can get out of this place, your connection with the forest will fill in some blanks for you...and perhaps Selce and Ronus could inform you on some of the limitations of spells until we leave, I'm not familiar with magic, I've only been trained on controlling energy within my own body."

He went over to the sleeping ogre and grimaced, no matter how much he trained he could never get over killing a helpless being, ogre or not: The lack of rope in the storage room forced his hand though, If the monster awoke it would likely destroy them or recapture them, and the old man was likely not to put them under such fallible watch again, turning the ogre onto its stomach Erron grasped each side of it's head and twisted until a nasty series of cracking erupted from the beast's neck. He checked over the ogre to see if it was carrying anything else the thief may have overlooked and stood shaking his head. "We have to get moving soon"