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[CELL 12]

Haze sat there for quite some time, trying to listen to the different conversations t hat were happening between those locked in the cells. One thing in particular stuck out to him in t hat moment. "L-letters?" he mumbled under his breath quietly. Looking to the door he'd stand up and move closer, clearing his throat he would attempt to speak. "T.. The one with the let- letters. Are there any missing?" he tried his best to speak but some of the words rasped out, causing him to reiterate them. The white haired man would then began to pace in his dungeon room, trying to piece together things. There had be an answer, somewhere, something was the connection. Looking back to his own hint he'd mull over any missing parts.

[Cell 3]

Uru was sitting still, water dampening his clothes as he listened to the shouting and conspiring. He was gathering information. There was a grid with letters. There was a grid with numbers. A box that had a combination. A rope. A chair. A rusted key. Two wooden stakes. If the Great King was the evil one, then he had been violating his code this entire time. If the queen was evil, he was conspiring with her. But judging by how they were all locked in the dungeon awaiting execution, he had to make a choice. That choice was to save the lives of the innocent and errant alike. Uru stood and came to the bar, the splashing water beneath his feet. The thought of drowning down here crossed his mind. But they'd end up starving first.

"Could we figure out if the numbers share the same spots on the grid? If not, perhaps the numbers correspond with a letter. If we plug that in, does it fulfill the grid? Whoever has the grid of letters, figure that out. Words come to you?"

Uru pressed up against the bars.

"We have two wooden stakes. Is the chair missing any legs? Can we break it and use its wood, comfort is a luxury but we need to get out of here. Can we light one and give it to the cell that's missing one? Or give them the key? It's not like it's being used for anything else. The other one? Uh... Give it to me, pass it down this way, maybe I can plug this silly leaking hole."

He swore he could hear a chuckle from somewhere..

"Uh, guys with the grid with numbers. Do any of them stand out against the others on it? What are they?" He turned his head toward the cell with the box and combo. "Does the combo have letters or numbers? If letters, turn whatever numbers grid-numbers gives you to letter. Give it a shot."

"Rope and key, I can't figure that one out." Uru admitted. He was a black knight, he was suppose to be witty and resourceful, but he could not make the connection. He listened as best he could, picking out information. But, he can't do anything other than try to tell them what to do. He was a black knight, he was to assist in other Knights to become greater. "Any other suggestions would be nice, too."

[[Horace]]


A plague - a disease? If he were infected, then it could be that Galahad was, as well. Regardless, he could do nothing from inside a cell. Mouth twisting, he pushed past a couple of knights, shaking off their hands. Galahad's lance shot out, slamming against Horace's chest. He stopped and then, there was only darkness as someone struck him at the base of his neck.

[[Hollandaise]]


"A plague?" Hollandaise blinked. She didn't feel infected, or irriational or anything at all like how the other Great Knights had acted. But... she was marked. By Morgana, of all creatures. She hesitated, steps faltering. And then, suddenly, there was only darkness.

Cell 12

Wrath had awoken and pushed himself up against a wall, quiet for a time while he listened to those around him and got his bearings back. The air stank of some kind of rot, and the air was cold and dank. There were others in the cell with him, he could see them, just outlines at first that grew clearer the longer he stared. Eventually, as his eyes adjusted, he was able to see all in the cell with him, and was able to realize that the voices he was hearing were not just of those with him, but of those in other cells.

Most interesting of note, were those that mentioned the butterfly, and a promise of mistake.

He shifted against the wall as a spark of hope flared to life inside of him. If she thought that he was truly faithful to her cause (and he was beginning to feel like he might be, that he might not have any other choice in the matter) then surely she would not let he, or any others who might side with her, perish.

If Morgana was truly watching them now, than perhaps she could hear them as well. Despite not being in the same room as the butterfly, Wrath began to talk, quietly, a murmur that might seem like he was just speaking to himself in a delirium. "Morgana, if you are there, if you are listening...if I escape from here than I will be in debt to you. I will be faithful to you, become your loyal subject, if that is what you desire. Please. I proved myself willing to protect you once, and even now, I shall so willingly serve you again.I will pledge my allegiance to you."

He was able to take comfort in his own words, even if they fell on deaf ears. He had made another choice, for good or for ill.

Nearby, he saw a body begin to stir, and while at first he had not recognized the shape on the floor, he soon realized who it was, when she sat up.

"...Na'ima." His heart leapt at the sight of her, a smile coming to his lips, unbidden, even in this dire situation. He just could not stop himself!

The memory of her that he'd had in the cove was still fresh in his mind. The mystery of the tattoos they shared had been revealed in it, and his heart swelled with love, but almost more so of relief for seeing her well.

Suddenly a thought pings to Camilla "Hey! Didn't someone say there was a note with a grid and some numbers on it? And you black knight! Didn't you say the water was leaking from around 100 tiles? Have you tried pressing on any of the tiles?" she asks loudly

[ Cell 6 ]

"Hm..." she hums thoughtfully "You could just press them at random but... That might cause more harm then good..." she says musingly until another though occured to her "I wonder if the letters we need for the flint filled box are GK for Great Knight..." she calls aloud

Mmur was still very drunk when they came for him. He had no idea why they were being so rough, but he had been sleeping and it was rather rude of them to shake him around so much. He might have punched one of them before they whacked him on the back of the head and he crumpled to the floor.