Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-25808351-20161101013102

I don't answer Ibrahim. Instead I frantically put on my chain mail, guantlets and coat. Yanking my sword out of the ground, I bolt to the opposit end of the arena. I crash shoulder first throught the steel bar door ahead of us. Praetor and Ibrahim following close behind. Ibrahim putting up a ward to protect from the flying debris and Praetor running through the shrapnel like it was nothing. One by one, I smash through one door after another leading my companions deeper into this foul area. We pass by several armoires and holding cells. Fledgers, Necrophages, Dracynoids and many more claw and howl at us from there cells while we tank our way through the corridors.

Finally, I slam into a pair of massive wooden doors adorned with iron studs and braces. As the door caves in, dust and splinters spread throughout the room. I stop and look around, my eyes and head frantically scanning the room, till they lock onto a single cell in the corner. Wargs begin to howl, bite, claw and gnaw at the bars of their cages in this room. There is only one torch lit in this prison of beasts, I slowly approach the cage I am locked onto. Each step is an eternity as the figure in the cage becomes more defined. When I realize what I'm looking at, I shout above the racket the Wargs are making. "SHUT, THE FUCK UP!!!!"

The Wargs simultaneously go silent.... and I kneel down to the cage.... "Ayona...."

The Harpy slowly looks up, a smile weakly creeps across her face, "Marcus." She squeaks out.