Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160902221515

The group dashes through the opening, Praetor going through last before Kathra drops the slab and slithers out of the way. She slips in, helped by pulling hands as the Palace begins to rise rapidly.

They run. The floor beneath them falls away as the Palace ascends rapidly, ripping pieces of the outer structure away. The sound of cracking crystal and shattering rock echoes through the chambers.

They make it to a stairwell as the last bit of the floor falls, but the stairwell holds. The pause a moment, watching the ground below slip further and further away.

"Definitely no going back now," Ibrahim pants. He looks at Cire and places a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, old boy. I know Asja is safe.  She probably just distracted the R...That Demonness with an astounding amount of filing to do."

"Master...master, are you hurt? Please, mistress Rhun, we need to help him!" Kathra pleads with Rhun, who is inside of Praetor's armor.