Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20180718073927/@comment-36855838-20181012020413

Okay, not the best, but I can get us out if I try hard.

I've always lived on the outskirts of our village, practicing my magic skills, but my spirit energy has run dry and we can't break the lock.

If I could supplement my power with an opposing force. ..

I eye the guard carefully, she's a hellhound, and any attempt at escape would easily be foiled by her if she noticed.

I pull on my tooth until a false cap opens, and pull out a small dagger.

After stabbing my wrists in the veins, I quickly replace the dagger and tooth cap.

I get right to business, scrawling runes into the floor atop a circle, all drawn in my own blood.

Supplications, pleas for assistance, cries for mercy, and polite requests for aid, symbols of light, symbols of dark, all scrawled together in a twisting, frenzied mess of blood.

Martin leans in, asking what I'm doing. "There are many gods and elder things beyond this earth, beings older than time itself, always watching, and listening in."

A knowing nod.

"You're 'oping one'll be sympathetic?"

"Few are, but that's the idea."

Time for a show.

I keel over, moaning, crying out, and clutching my stomach, the guard turns around, seeing the blood but not the runes, she charges into our cell, and right over the circle, I leap straight for her, my arms outstretched, and begin the activation.

"My light fades, and must be supplemented, I have gathered an offering of darkness as exchange for the task I must perform."

She begins struggling, but slowly her muscles go slack, leaving her helplessly conscious in my embrace.

"Yang holds Yin, and Yin holds Yang, either is the same, as both are different."

She begins to contort, in utter agony, as her mana is sapped by the runes and burned to fuel the spell.

"Through sacrifice, the world is shaped and reborn, as with the passage of day into dusk, night must yield to the dawn."

The bars of the cell meld together, melting into a pair of thin blades, abd a large number of daggers, as the melting continues, they begin to glow in various colors.

"As Day and Night give way to Dusk and Dawn, so too must Mundanity give way to Magic, as must Magic give way to Mundanity."

The glowing of the runes ceases, my wounds closed and the guard unconscious and at the brink of death.

I pull off her engagement ring and hand it to Martin.

"Where'd you get tha-"

"Martin, it's her. The guard is Julia."

He sinks down, and looks into her eyes.

As I begin to distribute the daggers, I see Martin pulling her into a tight hug.

"That's Julia, everybody! No doubt they've gotten all the other women turned by now."

The men stare back at me, unblinking.

No doubt my Grace is turned too.

"Get out of here everybody, We'll catch up with you after we've killed our abusive host."

I take a rapier, handing Martin one, and walk out of the cell towards the Lilim's chambers, Julia tied to my back.

It's payback time.

On the way, Julia stirs slightly, and eventually wakes, too tired to struggle her way off of my back.

We reach the massive door, and behind it all that can be heard are moans.

We open the doorway. ..