Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180720022801

(Doc) Marcus’ cobalt flames begin to diminish as he struggles to his feet, red streaming down the wounds Tirush made with her talons. Having concentrated his power to thicken his aura to give him some protection from the molten earth, Marcus’ power is fading and fast. The constant violent heat is forcing him to focus everything he has into this quickly shrinking shell. His signature clothes help to keep his skin from boiling, but it doesn’t relieve Marcus in any other way.

The air is thick and impossible to breath. The heat is blinding, turning everything into a blurry haze. He does his best to look for any place to leap to in order to get out of this molten lake. But there is nothing but random small masses of land scattered about, but none seem trustworthy enough to hold his weight. Disoriented, losing blood and no route to better ground, Marcus could do nothing but stand his ground and wait for his end, growling angrily.

(BT/Jester) With Prad clear of the room, Jorge was now the target of the hoard. They swamped him as they smell his blood and tattered flesh beneath his armor, drawn by ravenous hunger. Meanwhile Prad rains death upon the room that thins out the mindless creatures charging Jorge.

It is in this moment that Violetta sees her window of opportunity. With all the swiftness she has, she darts to the obelisk in the center of the room at a rate too fast to be seen, but even then it is not enough. A bolt crashes down on her with a roar. Violetta falls to the ground hard with the strike, leaving her right side a burned wreck. The girl lays clutching her side in a nurturing fashion. She sobs weakly as the full sting hits her. Even so, while in tears she grabs hold of the obelisk with her one good hand and drags herself up to it.

She then produces a small vial of crimson from her breast and examines it for a moment. She smiles weakly while still in tears, kissing the vial in a loving way.

“You were such a good doggie....” Violetta bites down on the cork at the top of the vial and pops it out. She then pours the crimson liquid into the collector hole in the bowl of the obelisk. A second strike of lightning crashes down on her, rendering her lifeless and smoking.

(Everyone) Then a loud echoing boom of steel clashing together rings throughout the prison along with a tremendous shockwave that shakes the pillars, hanging cages and very foundation. Soon the circular floor creaks and begins turning. Sections of the floor spin in opposite directions, clockwise and counter, until the runes carved into floor match up. Soon these runes glow red and the floor begins to rise. It continues higher and higher as one big pillar of obsidian stone that expands the exact circumference of the main spire. Even larger than the lake Tirush had produced.

One section of the runed floor stops at a certain level, while the rest of the floor rises. This continues on as it ascends. Bit by bit sections of floor around the obelisk stop as if they were elevators that had reached their destinations, leaving Jorge with less to stand on by the minute. The rising pillar soon nears the roof of the main spire that meets the mountain tops, never slowing. Jorge raises his shield to brace for the inevitable crash through the roof.

The main tower’s top explodes in a cloud of dust, smoke and debris. The force causes smaller towers to crumble and topple over. The pillar locks with the same loud echoing halt of gears. The shockwave produced by this titanic pillar’s abrupt halt, causes the dried earth scorched by Tirush to crack and buckle. As the smoke atop the prison settles, the giant pillar stands high above the prison walls, level with mountains that surround.