Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180705214243

(Jester) While Prad mingles with the departed, Violetta continues her alternate route to Pramool’s chamber. Her smoke form slithers close to the ground, weaving in and out of obstacles in her path. Down corridors and stairs she delves deeper into the bowels of the prison, putting much distance between her and Prad.

Violetta’s heart aches and her mind ablaze with hate. Her sister was taken before Pramool’s return and cast to ashes from a mortal. Surely that human will pay, she thought.

(BT) Armata looks to see Marcus barreling toward the prison. With Praetor in tow there’s no way he’d reach Marcus in time. “Hold on Tin man, I’ll get us there as fast as I can.” Armata pumps his makeshift wings hard, increasing speed. They both watch as Marcus sprints to the prison at great speed. Closing the distance in a short time. The Wardog’s feet dig into the ground, it buckles and cracks under the tremendous pressure he puts out as he leaps into the air.

Marcus sails far with both greatswords in hand. He raises them above his head as he nears a tower of the prison. Once he is close enough, Marcus brings down his blades hard and crashes through the wall of the tower. Armata can see through the smoke and dust of the forced entry. He knows where Marcus goes.

“He’s going after Tirush. We must hurry.”

(Doc) Imperia did not care what condition of hygiene Tirush’s body was in, for the Vampire herself was in poor condition. Covered in dirt, tattered clothes, not bath in weeks. Imperia only cared for the warmth and safety Tirush’s presence brought her. She nuzzles into Tirush, feeling her skin once more brought waves of happiness to her cold body. Clenching Layoka tight, Imperia knew they will ok. Tirush would level mountains before letting them come to further harm.

Alburn hears Tirush’s call, her shouts for assistance. He springs into action, grabbing his rifle. The Rifleman feels the surge of strength coursing through him. He was faster, stronger. Up staircases and down long halls he sprints past forced open doors, human remains and battered rooms. Alburn Burt’s into the spiral prison tower and sees Tirush in the opening.

“Tirush, you found the hostages. What do you need?”