Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170811001656/@comment-5583506-20170811020121

Drac would be met with a steep end as the second block's section ended right above the pointy cliffs far down below. The harsh sea winds grabbed his clothes and from high up above he would be able to see the rolling waves come crashing against Volkihar island's shores. If Half-Troll had managed to escape, she would've needed help from the outside to avoid the unavoidable death down below.

"Yeah", Bethany said anxiously, not liking this situation. "I wonder what this all means though. Do they want us to...?" she motioned to the empty cells that were meant to keep villains with the heroic trait locked up.

If this prison uproar had been nothing but a test to them, then what did the Guildmaster expect of them once they returned? To capture the escaped the villains? The idea frightened her. They were just not ready, nor experienced.

Preacher was already on his way, desperate to make sure that the Mold was still behind lock and bar. The guards had begun to apprehend the knocked down prisoners, forcing them down into the lower levels were they were sure to have some temporary cells to shove them into.

The guard captain came into the hall with an expression of disgust on her face. "Fucking scum", she spat, kicking a prisoner in his ribs. "How many of my men did you kill, you coldhearted bastard?"

The prisoner grunted in pain, before smiling cruelly at the captain.

"Get this creature out of my sight", she instructed her men.

"Yes, captain."

She then started to inspect the damage done to the second block, smacking with her lips bitterly as she saw the collapsed pillar. No doubt it had been necessary to reclaim the hall, but how long would it take to re-establish order and repairs to the fortress?