Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170805202758

"Then by my authority, I hereby declare you all as..." The Guildmaster didn't get to finish his sentence as a messenger barged in through the gates of the ceremonial hall.

"Guildmaster!" he exclaimed.

The old man didn't look the slightest pleased over the fact that the graduation ceremony was being disturbed by outside force. "What is the meaning of this? Have you no respect for our traditions?"

"Guildmaster", the messenger panted, leaning over his knees to catch his breath before looking up at him, fear showing in his eyes. "Volkihar Prison... it's been... it's been..."

Preacher felt the hair stand on the back of his neck as he feared the worst. The Mold had promised him that in 10 years time, the Heroes' Guild would be facing a serious threat. Could it be that this prediction had finally come true?

"It's been breached!" the messenger exclaimed with a terrified expression. "Several inmates are on the loose!"

Though the Guildmaster rarely showed a single emotion, he furrowed his brow and stroke his beard with a displeased groan. "This isn't good at all", he grunted. "Which prisoners?"

"I don't know", the messenger panted and swallowed. "I just got here as soon as I could. The hero Reflection arrived just recently and told me to deliver these news to you, no matter the situation."

"The Mold?!" Preacher said, demanding more information. "Is he still incarcerated?!"

"I don't know."

Preacher turned to the Guildmaster. "Guildmaster, I demand that I travel to Volkihar Prison to investigate this... breakout."

"Bring the graduates with you", the Guildmaster said.

Preacher cocked his head. "Guildmaster? The students? But they aren't..."

"I said the words, didn't I?" the old man stated harshly. "The are no longer students. They are fully-fledged heroes. It's time to put them to the test, to see if they can be heroes to more than just their new names."

"Guildmaster, with all due respect they don't have the experience to face what Volkihar Prison contains within. The Musician, Wormking, Half-Troll, Shadowcat... All terrible foes to meet."

"It's an order", the Guildmaster said coolly. "You bring them with you and get them bloodied. It's time to see what they are made off than just within the training grounds."

Preacher didn't like to have to expose the younglings to the horrors that Volkihar Prison held, especially when there were others fully capable heroes to handle the situation. But an order was an order, even though he found it unnecessarily dangerous. The inmates the prison contained was cut from a different cloth. They were sadistic, murderous maniacs; the lot of them. And on top of it all they possessed the heroic trait, a recipe for disaster.

And now all of them might be on the loose...

The idea struck him as truly a nightmare scenario and his memory kept backtracking to the last meeting with the Mold. Was this truly his doing or just an unlucky coincedence? It remained to be seen.

"Very well", Preacher said reluctantly, motioning for the graduates to follow him. "To the phase chamber, everyone."