Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170808014931

As soon as Diadros' had launched the premature assault, the remainder of the undead horde gave out a horrifying screech when they saw one of their own being taken down. Though undead, they retained the skills and intelligence they had had in life. Some of them looked just as if they could've died moments ago in peace, while others were so horribly scorched and burnt into the very bone that they were little more than charcoal skeletons in armor.

They surrounded the group, raised their shields and drew their weapons as they began to enclose upon them in the form of a half-circle.

"I guess that concludes negotiations?" shrugged Ylva and cracked her knuckles. "Time to get smashing then?"

"Remove the blockade", Preacher instructed the guards. "At least temporarily. We are heading out and you can close it behind us until we are finished taking out the trash."

"It's your fucking funeral boys and girls", the plump guard said, motioning for his comrades to begin to remove the obstacles; clearing the path for the graduates to go on in and do their duty.

The second block was overrun with the most dangerous men and women alive in Tamriel. Deranged killers and sadistic maniacs everyone of them. Some of them were members of prestigious families while others were renegade wizards. And then of course some of them were bearing the heroic trait. And who knew just what powers they possessed?

Preacher threw a quick glance towards the remaining cells. It would appear that most of them were intact, meaning that these free-roaming maniacs had yet let out the worst monsters Volkihar Prison had to offer. Either because they hadn't managed to breach the highly secured cells, each specifically designed to contain the villain based on his or her powers, or because they hadn't dared to.

They are at least "that" intelligent...