Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170808003913

The entire castle was in a disarray. Smoke rose up from the northern block with the entire backside blasted open, leaving several cells exposed to the cliffs outside of the island. More than likely some of the inmates had managed to make it off the island. The courtyard resembled a living cemetery. Hundreds of former guards of the prison now shambled around in the form of walking corpses, pale husks of their former selves; the doings of Wormking. If the group was to enter the courtyard they needed to tread lightly, for even in death these men and women were a considerable threat.

The inside of Volkihar Prison was as cold as the grave. The first block was still under the guards' control, but judging from the custom made blockades they had set up at every interjunction and archway they wouldn't be able to make it for much longer without reinforcements.

"Heroes?" a plump guard stated once he laid his eyes on them. "Can't say that you are an unwelcome sight. Thought we were goners here for sure."

"What's the situation?" Preacher asked, glancing behind the blockades.

"It's a madhouse, I tell you. I would've given you a list of the escaped inmates, but truth is that we can't enter the second block without being attacked. It's mob rule in there."

"And the Mold?" Preacher demanded. "Is he still incarcerated?!"

The guard raised his shoulders. "I don't know. As I said, we can't tell who has escaped and who hasn't because we can't enter the second block to confirm. All I know is that Wormking is on the loose. He made the courtyard into his own playground, raising our fallen to fight for him. Shadowcat has left the fold as well."

Preacher shook his head, hoping that he would wake up from this nightmare. It all seemed so familiar as to how the Great Conflict had started.

He looked at Gait. "Take Taera, Diadros, Jerus, Talen, Persic and Ylva, and go for the courtyard. Signal for Helaena and Vin to come down for support."