Prison break.

OOC: This is a quest style battle. I'll be using The dark child, link in sig.

Only two more people can join. The basic plot is that your char (1 character each) is in the largest prison on the planet. It's basically a fortress, and it's on an island. You can make up the rest as the story goes along.

BIC:
A tubsy man sat in the entrance hall. There were four guards on each of his flanks, and three more standing in a triangle formation around him.

The hall was the most formal way to enter the prison, as the only other ways were used by people who tried and failed to break their comrades out of the place.

"Sir, is it wise that we be here when they bring the new prisoner in?" Asked one of the guards. The guard's grip on his spear was hampered by perspiration. He heard that the new prisoner was responsible for murdering five people with his bare hands.

"Now now, you know that we're going to be getting a few new prisoners. Each of them will be tough, but we have our ways to keep tough prisoners in." Replied the fat man. He had a scraggly mustache, and wore incredibly fancy clothing.

The guards weren't wearing as comfortable clothes as the prison warden. They had to wear the blue chain mail and helmets that signified them as guards for the largest prison on the planet.

Just then the front doors burst open. Several slaves were holding a steel box, sounds of pounding coming from inside. The box was surrounded by twenty guards, similar to the ones that were guarding the warden.

"Take it to B-Block, cell number twenty seven." Said the warden. The slaves groaned at the thought of carrying the box that far. A quick snap of a whip from one of the guards got the slaves moving again.

It wasn't the boy inside the box that made it heavy, it was the fact that the box itself was made of five inch thick steel. The child inside was burning hot from the heat that the metal absorbed.

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to kill those people!" He shouted. He knew that they couldn't hear him through the box, but it was worth a shot.

The slaves carried the box to the correct cell and let a guard prod it with one of their new weapons. The weapons, known as electro-spears, emitted a strong electrical shock to anything that touched the tip.

Since the box was small and made of metal, the boy felt the electrical shock on all sides. The power of the shock was amplified by the metal, growing to the point that it knocked the child out.

The box was opened and the boy dumped out after the shocking stopped. He'd wake up in his cell in a couple of hours.

"He's just a kid..." Thought one of the guards. He was disgusted every day at what he had to do to prisoners but this was the worst....

OOC: You guys get the plot.

Uh, I'm here now... ok?
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Erebus sat rotting in his cell. At least he still had enough batteries for his iPod, he thought, once again listening to Reel Big Fish. "I need to get out, there's no way I'm going to stay here for three years. All I did was steal someone's Guinness." A guard walked up and slammed his spear on the door. "Shaddap! We don't give a damn about you life story!" the armored man yelled, his voice seething with malice.

Suddenly, Erebus heard the moanings of another young man in the next cell, screaming that he didn't do it. "Hey man, that's what they all say!" the communist said, laughing.

TDC sat in his cell. The food tasted horrible, and that's saying alot if you lived off of other people's garbage your whole life. The water smelled like somebody had urinated in it.

"Ugh, even I'm above eating and drinking this stuff." The boy thought. A guard prodded him with an electro-spear, sending shockwaves through the young abomination's body.

"That's too bad because that's actually better than what we usually serve the prisoners." The guard chuckled. TDC slipped out one of Gorin's spirit orbs.

The guards hadn't taken the orbs from him because they looked like oversized marbles. Considering the kid's temper, they expected him to end up bashing one of the other prisoner's in the head with one.

The idea of prisoners fighting other prisoners was something that brought most of the guards joy. The warden himself usually came to watch these fights.

The child made the orb change into a spear of his own and rammed it into the guard's side. Cheers of "You go kid!" and "That's what you deserved you bastard!" came from several prisoners.

The guard moaned in agony as he was yanked towards TDC's cell. The son of Oblivion took the guard's keys and opened his cell.

"Hey! Would you mind letting me out too?" came a nearby voice.

Vanyel floated down from the ceiling of his cell. He looked across at TDC through the bars that contained the vampire. He leaned against the bars sluggishly. He hadn't drank any blood for several days. The lack of fuel that substained him had considerably weakened him. It was by pure luck that his cell was deep within the fortress, shielding him from the light of day.

TDC raised an eyebrow. "Why should I?"

Vanyel laughed. "Why shouldn't you? Besides, you think you can get out of here on your own?'' The vampire rattled the door of his cell suggestivly. Faced with the realization that he would probably need help to escape out of here, TDC unlocked the vampire's cell.

Vanyel stepped out and bowed to the small child. "Vanyel at your service, young one. I suggest we find the warden's office first. I can hardly be of use to you without my sword."

TDC grumbled lowly, "I don't need your help."

Vanyel smiled, straightening up. "Of course not." The vampire's attention was pulled to the end of the corridor as two more guards came running towrad them, spears lowered. "Ah, good. Food."

The child next to him raised and threw his orb-spear. The guard nearest knocked it away and put on a burst of speed, ready to run TDC through. Vanyel grabbed the boy under the arms, standing behind him.

Waiting until the last second, Vanyel leapt up, bringing the boy with him as he flew towards the high ceiling. The guards passed under them, their momentium preventing them from stopping. Floating back to the ground, Vanyel releashed TDC and grabbed the neck of one of the guards. Grabbing his chin with his other hand, the vampire snapped the guard's neck and let him collapse.

The second guard turned around, spear held in front of him. He lunged forward, but the vampire sidestepped the tip of the spear and grabbed the shaft. Pulling the guard towards him, Vanyel clamped onto his neck, fangs digging deep into the artery. After a few mintues, in which TDC watched with interest, Vanyel dropped the guard and wiped the blood from his lips.

"Ohhhh.....that really hits the spot." He said wickedly. "Well, shall we go? I have no desire to stay here."

"Hey you idiots! What about me?" Erebus yelled as the two dark beings ran down the hallway.
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Short but with a point.

OoC: Uh, ummmmm.......yeah. That was only one sentence. Can you do more than that?

OOC: Meh.

BIC: "What's with all these people asking for help?" Thought TDC. He tossed the keys over to Erebus. The abomination wouldn't be needing the keys anyways.

"Thanks." Said Erebus. He eagerly grasped the keys, searching for the right one. After a minute of fumbling through and trying different shaped keys, the teen was able to open his door.

"I guess you're coming along too." Said the abomination. He didn't think he needed all of these people. He was sure to fail to escape whether he had help or not, or so he thought.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'll let you guys start off the actual escaping part.

OoC: NOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Dieing is unacceptable!

Vanyel took off down the corridor, the human and abomination following close behind him. The vampire held his sword out infront of him, ready to impale anyone who came at them. The three ran around the corner at the end of the passage to find themselves in a large circular room.

Catwalks crisscrossed overhead, leading to a multiple of rooms and corridors all throughout the prison. Cells full of prisoners were stacked on top of each other, reaching up to the ceiling of the five story room.

A large iron door across the room burst open, guards spilling out, weapons drawn. Guards armed with halbards and pike rushed out in front, forming a line. The line of guards charged, weapons lowered to impale the three escapees.

Raising Soul Blood, Vanyel prepared to cut them all in half at once. He slashed the blade across horizontally, an invisible force shooting out of it. The line of guards yelled in pain as they were cut open across the chests.

OOC: So sorry for the apparent death of this thread. I completely forgot about it. Once I remembered, I thought Honest John was going to post.

BIC: More guards came flooding in, their blue armor clinking with each step. These were the heavy-duty guards wearing blue plate armor rather than chain mail.

About thirty strong, each guard was separated into a different division. Ten guards were wielding swords, fifteen wielding spears, and five carrying crossbows.

The bolts that the crossbow wielders prepared to fire were laced with Alumithra. Alumithra, a highly volatile explosive, was known to create a small blast that was followed by an even larger flash of light.

They were prepared to capture them alive rather than kill them, but why? No matter what they wanted to do with the escaping prisoners however, the prisoners wouldn’t allow it.

Erebus and Vanyel struck down every troop that got near them while TDC headed towards the crossbow wielders. He turned Gorin’s spirit orbs into twin scimitars.

He struck down his first opponent as they lifted their crossbow, aiming for the man’s arm. He hollered in pain as his limb fell to the ground from the elbow up.

Another guard aimed his projectile weapon at the young demon, fitting it with one of the Alumithra tipped bolts. TDC grabbed the man’s crossbow and wrenched it out of his hands.

One of the other crossbow wielders suddenly had a change of heart. Rather than trying to shoot and incapacitate the young child, he decided to try and kill him with a knife he had hidden under his chest plate.

The guard pulled the knife out and charged towards TDC. The abomination ducked under the guard’s horrible attempt to stab him in the neck, cutting his right leg off at the knee.

“Come on!” the boy shouted. He decapitated the last remaining crossbow wielder guards and turned to see how Erebus and Vanyel were doing with the others.

The other guards had been struck down relatively quick. It was too bad for the escaping prisoners that a former minion of the late death dealer Grasthos had taken a job as a guard captain, and was heading their way as they stood.

OOC: It has come to my attention that several of Grasthos’ minions were unaccounted for when the death dealer himself died. Here’s where one of them finally meets his end. (Remember, this guy will take all three of our characters to beat)

His name is Throth, and he is a dark knight. He wears black armor, wields a large sword, and is also a master of darkness based magic and attacks.