Mentis took Tyreon's hand and raised him to his feet, knees buckling slightly as the rush of adrenaline left his bloodstream.
He still had energy left to continue the fight, but worried that he may not have energy enough to confront the count. Who knows what powers he wields... surely the ruler of Aboron has a couple tricks saved up for this kind of occasion He thought to himself.
Turning his gaze towards the prisoner, Mentis rammed his chain against the restraints, breaking them with a resounding crack as the remainder of the energy infused within them dissapated into the manacles. The prisoner didn't say a word, merely meeting his gaze with a nod.
"Wait here for an hour, by then the area should be cleared." Mentis said to the man, resolving to murder anybody standing in the way of his freedom, he knew how it was to be confined to these dungeons.
Looking upwards, Mentis scoffed at Aidan's remarks, As if they would suspect an attack from the prison, let alone a prison accessed through a coffin.
Turning his gaze back towards the darkened hallways, Mentis wondered how they would meet up with the rest of the group.
Won't be needing this... Mentis thought as he stripped the guardsmen of their clothing, leaving their bloodied corpses naked in the corner of the chasm.
"You don't have anything against wearing the clothes of a dead man, do you?" Mentis asked Tyreon as he thrust a set of clothing towards him.
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"I think this is the prison that lay on the bottom floor of the fortress." Tyreon shouted from the bottom of the chasm, Mentis was amazed that his brains did not litter the ground beneath them: it was quite a fall.
Mentis suddenly spotted a torch light the ground, as two guardsmen emerged from one of the hallways. It was difficult to see from the staggering height, but he could clearly make out another prisoner being chained to the wall.
"I don't know what you want, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!!"
His stood fixed in place, eye twitching as he witnessed the man being lashed to the cold, stone wall.
"How could she... how.."
Without thinking, Mentis vaulted off the walkway, springboarding off his rage made manifest by years of imprisonment. "Fethala azretavaru!!" He bellowed, still plummeting towards the stone floor.
His arm jerked sideways as one end of his chain shot outwards to grip the ancient rock of the cliff. The other end followed suit, gripping it several feet below. After slowing his fall, he vaulted off the cliff once more, and into the first guardsmen just in time to meet his gaze with his boot.
The man was sent sprawling, the impact of his heel spraying blood across the chains and manacles of the prison. The second guard began to yell a warning, Mentis quickly responded by whipping his chain around the man's neck, yelling the same incantation as before to send waves of force through the chain. It jerked to the left, sending the guard's torso and below towards the already stunned guard, and dropping his head to the ground. Mentis rushed over to the pinned guard, taking grim pleasure in strangling the life out of him.
Both jailors dead, Mentis offered a hand to his exhausted comrade, and shouted upwards to the rest of the party.
"I doubt either of us will be able to climb up. Assuming Tyreon can still move, we'll meet you further down the passageway."
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Mentis scanned the tomb, looking for the staircase, but the tomb wasn't about ti give up any of it's secrets to a band of revolutionaries.
"Who knows how long we'll be looking.." Mentis thought to himself, suddenly doubting if this plan would even get past the first stage. He looked around the crowded tomb once more, his line of sight blocked by his companions, and by the countless cobwebs that littered the old catacomb.
Growing more and more impatient every moment they spent searching, Mentis doubled his pace and looked everywhere that his comrades weren't. The corners, the roof, under floor tiles, and eventually in the sarcophagi. He overturned one of the lids, and saw before him a small passage, wide enough for one person to crawl through.
"Oy, found it." He said, a grin slowly stretching across his face as he clambered into the passage.
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Mentis immediately ducked behind an opened door after running down a stretch of the bloodied cobblestones, but quickly remembered the barrage of arrows had stopped moments ago.
"It's not far now, we'll need to make it through nearly half of the church district before reaching the cemetary. It should be outside of one of the old cathedrals, the diety it is devoted to escapes me at the moment... I'm not on good terms with the gods." Mentis said with a slight chuckle, he had never beleived in the gods of Aboron, surely they would have intervened long ago in the state of things if they did exist.
The group continued on down towards the point marked on the map, drawing closer and closer to their destinatio
".... Does anybody else hear metal plate? Either my senses deceive me, or we could have a bit of a situation on our hands."
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Mentis was quite suprised that these people, some even Asrai from the looks of it, trusted each other enough to go through with such a plan. He was even more shocked at himself, wondering how he ever managed to trust the plans a human had made, when they had brought him so much misery in the plan.
Despite his doubt, he still clambered through the window and followed the group into the alleyways, making sure to go relatively last as to let people in front catch any arrows for him.
"Come to think of it... what happened to the arrows?"Mentis thought as he looked overhead and listened, the faint whistling of the arrows no longer pervaded the air.
As if in response to his question, he heard an ever so faint metallic grating far off in the distance. Pondering what it could have been and he rushed down the alleyway to catch up with Tyreon, Aritius, and Valos, he eventually decided on the most likely reason why the gate would have been opened. "The gate..... either the rebels have taken the fort, or the count is sending out soldiers to mop up any pockets of resistance left."
Not wanting to say anything in case his guess was terribly wrong, he held his tongue and continued on down the alleyway, hoping the latter of his guesses would never come to pass.
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"Do not take this the wrong way miss but look around you. Now is neither the time nor the place to pause and contemplate the situation and your choices. Waiting around here is surely going to get us killed. I understand your cautions with us but I can assure you that we are all better off fighting together than each of us going at it alone."
Mentis nodded at the speech Tyreon said, and nodded out of respect for the man. "Maybe this rabble isn't as useless as I had thought." He thought to himself, wondering if this rag tag group of revolutionaries could put together a plan worthy of slaying the count.
"How are we supposed to get there if we don't know where it is? And what of protections it would have from intruders? They must have put something to challenge the way."
"And what would you rather do, face the torrent of arrows falling around our feet?" Mentis said with a snarl, rather perterbed at this man's lack of common sense.
"As it happens I'm quite familiar with the tunnel noted here." He said as he poked the map divulged by the "spy". "I took the tunnel once when... visiting my mother, the tunnel you have noted will exit in the old sanctuary of the fort, inside the back courtyard." Mentis said as he thought back on those countless years trapped in the dungeons.
"And now I try to get back into that pit... wonderful" He thought, grinning at the sheer absurdity of the whole plan, if it could even be called a plan.
"And what are we to do once we get into the castle, rush the count? Do you not know he is protected? Especially at a time such as this, he is not going to leave himself with his wife for protection, he will have guards stationed throughout the entire fort, we will need a much more solid plan if we have any hopes of assaulting the inner chambers, or even making it several steps past that tunnel exit."
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Mentis slumped against the wall, fatigue gripping his every limb.
"Well, assuming we're all on the same side here, I guess I'll introduce myself as well. My name is Mentis, I've really no other reason to take part in this rebellion other than personal revenge. Not for my family or friends, simply for my own peace of mind." Mentis said, eyeing the man dressed in the counts' uniform.
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His energy was waning, he couldn't exert himself as he did last time, another volley deflected in that manner and he would surely die of exhaustion. Diving from shelter to shelter during the calm moments, Mentis was beginning to wonder if he would ever make it to the castle alive, or if this revolution would even succeed with so many of his brethren being cut down around him.
He passed by countless bodies, pincushioned by the endless hail or arrows. Some old, some young, like it even mattered in death. He grinned at this realization, "Why am I paying so much attention to the dead, when I should be focused on keeping myself alive?"His grin was wiped clean when he was nearly hit by a stray arrow, and decided to keep his focus where it was needed.
Hiding behind an overturned cart, he could hear the constant thuds of the projectiles. He scanned the streets when the noise subsided, and chose a house with an already opened door. Timing the pauses in between hails, he dodged to a fence, to a rubble pile, a barrel, and finally to side of the house.
Looking at the ajar door, he noticed one of the arrows fresh with blood, and glancing back out to the street, saw a rather unfortunate individual pierced by multiple arrows. "Guess he won't be needing this house any-." His thoughts grinded to a halt as he darted through the door to be met by the gazes of 4 other people, one of which was dressed in the regalia of the count's men. They seemed to be friendly towards one another, leading to utter dread.
"SPIES, THE COUNT HAS SPIES IN THIS HOUSE, TO ARMS, BROTHERS !!" he yelled to the street, hoping any survivors would come to his aid in dispatching these despicable traitors. He brandished his chain, and rushed the man dressed as the count's guard.
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He loved the sound, absolutely loved the sound the chains made. Odd that he grew to enjoy a sound so much when it was the only thing he could hear for uncounted years. He grinned at the irony of it all, and grinned at the fear the sound was causing.
He could hear them, their quivering voices, their slowed breathing, he could hear it all. He reveled in it for mere moments before kicking down the door. It shattered under the force of his blow, and sent splinters flying throughout the room. He spotted the first of his victims, and whipped his chain towards the noble. It wrapped around the mans' throat, piercing his flesh as it dug the various blades into his neck. Mentis ripped the chain backwards, and sent the man to the floor with a sickening thud.
Mentis merely laughed, and grinned insanely at his next victim. The man must have went into a state of shock, his face a blank stare. Mentis focused on his chain, and muttered "fethala aretavaru" under his breath. His chain raised itself upwards like a cobra ready to strike, and darted forwards towards the man's chest. It punched through his thin robes, and exited the man's ribcage through shreaded flesh. He grinned at his handiwork, and departed from the newly vacated dwelling.
Mentis was suprised he was capable of such cruel deeds, it was rather ironic that he now was doing much worse things to his oppressors than they ever thought of doing, seemingly in the name of justice. He grinned at this contradiction, and continued on down the streets towards the object of their rage : the count's castle.
Whistling a tune, he heard a faint chorus join in to his song. He looked around to see who it was, but it kept growing louder, yet the streets were completely devoid of life save a child running into a back alley. He wondered then, what was causing the noise. Looking up just in time to see the moon blackened by a swarm of arrows, he immediately drew upon his energies and yelled "Fethala azretavu" , Countless arrows bounced harmlessly off his shield, and were sent spiraling towards the nearby houses with renewed force.
Gasping with the exertion this caused, Mentis continued once more towards the count's castle, and towards what was left of the revolutionaries.
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Mentis thought as he nodded at the man to his left, who proceeded to kick in the door with unbridled rage. He and 2 other townsfolk rushed into the manor, pounced on the guard stationed to protect the family, and brought him with with their makeshift weaponry.
One of the men bellowed into the empty hallways, taunting the rich inhabitants. Warning them that their days of feeding off the weak were at an end: Mentis could not agree more.
The other man sobbed as he beat the corpse of the guard mercilessly with his cudgel, letting out years of hatred within the span of 11 blows. He wiped away his tears of fury, and nodded at Mentis.
He lit two torches, one was thrown into the hallway to their left, and one was sent upstairs. Without looking back, the trio left the house and blocked the doorway with a cabinet, the people within would not escape with their lives.
Mentis grinned at this, their freedom was finally at hand, no longer would they have to live under the heel of the oppressive nobles. They, the townsfolk made the rules now.
He screamed into the moonlit streets, not at anyone in particular, but at the oppression, for he had experienced it first hand. He gripped his chain tight, and waved his fellow revolutionists into the next house, and the next unfortunate victims of their anger.
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He still had energy left to continue the fight, but worried that he may not have energy enough to confront the count. Who knows what powers he wields... surely the ruler of Aboron has a couple tricks saved up for this kind of occasion He thought to himself.
Turning his gaze towards the prisoner, Mentis rammed his chain against the restraints, breaking them with a resounding crack as the remainder of the energy infused within them dissapated into the manacles. The prisoner didn't say a word, merely meeting his gaze with a nod.
"Wait here for an hour, by then the area should be cleared." Mentis said to the man, resolving to murder anybody standing in the way of his freedom, he knew how it was to be confined to these dungeons.
Looking upwards, Mentis scoffed at Aidan's remarks, As if they would suspect an attack from the prison, let alone a prison accessed through a coffin.
Turning his gaze back towards the darkened hallways, Mentis wondered how they would meet up with the rest of the group.
Won't be needing this... Mentis thought as he stripped the guardsmen of their clothing, leaving their bloodied corpses naked in the corner of the chasm.
"You don't have anything against wearing the clothes of a dead man, do you?" Mentis asked Tyreon as he thrust a set of clothing towards him.
Mentis suddenly spotted a torch light the ground, as two guardsmen emerged from one of the hallways. It was difficult to see from the staggering height, but he could clearly make out another prisoner being chained to the wall.
"I don't know what you want, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!!"
His stood fixed in place, eye twitching as he witnessed the man being lashed to the cold, stone wall.
"How could she... how.."
Without thinking, Mentis vaulted off the walkway, springboarding off his rage made manifest by years of imprisonment. "Fethala azretavaru!!" He bellowed, still plummeting towards the stone floor.
His arm jerked sideways as one end of his chain shot outwards to grip the ancient rock of the cliff. The other end followed suit, gripping it several feet below. After slowing his fall, he vaulted off the cliff once more, and into the first guardsmen just in time to meet his gaze with his boot.
The man was sent sprawling, the impact of his heel spraying blood across the chains and manacles of the prison. The second guard began to yell a warning, Mentis quickly responded by whipping his chain around the man's neck, yelling the same incantation as before to send waves of force through the chain. It jerked to the left, sending the guard's torso and below towards the already stunned guard, and dropping his head to the ground. Mentis rushed over to the pinned guard, taking grim pleasure in strangling the life out of him.
Both jailors dead, Mentis offered a hand to his exhausted comrade, and shouted upwards to the rest of the party.
"I doubt either of us will be able to climb up. Assuming Tyreon can still move, we'll meet you further down the passageway."
"Who knows how long we'll be looking.." Mentis thought to himself, suddenly doubting if this plan would even get past the first stage. He looked around the crowded tomb once more, his line of sight blocked by his companions, and by the countless cobwebs that littered the old catacomb.
Growing more and more impatient every moment they spent searching, Mentis doubled his pace and looked everywhere that his comrades weren't. The corners, the roof, under floor tiles, and eventually in the sarcophagi. He overturned one of the lids, and saw before him a small passage, wide enough for one person to crawl through.
"Oy, found it." He said, a grin slowly stretching across his face as he clambered into the passage.
"It's not far now, we'll need to make it through nearly half of the church district before reaching the cemetary. It should be outside of one of the old cathedrals, the diety it is devoted to escapes me at the moment... I'm not on good terms with the gods." Mentis said with a slight chuckle, he had never beleived in the gods of Aboron, surely they would have intervened long ago in the state of things if they did exist.
The group continued on down towards the point marked on the map, drawing closer and closer to their destinatio
".... Does anybody else hear metal plate? Either my senses deceive me, or we could have a bit of a situation on our hands."
Despite his doubt, he still clambered through the window and followed the group into the alleyways, making sure to go relatively last as to let people in front catch any arrows for him.
"Come to think of it... what happened to the arrows?" Mentis thought as he looked overhead and listened, the faint whistling of the arrows no longer pervaded the air.
As if in response to his question, he heard an ever so faint metallic grating far off in the distance. Pondering what it could have been and he rushed down the alleyway to catch up with Tyreon, Aritius, and Valos, he eventually decided on the most likely reason why the gate would have been opened. "The gate..... either the rebels have taken the fort, or the count is sending out soldiers to mop up any pockets of resistance left."
Not wanting to say anything in case his guess was terribly wrong, he held his tongue and continued on down the alleyway, hoping the latter of his guesses would never come to pass.
Mentis nodded at the speech Tyreon said, and nodded out of respect for the man. "Maybe this rabble isn't as useless as I had thought." He thought to himself, wondering if this rag tag group of revolutionaries could put together a plan worthy of slaying the count.
"How are we supposed to get there if we don't know where it is? And what of protections it would have from intruders? They must have put something to challenge the way."
"And what would you rather do, face the torrent of arrows falling around our feet?"
Mentis said with a snarl, rather perterbed at this man's lack of common sense.
"As it happens I'm quite familiar with the tunnel noted here." He said as he poked the map divulged by the "spy". "I took the tunnel once when... visiting my mother, the tunnel you have noted will exit in the old sanctuary of the fort, inside the back courtyard." Mentis said as he thought back on those countless years trapped in the dungeons.
"And now I try to get back into that pit... wonderful" He thought, grinning at the sheer absurdity of the whole plan, if it could even be called a plan.
"And what are we to do once we get into the castle, rush the count? Do you not know he is protected? Especially at a time such as this, he is not going to leave himself with his wife for protection, he will have guards stationed throughout the entire fort, we will need a much more solid plan if we have any hopes of assaulting the inner chambers, or even making it several steps past that tunnel exit."
"Well, assuming we're all on the same side here, I guess I'll introduce myself as well. My name is Mentis, I've really no other reason to take part in this rebellion other than personal revenge. Not for my family or friends, simply for my own peace of mind." Mentis said, eyeing the man dressed in the counts' uniform.
He passed by countless bodies, pincushioned by the endless hail or arrows. Some old, some young, like it even mattered in death. He grinned at this realization, "Why am I paying so much attention to the dead, when I should be focused on keeping myself alive?" His grin was wiped clean when he was nearly hit by a stray arrow, and decided to keep his focus where it was needed.
Hiding behind an overturned cart, he could hear the constant thuds of the projectiles. He scanned the streets when the noise subsided, and chose a house with an already opened door. Timing the pauses in between hails, he dodged to a fence, to a rubble pile, a barrel, and finally to side of the house.
Looking at the ajar door, he noticed one of the arrows fresh with blood, and glancing back out to the street, saw a rather unfortunate individual pierced by multiple arrows. "Guess he won't be needing this house any-." His thoughts grinded to a halt as he darted through the door to be met by the gazes of 4 other people, one of which was dressed in the regalia of the count's men. They seemed to be friendly towards one another, leading to utter dread.
"SPIES, THE COUNT HAS SPIES IN THIS HOUSE, TO ARMS, BROTHERS !!" he yelled to the street, hoping any survivors would come to his aid in dispatching these despicable traitors. He brandished his chain, and rushed the man dressed as the count's guard.
He loved the sound, absolutely loved the sound the chains made. Odd that he grew to enjoy a sound so much when it was the only thing he could hear for uncounted years. He grinned at the irony of it all, and grinned at the fear the sound was causing.
He could hear them, their quivering voices, their slowed breathing, he could hear it all. He reveled in it for mere moments before kicking down the door. It shattered under the force of his blow, and sent splinters flying throughout the room. He spotted the first of his victims, and whipped his chain towards the noble. It wrapped around the mans' throat, piercing his flesh as it dug the various blades into his neck. Mentis ripped the chain backwards, and sent the man to the floor with a sickening thud.
Mentis merely laughed, and grinned insanely at his next victim. The man must have went into a state of shock, his face a blank stare. Mentis focused on his chain, and muttered "fethala aretavaru" under his breath. His chain raised itself upwards like a cobra ready to strike, and darted forwards towards the man's chest. It punched through his thin robes, and exited the man's ribcage through shreaded flesh. He grinned at his handiwork, and departed from the newly vacated dwelling.
Mentis was suprised he was capable of such cruel deeds, it was rather ironic that he now was doing much worse things to his oppressors than they ever thought of doing, seemingly in the name of justice. He grinned at this contradiction, and continued on down the streets towards the object of their rage : the count's castle.
Whistling a tune, he heard a faint chorus join in to his song. He looked around to see who it was, but it kept growing louder, yet the streets were completely devoid of life save a child running into a back alley. He wondered then, what was causing the noise. Looking up just in time to see the moon blackened by a swarm of arrows, he immediately drew upon his energies and yelled "Fethala azretavu" , Countless arrows bounced harmlessly off his shield, and were sent spiraling towards the nearby houses with renewed force.
Gasping with the exertion this caused, Mentis continued once more towards the count's castle, and towards what was left of the revolutionaries.
Mentis thought as he nodded at the man to his left, who proceeded to kick in the door with unbridled rage. He and 2 other townsfolk rushed into the manor, pounced on the guard stationed to protect the family, and brought him with with their makeshift weaponry.
One of the men bellowed into the empty hallways, taunting the rich inhabitants. Warning them that their days of feeding off the weak were at an end: Mentis could not agree more.
The other man sobbed as he beat the corpse of the guard mercilessly with his cudgel, letting out years of hatred within the span of 11 blows. He wiped away his tears of fury, and nodded at Mentis.
He lit two torches, one was thrown into the hallway to their left, and one was sent upstairs. Without looking back, the trio left the house and blocked the doorway with a cabinet, the people within would not escape with their lives.
Mentis grinned at this, their freedom was finally at hand, no longer would they have to live under the heel of the oppressive nobles. They, the townsfolk made the rules now.
He screamed into the moonlit streets, not at anyone in particular, but at the oppression, for he had experienced it first hand. He gripped his chain tight, and waved his fellow revolutionists into the next house, and the next unfortunate victims of their anger.