Posts from Divine Journey

-I wonder who "couldn't handle it" - Alco muttered.

"He couldn't handle it," strong people, a mage... I think I'm starting to figure out where we are!"
- Hey, Kerlian, did that hunter from the tavern say anything about the nationality of our mage-researcher? Looks like we're in his clutches!

Hostor, barely suppressing a tremor of excitement, sat silently in the corner of his cell.
Damn it. Damn it! DAMN IT! What is this place? How did I get here? The Dungeon? Damn it, how did I get here?! To cast stunning spells, you need to see your targets! We were standing by the door, and Morgan was blocking the view from the window. What the hell...
The man in the cell opposite approached his cell door, bent the bars, and climbed out into the corridor. Redram smirked nervously at the sight of the one-eyed man.
Oh, hell. And this seems to be one of those who were in the team that fought the hydra. And he's apparently calling his friends. Ha-ha. I don't remember any fight between us or anything. Very funny!
While Hostor was thinking, the one-eyed man returned to his cell, and a few moments later, a strange procession appeared. Strange people walked along the bars, counting the prisoners and...threatening them? Hell! What's going on?! From the words of the man with the staff, Hostor was only sure that Siegfried and Morgan might also be here. When the procession returned to some exit from the corridor, they seemed to pull someone out of a cell. "Someone" started screaming, and the mage recognized the voice of the innkeeper. But what does he have to do with it?! The man called for help, but after the sound of a heavy blow, the screams stopped, and the procession left. Redram shivered. Does this threaten all of us? Not on your life, you bastards! You won't shut me up so easily.

- The slightest hint - captured by a nix sorcerer. Happy?

The voice from the bars opposite brought Hostor back to reality - the mage was thinking about how to escape or how to roast those who would come for him.
- This is not a nix. He has eyebrows. Besides, he called the nix a "dungeon dweller." I thought they had more respect for their own.

Heimir checks if he can bend the bars with his hands. But he doesn't try too hard, so it wouldn't be obvious!

- You're right. It seems that it's not Nixes after all. Which, however, doesn't make the situation any better.

Heimir checks if he can bend the bars with his bare hands.

And he manages to do it.

- Riddle upon riddle. I wish I knew how we ended up here, - Redram slowly stood up and, approaching the door, sat down next to the lock.

Added 13 minutes later
- Not a lock, but something else entirely, - Hostor smiled and used the Melting spell on the lock box so that the bolt could be manually adjusted.

used the melting technique on the lock box so that the latch could be manually adjusted.

Success.

- Hey, Kerlian, did that hunter from the tavern say anything about the nationality of our mage-researcher? It seems we're in his clutches!

- Unfortunately, I only asked about magic and his whereabouts. But I think it's a different person.
- Anter! Anter! - the elf tried to call out to his friend, hoping he was in one of the neighboring cells. But no one responded to the call. *If this bald creature has done something to him, I will find him and cut off his head*. Kerlian knew that he needed to calm down and focus all his energy on escaping, but he wasn't very good at it.

"I need to check the chamber for any items," Morgan thought, and he examined the floor of the chamber and the dark corners.

"I need to check the chamber for any items," Morgan thought, and he examined the chamber floor and the dark corners.

Just like May A'aren Card, Lucius discovers that the chamber is completely empty. There are only solid cave walls and a tiled floor.

Redram carefully unlocked the door and stepped out into the corridor. First, he looked in the direction from which the unknown jailers had come, and then he simply looked around.

Morgan decides to try the Cleave spell and forcefully break the lock/grate.

The castle crumbles into pieces, and the door is no longer held in place.

The Assassin, watching his fellow sufferers, decides it's time for him to do something too. A punch with his bare hand against the iron lock produces the expected effect. - Ah, you &$*!! Your %$&* #$#%#^$!!! %#$%#^(!!! $##$%^# #%#*($@ @#@$@^%(!!! Nell furiously shakes his hand, trying to ward off the terrible pain. - Arrr, well, they don't punish you for trying.