The Chosen Few: The Broken Order {Reboot x2} » Places

         

Had Merriwyn have let herself, she would blacked out completely, making any chance for escape impossilbe for the others, unless they were to abandon her, she heard Valeryn thank her but she couldn't quite make it out, her entire senses were being purged in an effort to regain some energy, her sight was blurred and her hearing disrupted, her sense of touch had gone numb and the scent of the dungeon had left her all together, had she anything to taste, it would be bland and tasteless, even textureless. She didn't even feel Valeryn move her, her entire body was numb to the idea of being moved about.

A few moments later, her senses had returned to her, but she was exhausted, she needed to get out of the dungeon and if not to a campsite to a forest, she could draw from the natural deposits of magic and energy to regain some of what she'd lost temporarily. She sucked in a heavy breath, which ached her ribs, she went to push herself up when Valeryn's showed crept over her, she looked up and into his eyes as he offered his aid.
"Do you need help walking Sister?" Merriwyn shook head, put welcomingly accepted his hand in helping her up.
"I will only slow you down," She gave him a weak smile. "You and the stronger watchers should take the front, I will hang back with these prisoners, if needs be I can protect them, but it's doubtful it will even come to that." She urged him to follow Veran.

She heard the commotion from the bottom of the stairs, but ignored it, she was focused on getting herself up the stairs and to regrouping with the Watchers, she had assembled the remaining prisoners, nobles and peasants alike, no doubt the nobles were political prisoners and the peasants were conscripts who refused to fight, obviously there were common criminals, but the Order would have use for all of these people if they got free from Halwall.

She climbed the stairs with the group, she surveyed the room, and spotted the chest which contained the prisoners' possessions, she made her way stiffly towards it, it wasn't big enough for her staff, but her scroll and dagger would certainly fit inside, along with her potions belt and tome of elven spells, sifting through and gathering all of her affects, Merriwyn looked about for her staff, it had no more magic contained with it, it had little more use than a walking stick but given the right place she could charge it again. She scanned the rack of weapons, nothing and it wasn't until she noticed a pile of junk did she recognise the intricatly carved wood and polished glean, the staff had been split in two and they were to use it as fire wood. Merriwyn felt a wave of helplessness at the sight, but she simply clenched her fist around the hilt of her dagger and assembled with Veran.

Having looked at the map for long enough, it was clear there were plenty of ways out of the castle but the best one, she'd have no clue. She looked at the nervous civilains who were nervously huddled together.
"Which of these pathways is the best way out?" Merriwyn asked them, one of the finer dressed woman snorted.
"Well obviously the front gate." One of the criminals laughed at her and Merriwyn looked at the pair with an annoyed expression, to which the man stepped forward.
"You'll want to follow this path," He traced his finger along a passageway. "It's a small exit, it's mainly to be used to evacuate the nobles of Halwall during times of attack, since the city seems to finishing it's victims off from within, it shouldn't be too heavily guarded." Merriwyn thanked the man before looking to Veran.
"What do you think, Lord Ruthgard?" Her voice hid any pain she was feeling, her entire body ached and if it came to it she'd be in no position to fight.