Prison Realms RP

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"All I can hope to do to help you is listen out for the illusion casters. Just hope this place doesn't cast any illusion to totally fool me. If so, then you're stuck..."

Something in the shadow of the sheriff's office catches my eye, but I can't make out what it might be.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"As long as there isn't anything already dwelling here, this might make a nice place to camp out for awhile."

[Philote]

"What are you looking at over there?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Well, I wish I could tell you, but I can't really make it out. Anybody stupid--I mean, anybody feel like giving it a look-see?"

I take a step back, and my ears perk up as a dragon passes overhead, carrying what sounds like two or three men off into oblivion. Good thing he's just passing.

Though the dragon may just be an illusion. This shadowy area in the corner is the immediate threat.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"I'd rather not risk my life. I have to survive long enough to get out of here. And I will escape, even if it takes an eternity. Whatever is in that corner, I'm not going near it."

[Zaleramancer]

"Pfft. I'm not going." I mutter from behind the others. This is why you needed stupid people around. They could be tricked into doing the risky and potentially lethal things for you.

Just to be safe, I keep my hands in a knife.

[GreenDay]

"Well, since none of us want to go there, I have a different solution." as I say this, I finish assembling a larg gun, which I then use to fire a large blast of energy at the suspicious corner.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The shots are especially devastating to my ears. Assaulting my sense of hearing mercilessly, the gun makes me nearly faint. When I finally regain my composition, I look to the corner and decide it looks safe.

"See? Aside from the ringing in my ears, I hear nothing in the corner. Looks like this is a safe place to crash for now."

I set down a bag I picked up in the prison, and decide to look through it more thoroughly.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Cyto leans his back against one of the walls and quickly falls into a light sleep.

[Philote]

"Wait, my paranoia is acting up. You said you saw something suspicious in the corner and suddenly it has disappeared? I don't trust this to not be an illusion."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Well, that's not to say that we won't be found out from somewhere outside..."

My statement is cut off from continuing by a horde of harpies chasing an elf down the street.

"See? I just suggest we sit here and think of a plan while we have some time."

I walk across the room, cautiously avoiding the dark area, and step unwittingly on a loose plank, causing me to faceplant onto the floor.

Pulling myself up part of the way, I realize that the plank is loose enough to fit a finger into.

"Say. Who feels like reaching their fingers into this floorboard and trying to pull it up? I have a hunch something useful is in here..."

[Philote]

"Why do you keep asking others to examine things."

I attach a chain to the floorboard with my power and pull it up a safe distance away.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Well, I wasn't gonna be dumb and do it myself!"

I kneel down, ready to blast whatever the heck comes out.

Instead of needing to blast, though, I see only a piece of folded up paper. I unfold it and it looks like--

"It's a map. A map leading through this cityscape!"

I barely finish my sentence when a cry pierces the air. I rush to the threshold of the sheriff's office, and look up. It is NOT pretty.

A swarm of banshee are whirling high above the building. And from my race's experience, sonic attacks don't do much good against the sonic wail of a banshee.

I rush back inside, "We have a TINY little problem..."

[Zaleramancer]

"Oh.. This is bad." I say. "So.. Are we going to stand here and fight what may just be another illusion?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Either way, cover your ears. Illusions or not they can probably still hurts us."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Looking up, I'm a bit more dismayed than normal, "You really think you can fight a disembodied spirit? I admit you have some skills, but now's not the time to get cocky!"

I realize momentarily that I may have been a tad too loud as a banshee comes wailing between us, knocking me and the Polar Elf to the ground, before flying back up, passing through the roof, and rejoining the court of banshees flying about us.

Scattered shouts and wails and screams, and I deduce that we may have been given up. Time to run.

*Fun fact: On Celadon, a group of banshees is called a "court".

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The cells around my ears expand to seal my ears from sound as I turn and run for my life.

[Philote]

I run with my hands over my ears, my only protection from the sonic attacks. I follow the sound user, hoping he had his wits about him to follow the map, because I was unable to communicate with him due to the overwhelming sound.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I run as fast as I can, trying to read the map and navigate at the same time. I can prevent one or two sonic attacks, but no damage can really be done to anyone except us.

"Turn here!" I shout back to the others, before looking back briefly to see that the road behind us has turned to desert.

Aw, crap, not now, I think to myself, but now's not the time to dismay. Run now, worry later.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"You don't have to tell me twice," I yell as I sprint to escape the banshees.