Prison Realms RP

[Philote]

The landscape shifts as we run, the town turning into a desert as we run from the banshees, slowly putting some distance between us and them, though not quite escaping them. Following the one with the map, an structure that doesn't belong in a desert slowly begins to appear.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"What's that over there?" I yell at the top of my lungs so as to be heard by the others over the Banshee screams.

[Zaleramancer]

"The hell if I know!" I shout.

I hated these banshees. My poor elven ears weren't made for this.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I try my best to fend off the sonic assault, but, to be entirely honest, it's not easy to read AND defend. I navigate the best I can, but the map only seems half right.

Thinking of what direction to head in, my mind doesn't quite catch it. Two banshees swoop in, fiercely swiping at me.

"Wha--WAAAAAAAIT! HEEEEELP!" I drop the map, and it lands in front of the Polar Elf, before another of our group is caught up by the court of banshees.

I can't see who. Hopefully the guys left behind will come to help us, wherever we're headed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA, TO THE DROP! TO THE DROP!" The banshees cackle in sadistic amusement.

The Drop? Oh, snap, I remember, I've heard of that place. It's...

It's a bottomless pit, at the top of some mountain somewhere...

Somebody better come help us soon. If they reach the Drop before the group does, we're done for.

I call back to the others, manipulating banshee screams to amplify my voice as I fly off into the distance with some person whose identity is obscured in the flying crowd.

"HEEEEEEEEEELLLLPPPP!!! Me and whoever this is!!! HELP!"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Something grabbed me from behind and lifted me off my feet.

"What the?"

[Philote]

To the rescue

(Unfortuantly, my character didn't see the map drop and doesn't know that you guys are headed towards a pit. So i'm just sprinting after the banshees.)

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"Hurry! That pit doesn't look too inviting and I get the feeling that it is bottomless!

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 O NOES!!!1! I SEES IT IN TEH DISTANCE! HELPS US!!!

[Zaleramancer]

"Ohhh."

"I have the map now." I say, ignoring it for now as I think of what to do about the fact that a good chunk of our little group seems to be running/getting taken off.

"I hate doing the right thing so much." I say before throwing the map at someone else.


"I"M MOVING LOUD PERSON!"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Aw, that's so sweet, he comin' to helps us.

"HURRY IT UP, SNOWBALL!"

Can't let him think I'm getting soft.

[GreenDay]

I get a running start and fly off towards the Banshees, throwing flaming chakrams at them. I begin to catch up, and I fly over them while dropping many 20-pound weights.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Um, I know you're trying to help, but you realize that they possess a magical version of intangibility, right? They can grab and attack us, but can't be touched by physical matter if they don't want!

I move as best I can do avoid the chakrams and twenty pound weights...

[GreenDay]

Oh, oops. I fly down towards them after manifesting and donning spiked armor, so they are forced to turn intangible to avoid getting impaled, then fly down and grab the Cell Manipulator. I manage to drop them to the ground before being knocked several hundred yards back and hitting the ground by a collective sonic attack from the banshees.

[Philote]

I materialize a poorly constructed guard tower under me, enough to raise me into the air, and I jump and grab the sound user as he is dropped into the pit.

As we fall, I embed a chain into the wall and the two of us hang over the bottomless pit.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"I--I'd use the power of the banshee screams to propel us up, but, you know. Being nearly paralyzed in mortal terror and all. Hope those guys get here quickly."

[GreenDay]

After regaining consciousness, I see the that 2 others had also been picked up by the banshees, and the banshees were getting extremely close to the pit. I fly as fast as I can towards them, realizing too late it's an illusion. I hit the rim of the pit hard, and lose consciousness again, falling into it.

[Zaleramancer]

"Dude, you should diet." I say as I catch the falling flier before he falls farther into the pit.

I'm not made for lifting, I think as I try hard to just to hold the winged guy in place.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Helloooo? Little help here? Me and this guy, over here, dangling on the face of our doom?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I stretch my arms down into the pit and grab the people hanging there. I run away from the pit and attempt to drag them out.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I'm pulled out just as I feel my grip slipping.

"Phew, that's a relief. Thanks, what's-your-name."