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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Alcareru" data-source="post: 1311097" data-attributes="member: 14718">Grimir began to dig furiously at the rock fall, heaving stones away from the blocked tunnel. Several great sized stones shifted and tumbled down to the floor, above the cavern ceiling creaked. "Stop that barbarian!" shouted Verrus. "You' ll bring the whole cave down upon us." The Vanir ceased digging and shot a dark look at the Nemedian."That torch won't burn forever. We have no food nor water. And before that the air may be all used up. Do you wish for this to be our tomb, thief?" Verrus did not reply; Grimir shifted his gaze to Emily. "Tell me, woman is there magic in your ring to move these rocks? or to take us from here?" His tone was no longer menacing as it had been toward Verrus. And Emily also thought she detected a hopeful look in the giant's eyes, like that of a child on her birthday wishing for a long wished for present. "I am afraid not, at least I think so, "She explained, feeling guilty. "To be honest I do not its full range of power, but that of the phoenix is all that I am aware of." Grimir folded his arms quietly in way of reply. Yalla shone his torch around the chamber. "Perhaps the tremors caused a crack somewhere else in the cave. Another opening perhaps- to another cave? In Zamora many cave network and honeycomb; maybe it is the same here?" The four slowly began to search the walls and ceiling for any signs of cracks or openings. Twice they made the circuit of the prison, but they found nothing. One by one they sat upon the ground not far from the slain guard. Verrus went over to search the body. With practied technique, he found a hidden dagger and sheath, much to his delight. With gusto he began to take off the guards boiled leather armor corslet. Yalla looked at him. "It wont do you any good here, besides its too small for you." "No it isnt" came the sharp reply. "It is your belly is a bit too round." "Bah!" came the rebuttal. Verrus threw the armor upon his shoulders. It fit well. He then tried to close the ties on the side. With some difficulty he got hold of the ties, but couldnt close the article around him. After numerous tries, the Nemedian tossed the corslet to Yalla. "Didn't want it anyway." said Verrus matter of factly. Emily sat thinking trying to avoid looking at the corpse. "Why are we guarded by Tetra guards if the Prince wanted you dead, Grimir?" she asked, feeling there was nothing else she could do. The Vanir shrugged. "Who can tell with nobles?" Yalla offered. "I have heard tales of this prince. Folk say he is mad. Was a good prince when he was young and had a Regent. But when he became of age he killed the Regent who was his uncle. Folk say he drinks children's blood." Grimir shrugged again. A quiet fell on the chamber again. Emily looked up at the ceiling. The bars of the cells extended all the way to the top of the cave. Four cells two on each side, not that big. Four cells... "Why were you three in one cell, when I was put in this place?" she asked no one in particular. "There are four cells here." Yalla looked puzzled."Again, who can say with these Corinthians? Perhaps to torment us-perhaps they thought we would kill one another, or maybe it was easier for them to have us in one place. These people here do not think as I do." The young woman arose. "May I see those keys please" she asked taking the ring from Grimir. She went to the cell opposite the one she occupied, found the correct key and unlocked it. Going inside, she looked around. She shook the bars and kicked at the walls. Yalla brought the torch over. "What do you seek?" "I don't know, actually." she said as she exited it for the other cell that was unoccupied. "Save your strength Emily Brightwell," said Verrus grimly," for we will soon have to dig our way out. You will need energy to avoid the roof when it caves in" Emily ignored him and entred the other cell. Again she pulled at the bars and pushed and kicked walls. She felt trapped and foolish and helpless. Tears began to well inside her. Frustrated, she threw the keys across the room and plunged her hot face into the palms of her hands. She took a step back. And she heard a slight pop. The woman looked down. She saw that Yalla had turned to follow the flight of the keyring. Before she could say a word, she felt herself falling. Before she could say anything, or scream, or jump, she was floating in midair and engulfed by darkness. Only the sound of her body hitting the water and the groan of stone moving against stone alerted the others. The three men flew to the cell, where in the middle of the floor a square portion had swung away. On a great hinge made of stone, the trapdoor had swung down at a steep angle very quickly. Yalla lowered his torch below and saw a rippling surface of water surrounded by a curtain of inky darkness some 15 feet under him. Emily emerged from the beneath the waters surface, thrashing and screaming and gasping for breath. She looked up at the others and stopped screaming but chocked as if she might die. "Are you injured, Emily Brightwell?, " asked Yalla. "No, thank you for asking" sputtered the woman as she treaded water;" however, I appear to have found something." Verrus snorted a laugh through his broad nose."You, girl have a talent for understatement." </blockquote>

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