Kravikus Comes!
As well as wide carving arcs, deep impalement and weighty slashing, the greatsword offers other advantages. Leverage. A blade axis that in it's center is denser than mere one-handed tools. With a thrust beneath the hinge and a groany sweat-inducing shove, Jeovanna hears the iron begin to creak. With her weight as much an advantage as sheer muscle, her side of the cage slides upwards just an inch or so.
“It's working!” Magaw has taken the advice to retreat out of the way, but oh it is a sweet sound. The sound of brute force overcoming magic. Raw physicality disrupting a magic's constricting flow. Whatever poor creatures and people had been imprisoned here, they must have been so terribly weakened that this method of escape was impossible. Demonistic guards lurking around probably didn't help either. And Jeovanna? Few humans could be named stronger. The skull is truly lucky this day. Fresh, youthful and strong assistance. A woman in her prime. The room’s guardians sent back to hell.
Another creaky push, and a cage wall is hanging off of it's hinges, sagging to clang against hard rock with a sound like a single strike of a blacksmith’s hammer. Magaw moves to the very edge of what was once confinement.
“Hail you! Lifter of iron and releaser of Magaw!” The head floats a little further out, mere inches.
“I tread a new path now friends, and though it won't be worn by my feet, I thank you!”
With speed he flys out then, moving upwards and nodding to the group with respect.
It is then that Dain hears something, behind them up the unexplored cart-tracked way. A distant crunch of a foot upon coals. Then a dark growling voice booms off the walls. A threat.
“Who dares call upon Kravikus! Imp, I will crush you if this is one of your jests!”
“naughty word,” Annit exclaims under her breath, taking a few steps towards the call. She kneels then, running hands upon the basalt at her feet.
“I witnessed a dream, some gift now bequeathed. This dark rocky path to be jaws, with teeth!”
Dain might be a little shocked at what he witnesses next. From the floor, sharp protrusions of stone grow, like blackened stalacmites. Five feet of razor-sharp obstacle.
The skull turns to face the priest.
“Kravikus comes, someone has alerted him to your presence here. Quick, prepare yourselves! The fiend is not so easily felled as those on prison duty! I will help you! Beware of claws, bite and fire!”
Something brushes Dain’s mind then...
I know you are there, trespasser, prepare for punishment!
Then everyone would feel it, a penetration of their thoughts.
Ah, an infestation of mites, here, come let me crush you!
<Everyone declare your actions and where you would like to be located. The round after that we will roll initiative (feel free to email over your initiative rolls in advance). >
