[center][h2]PROLOGUE[/h2][/center]

[center]~ [@A Lowly Wretch] [@ShwiggityShwah] [@DocROck] [@Letter Bee] [@Chiro] ~[/center]

Seeing the stone pillars erected by [u]Ashton[/u], the commander growled as he unsheathed his gladius and hurled it, tip-first, at [u]Ashton's[/u] creation. The pillars shattered, revealing that the sword was no ordinary weapon. Regardless, [u]Ashton's[/u] plan was ruined. Some four guards have broken past and tackled him to the ground and began beating on him with their boots and rods.

[u]Nale[/u] attempted to strike at the commander from behind, intending to strangle the golden-armored with a chain. However, the commander instantly turned around and caught the chain before it could even reach his neck. His strength was undeniable when he effortlessly yanked it off [u]Nale's[/u] hands before hitting him with it. The commander began swinging it to gain momentum for one, deadly swing at [u]Nale[/u]. Fortunately, this gave the Fate-Seeker to get away.

Meanwhile, [u]Gangraena[/u] charged the incoming guards and easily tossed them away. Her target was the commander in the gold armor who was busy fighting [u]Nale[/u]. He was open to attack but the guards kept coming and they began to slow [u]Gangraena[/u] down. And they kept on coming. And coming. And coming. [u]Gangraena's[/u] innate strength was no longer enough and the guards had managed to halt her advance. But that did not mean she was out of the fight.

[u]Pox[/u] attempted to use one of the mess hall tables to block the incoming wave of guards. But with no one helping him, the guards pulled the table away and closed in on [u]Pox[/u] as well as [u]Selphia[/u].

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[center]~ [@Lumiere] ~[/center]

You were stirred to escape and you successfully left the void that was your prison. But the moment you stepped out of it, you felt something. Something like an alarm being sounded all across the realms. You knew what that meant. You had to move.

Roaming for a while, you find yourself in a gigantic room filled with dozens, if not hundreds, of forges and smiths. You saw anvils next to each other, hammers and tools beyond count. Scorching heat emanated from the bubbling lava within the huge pots near the walls. You knew that this was one of the many forge-rooms that Kazzok used to arm his forces. 

Strangely, the complex was empty, making it eerie to be there. But then, the silence was shattered.

*THUD*

*THUD*

*THUD*

Metal boots stomped on the stone floor. They belonged to only one owner but its presence was great. You hid behind one of the anvils and peeked to see who was the newcomer. [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/lotr/images/4/4c/Morgoth.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120224014457]He was a massive figure, his form towering over average men. He was clad in black, spiky armor and his helm concealed his face save for his fierce red eyes[/url]. You knew who this was: Vizcondrius, one of Kazzok's greatest champions. No doubt sent here to try and capture you.

To face him head on would only mean being sent back to your prison. You must find a way to distract him or keep him occupied so you may be able to explore your surroundings more closely.