[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	An explosion? Asevor is certainly pulling out the stops now that he is outside the keep. Solomon didn’t worry too much about it. Not due to a lack of care, rather he knew that at the moment, he had no reliable means of reaching him, and even if he did lacked any methods of actually dealing with him. It was unfortunate, but it is as it is. Even so, Solomon exited the garret to assess the progress of the battle. Several of the wooden structures crackled as small fires ate away at the timber, small bits of blackened foliage drifted from the remains of the bean stalk, what remained limp leaning over the keep. Jazdia was also there, burned and beaten, her exposed skin blistered from magical acid.

	“Prince?” questioned Solomon. He took pause. So the prince is in the box? Solomon turned back to face the box covered in script. The door and slot made sense, and the device? The device might have been a part of what confused Veronica’s scry. But something else was bothering him, he look back out through the door towards the battle above. Violet was holding down one of the death creatures while Petra all by annihilated the others. But the sky, it was getting dimmer. Without clouds in the sky, yet the sun was filtered. Solomon didn’t know specifically what was going on, but it didn’t look good.

	Time working against him more so than before Solomon had to risk opening the box to rescue the prince. Sensing August nearby, he called for his presence. From what remained of the beanstalk that overhung over the building, August emerged having used the vines to elevate himself up from below ground. Walking part Jazdia shortly after she set fire to the source of the acidic fog he ripped the door off the hinge to join Solomon within the garret.

	“So, your herbicidal king’s heir is in there you suppose? Don’t want to confirm?” asked August. He was a little annoyed at the lost of Cedar’s glorious beanstalk creation. Though he was confident he could restore it once the fighting was over, the damage it sustained cut off his reach against Asevor. “Alright, let me see what I can do.” Vines covered much of the side of the keep as well as penetrating deep within each of the floors. A byproduct from Cedar’s growth spell as well as necessary to support the stalk. Concentrating on those vines present in the keep, August was able to nurture their further development. The wood along the floor creaked and split as thin stems sprouted from below. Soon they widened into thick vines, boring out the floor, collapsing  it beneath the box. At the same time, the vines grew around the box to support it instead.

	“We will need to get below ground.” said Solomon, “I fear the spell Asevor has cast may lead to stark devastation.” August only nodded as the vines took the box below into the third floor. The vines slithered abound the floor digging into existing crevices and imperfections, widening them and ruining their integrity, boring down through the keep. The abundance of vines helped. Still at the third floor, the vines began to compress the box continuously applying force hopefully to the point where it would split open, but not be crushed. Enough to create an opening for whatever was inside to crawl out. If it was indeed the prince, then he could take him and follow the path August created down through the keep. The goal was to get underground, perhaps among the roots of the giant stalk if the ground could be cleared away in time. At the very least, find as much cover as possible.

	Above, Violet was clueless to the change in sky, working to keep the remaining death bird from interfering with the others, but Petra looked onward with knowing eyes. She scowled, but knew that in the end, it didn’t affect her fate. Even so, she was compelled to keep the pressure on Asevor. He may have been able to cast his spell, but the Xelthos birds could only last so long before Petra could resume casting rays towards the wizard. She had some time before the spell came to fruition. She laid a hand on the book but when she raised it off, the ray that accompanied the motion instead curved its path so that it circles her person. She repeated this a couple times. It along with Blur would make approaching difficult, and at the same time would allow her to fire the rays in quick succession should it be required. Given the sudden and quick formation of storm clouds, she might need to in one way or another.