Risu have saluted, accidentally spraying gore all over the wall, and said, "Nope. I'll get around to finding her right now, though."

An unlucky guard ran out and levelled a spear at Risu. "ESCAPEE!"

Risu charged him, batting the spear aside and using his shoulder to crush the guy against the wall. A companion of the late guard also came out.

Using one sword, Risu knocked the spear out of the way. With the other, he cleanly cut that arm off, without any tears marks of anything.

Before the man could scream, Risu hammered the butt of his sword into his forehead. There was a cracking, and when Risu pulled his sword away, there was actually blood coming off of it.

"Has anyone seen the annoying guy? Jor...Joor..JUDE! That's his name!"

Dire looked at the guards who were sent to watch him. They were talking about how they would be safe from Sarion now, but not really paying attention to their hostage.

Looking at his ropes, Dire scratched them a little with his nails. Soon, he just stood up and stretched out his arms, breaking the rope. The guards heard this, and turned to face him. Suprised that the mage broke out of his ropes, they slowly began to pull out their weapons.

Suddenly, from behind, the door came crashing into the room. Soon after the door went down, Fenris pounced from the hall, landing on one of the guards. He was quickly killed when Fenris crush his neck with his jaws. The other guard screamed in shock of his partner suddenly being killed by a wolf, but was quickly silenced when Dire slit his throat.

"You can eat that one, this one will be a meal for Loki." Dire informed his familiar and he slung one of the dead guards over his shoulder. As he exited the room, Fenris began to feast on the other guard.

Free meals and now I know their true intentions.

"Did you guys miss me?" Kali said as she appeared out of the darkness "or did waste my time escaping?"

*Before*
Saviorus nodded and clapped Samuel on the shoulder. "Very well, Don't drink too much, you don't want to burn yourself." He grinned as he walked up to the steps to his room. Sedran had already fallen asleep. He too soon found that his eyes were growing heavy. quickly at that.

Something is not right! He thought lazily. This isn't natural.

Grabbing his staff, he created a small flame within his nerves, the intense pain barely keeping him from falling into unconsiousness. "Help!" he called out weakly.

Then, two large brutes of men stalked into his room, each carrying a heavy mace. "Hey!" said one. "This one isn't asleep yet!"

Saviorus lifted his staff weakly, but the second brute hammered him in the head with the hilt of the mace, sending him into the blackness of unconsiousness.

**************

Saviorus awakened to the intense throbbing within his head. He viewed his surroundings, discovering that he had been placed within a squared cell, and chained to a chair within the center of the room. The two brutes were standing nearby.

The first brute stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "Well, you just don't like to sleep now do you?"

"You should know when it's past your bedtime!" the other chuckled.

The first brute let loose with a bruising right hook, smashing Saviorus' face. A second one connected, causing a molar to shake loose. A heavy bodyblow smashed into his gut, knocking the wind out of the Pyro mage.

"Oh"! said the second one, dangling his staff in front of him. "Not so scary without your staff now, are you?" He whipped the hilt around, smashing Saviorus across the other cheek, causing him to spit out blood.

The guard swung a second time, this time hammering the right cheek, causing the molar to explode within his mouth, and his chair to fall to the side. As he landed, he felt the chains slip... just that small bit. Saviorus shrugged his shoulder, trying to pull his arm loose, but looking as if he were trying to right himself. Just as the first guard lifted the chair and belted him across the face once more, he felt his hand come free.

The second guard lifted the staff high above his head. "Time to say 'good night' fire boy!" he said and swung the staff down- only to be caught in the freed hand of Saviorus.

He looked into the guards eyes, pure mallace burning in his retna's. His fist shook, and the iron staff began to glow bright orange. The guard gasped in pain and let go, clutching his smoldering hand. The other, recovering from shock, lifted his mace from his belt, only to be blown into the wall by an intense blast of red flame; he slid down slowly, his skin now missing.

The chains that bound him so too glowed a bright red, then orange, then white, eventually melting off the Fire mage. The guard cowered in fear as the Pyro Mage approached, and squealed in terror as he was drawn eye to eye by the grip of Saviorus.

"Am I frightening now?" Saviorus asked; but the mans only response was a shrill scream, which echoed through the halls as his eyes began to smoke, then melt. Gouts of flame spurted through his sockets, and slowly burned deeper, and deeper, eventually slow-roasting his brain.

Saviorus dropped the smoldering corpse, and turned to the door, blasting it open with a stream of fire, and taking with it several of the other guards who were responding to the scream. Saviorus stepped out into the hallway, looking at all of the stunned guards.

"Burn!" he said quietly, his voice shuddering. "This whole town shall burn!" His voice echoed menacingly through the halls, as seemingly from the depths of hell, gouts of flame in the forms of demonic ghosts rose from the floor, passing through and frying each and every guard they came in contact with.

He turned down the hallway, seeing a corpulant guard stop in his tracks and slowly edge backwards.

"Back to hell where you belong!" He shouted, his voice echoing at several pitches at once. And he raised his hand, palm open to the sky. simutaniously, the walls and ceiling burst into flame an enormous skeletal hand, made purely of fire rose from the ground, gripping the obese guard and closing its fist tightly, moving slowly back into the floor and leaving nothing but crisped ashes in its place.

Saviorus stalked down the hallway, to destroy anything that came within sight.

ooc: You do realize we still need to get out of the building before you burn it to the ground.

Ooc: Gimme a break, he's having an emotional time here. He's at the "I want everything and everyone to die!" stage of his life. :D

OOC: Then I will personally kill him for his stupidity if he endangers everyone else.

Ooc: Don't worry, he'll sobre up once he sees a familliar face.

Hint hint.

As Zak continued past the Dark Mage, Solomon appeared in front of him.
"Did you really think there was only one entrance, fool? I knew you were hiding somewhere near the inn, but I couldn't tell where, so after talking to Samuel here, I knew you should have awakened as well. I then lured you here as I knew you would suspect that I di..." His speech was cut short as Zak unleashed one of his spells he made the last year. Solomon's entire body began to swell up like a balloon, but he countered quickly enough to not burst like all balloons eventually do when constantly being inflated. Jenkins, as Zak had decided to call the dead guard's skeleton, rushed at Solomon and grabbed at his staff.

"Calm down." Jude said, holding up his staff as water danced along the walls, steam bursting from the liquid drenching the flames. "No one made it out yet, my turtle is trying to free our mounts." The Hydro mage said then turned down the corner leading to the other cells.

Saviorus looked back to see the Hydro Mage approaching. After a few moments, he released his mental control of the fires, causing them to sputter and die. He whiped a line of sweat from the bridge of his nose with a trembling hand. "I apologize." he said. "I must say you are the last person I expected to see."

Taking a deep breath, he regained control. "Where are the others?" he asked as he rubbed his heavily bruised cheek.

ooc: Don't burn me, at least

Ray followed the sounds to find Savorius stalking through the corridor, flames flickering out of the room he must have just left, seeing as how the screaming had stopped, and there was left only the stench of ozone and guard flambe.
I swear, if he burned my staff...
He thought, after reconsidering calling out the man's name. Pyromagi weren't entirely stable, so to speak, the idea being not to suprise one when he's in the process of burning people. This being so, He ran back to the hall where his cell was, and of course only then noticed the door left ajar by the guard who now was banging on the locked cell door.
thieves should be punished, you know.
he said with a matter-of-factly tone as he retireved his staff from a table otherwise laden with half eaten bread crusts and a hunk of roast mutton without a bite taken out of it
No time...but...mutton, soooo good.....nyah!
the young man's scattered mind flew about, finally focusing back on his staff, and its ability to alleviate the considerable pain in his face, so he pickied it up, and immediately felt the pain dim, though the wounds wouldn't be full healed for a few hours. He cast a small healing spell on himself to speed the process before taking up his small pack and bow, tying everything securely, and headin out the door. Around the next hall, 2 guards had stalked out of an unnoticed anteroom and heard the commotion from his end of the hall, turning and yelling out as they began sprinting for him, swords drawn. Ray turned his mind to his spells, rifling through his mind and landing on what he needed, adjusting it to his needs, and intuitively casting it in a mere second.
He spoke in a dire tone as the spell completed, the guards now a few meters away
Stop running
5 spots on the floor and cieling and 7 on heach wall, all on the same plane, turned bright white and became connected to their opposites by piercingly bright strands, forming a net. The guards ran right through it, the life draining from them as they passed with incredible ease, falling to smoking pieces on the ground before him (a la Resident Evil). Ray cringed at the scent, but inwardly steeled himself against the fact that he had just send two sould to the fugue state, to be judged. He had killed, and he found himself reacting in a remarkable stable manner. Such things aside, he thought
Now, where the hell is everyone else?
As he dashed back through the corridor, hearing the voice of the Dark Mage, he ran for them, but was blocked off when a wooden support, weakened by Savorius's flames, crashed down in front of him, cutting him off.
Shit. Well, thank goodness for theoretical magics.
he thought, going back to the book he'd been reading and focused on the end of the hall he could se beyond the burning pillar, and vanished into a thousand streams of light which shot through the air around the flames and reformed into the young mage, merely an inch from his chosen target.
DAMMIT!
he exclaimed
I thought I could have perfected that by now. And hey everyone...Suprise, I'm alive.

Ken woke when he felt some heat by him. He struggled to stand. The time mmage stood. The door to his cell was steaming. The door was wet, and charred. Ken began to beat it with the base of his staff. the Door weakened by fire and water basically crumbled.

Kenyu coughing and wheezing walks into the hall.

"I suppose we should get the hell out of here"

"Wow, are you sure you didn't stay in a School, I mean, knowing that getting out of a basically crumbling building, thats some high level stuff." Jude mocked as he walked by. The group came into view, minus a Creator and female Dark Mage. "Where's whatshername? Still trapped?"

"At least I didn't try to burn the place to the ground, or drown everyone before actually getting out of the basement."

"Look again, the water is staying on the walls. Thats Hydro 101, holding water in place." Jude said. He looked around again. "Are we looking for Dark Magette or holding a convention?"

OOC: *cough*Ahem, if you are standing down the hallway from the others, I would be in sight, fighting Solomon...just to let you know

ooc: I'm out now and with the others.

OOC: I guess you guys don't mind me finishing him off then.
As the skeleton distracted Solomon, Zak concentrated on his crystal, and cast the most destructive single target spell he had ever made. The Light Mage was burning the skeleton's hands away with light when the spell hit him. A hole opened in his pants and his digestive system flew out of his butt. Immediately following the digestive system went several other systems, including his skeletal system, and the grand finale of his nervous system, meaning he felt every moment of it. The magic of the spell was still working on him to keep him concious as his systems slowly caught fire, yet wouldn't crumble away to ash. As the spell completed, the Light Mage was held alive and forever burning in a pile of his own organs.
"Have fun Solomon, this spell lasts for around three to four years! Come Jinkens." Zak continued onward, followed by the quickly crumbling Jinkens, and found the time mage. He pulled Ken's map out of his pocket and handed it to him. "I believe this is yours."

OOC: Elminsters... Ugh... For one, you just had your creator easily kill a mage Raiden declared was powerful in his own post. Secondly, you did it and Raiden is not even on.

Ooc:... Eeeeeeeew!

Ic: Saviorus stared at the pooling mess in both awe and disgust. "That's disgusting!" he said, then looked up to Zak. "There wouldn't be any way you could teach that one to me, would there?" he asked, prodding the goop with his staff.

OOC: I'll just move the kill to after everyone else notices the fight and joins in. Is that ok?
Edit: and move his comment to afterwards as well.
Edit2: Or maybe Sam was preventing Solomon from casting spells as my skeleton attacked, and I cast that spell. So what do you think of that spell? I thought it was fairly original.

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