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Vrelenor


??? - Cliff-Forest


Vrelenor certainly doesn't have a better idea, he could try melting conjured ice in a pinch, but that seems unlikely to provide enough water for all of them, particularly as they don't own so much as a cup. Probably better to just try that pool in the cave.
Marking trees sounds easy though, just got to carve into them, he'd worry about angering a Dryad or something, but so far this place seems to be empty, so no more paranoia.

"We've got enough sharp objects to carve marks into trees with, but lets just stick to the cliff first, there was water in the cave so maybe there's some sort of natural spring serving as the source of a stream nearby."
Thinking again of the chest room he adds.
"Lets just go right, both ways seem identical to me."
No more delays.

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Viktor


It seems the pyromancer's information is out by an order of magnitude, there's barely fifty of the savages, a short sighted attempt to avoid fighting, unlikely, the many clearly relishes power and every military treatise he's studied indicates such a horde is the ideal environment for pyromancy. More likely they were in the Maw longer than previously thought, entirely believable, Viktor himself had little sense of time, likely a result of some mind suppressing magics. In that time the hordes have been broken, as the Warden stated. They shall be easy pickings for a group as dangerous as his fellow Blackguards.

As he was thinking the undead woman reveals something of her power, a sonic attack, not many creatures can do that, and yet she hides behind others. An exhausting ability, true fear, or an act?

Viktor wills himself into action, can't let those souls go to waste. He points towards the barbarians as they stumble into their former compatriots, his hands trace mirrored patterns in the air, identical demonic sigils appear on their foreheads and sink in with a spray of blood. A few of the reavers let out cries of pain as the demonic magic peels away their skin and muscle, within seconds a dozen reavers are but clean skeletons standing in a pile of gore.
That flesh rending curse is definitely one of his best 'purchases', the skeletons are in perfect condition for post battle reanimation.
Viktor


It's not a true escape, no doubt that thing can track them even here, but freedom with a time limit is still freedom and Viktor does not belong in any prison, let alone that place.
The mission sounds rather challenging, or the regicide does at least, are they meant to succeed, or just tie up Sulfreyan resources while the King builds up for war. He wonders what he could get for this god-king's soul, might it be enough to arrange his own disappearance beyond even the Warden's reach?
His new associates are an interesting collection, rather unsavory, not the type he'd socialise with, but this is business, and they're hardly worse than demons.

He quietly allows a few of them to speak, the pyromancer's initial actions may speak of instability, yet he's clearly knowledgable about their surroundings, as useful as he is dangerous. The ogre is clearly just a brute, shouldn't be a problem. Too early to judge the Giant, but clearly more to her than the ogre. As the plagueborn lets slip a connection to the King's church, odd that one of their own ended up here, and starts introductions Viktor speaks.

"Since we shall be working together in this matter, you may all refer to me as Viktor." A polite smile appears on command as he speaks. "This cache sounds most useful, though I fail to see why we should avoid these Reavers, their corpses could be a convenient resource, and one that won't be missed."
Yes, it wouldn't do to travel for days without some skeletons to handle the manual labour.
Viktor


Consciousness at last returns to Viktor, and with it confusion. The chains, his last real memory in who knows how long, are gone, yet he feels far from free, heavy limbs unwilling to move.

You have woken.
Patience, the Warden says, her voice like breaking glass. All in due time. They are waking.


Well that explains things, of course that horror needs no chains to bind him. Or rather them, it (and it's definitely an it in his mind, far too inhuman to be anything else) mentioned a they after all.
He strains to look at the shadowy figures, but only his eyes move, darting around their sockets.
But that is all he does, he vaguely hears some words from one of the shadows, but has no intention of wasting his breath here. Just stand and wait, they, whoever they are, are here for a reason and only time will reveal it.
Vrelenor


??? - Mosslit Cavern


Vrelenor follows the others out and pauses to admire the view, the midday sun shining brilliantly as they reach the exit is pleasant on its own, they certainly had fortunate timing, but the seemingly endless forest below is like nothing he'd ever seen, so many trees!

"Well, that is quite the view, I've seen forests before, but not that reach the horizon. Uh, any of you know how to survive in a forest? Because I'm not seeing as much as a village."

He then follows Javal down the path, it's a little precarious, someone should really install a railing, but his new body seems to have come with a small upgrade to his balance, though whether it's an elf thing or one of the stats is unclear. Besides it's still a path, can't be that hard.

@Crusader Lord @Expendable @Crimson Paladin
I'm also fine either way, just do what seems more fun to you.
Vrelenor


??? - Mosslit Cavern


The alcoves, the ones he was sure were hiding sneaky monsters, cunning traps, or at least some sort of puzzle, are completely empty. The idea that this world might not be that dangerous passes through Vrelenor's head, but it doesn't really fit, if that was the case they probably wouldn't have spawned in with a bunch of almost entirely combat-related stats and skills.

He calls over, sounding a little disappointed "Literally nothing in the alcoves, I have no idea why they're even here. We could try playing the flute, maybe it'll do something interesting and we could do that while moving. I've got to say a flute and a pelt is a very random combination though, random loot is certainly common in fiction, but doesn't make much sense, maybe when we get out of here we can ask a local."
He follows along behind Nyana.

@Crusader Lord @Expendable @Crimson Paladin
If I'm not too late then here's Viktor.

Still here, nearly done with my CS, just thinking up suitable examples of dark magic for him (beyond the summoning demons which is more how he got it than anything else)
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