Kaathe "Crestfallen" Oolacile
@SnarfulblastBy the way the privateers scrambled about, preparing themselves and running up onto the deck, it seemed that they had found a more worthy vessel to fight than his dinghy. By the the time the sounds of battle cries and magical casts could be heard, most of them had already left the brig. Kaathe was calm, even in this situation. Compared to the events of the past, whatever battle was happening was like a soft dream. With the rocking of the ship, the battle seemed to have excavated. Still, Kaathe continued to sit. He was planning to leave, but knew that if he did, he'd still find difficulties. He was preparing himself for any unnecessary fights. After all, this wasn't his battle, and those who drag themselves into another's fight is likely to become a casualty or fatality.
As he sat, the battle above raged on, and none were left to watch over the 'prisoner.' Still, someone managed to arrive, as Kaathe heard a voice speaking to him. He was the only prisoner in the ship, so he knew he was the only person they were addressing. Mask and Cowl still on, Kaathe opened his eyes and looked to the new visitor. He looked familiar, but Kaathe didn't quite believe it. It had been years since last he saw him. There were some other similarities outside of appearance, as well. The voice, and its tone were very similar to a certain elf he had fought alongside.
Kaathe sighed. He wanted to focus a bit more of his magic, but it seems as if the newcomer would disrupt his concentration. The dark elf stood up, and enchanted one of his gloves with freezing magic.
"
You remind me of an ally I once had. Fool wanted to be a white knight. But you can't be him. Why would he be here instead of protecting some poor family from bandits?"
Kaathe touched the entrance to his cell, freezing it, and a after a moment, he swung his arm through, shattering it to create an opening. Walking past the newcomer, Kaathe walked over to the wall, and reclaimed his items, some of the food was gone, but most his belonging were still there. He turned back to the newcomer, and said,
"
I'm to going to leave this place. I don't intend to rot here. I'll accompany you to the deck. You've probably attracted some attention coming down here in the middle of a battle."
Kaathe loaded a bolt into his crossbow, and enchanted it with some illusory magic. Something he had learned to use when faced with crowds of killers and beasts. He looked past the newcomer and saw a privateer running towards them.
"
Look, there's one now."
Kaathe raised his crossbow, and let the bolt loose. The bolt hit the enemy in the shoulder, and the enchantment worked its way through his body and into his mind. He howled as hallucinations plagued his minds and warped his reality. Soon after, another would arrive, and the now crazed privateer's attention was switched over to them.
As the maddened privateer savagely attacked his comrade, Kaathe looked to the newcomer.
"
Let's get going."