Fluffy-Kat
Your future Supreme Overlord :3 <3
Eleniel felt one particular movement, amongst the rest, that had begun to stray away. The life force, or rather the dark force began to travel down, and eventually to the level the group was trapped in. 'One is coming,' she thought, until the undead one had spoken up yet again, explaining further into this "plan". But they were running out of time to prepare, one of the cultists was nearing. She turn on her heels from the bars and moved past the bodies in her way to reach dark part of the cell in the back. The remains of a few bodies before the current occupants, lay scattered. Their flesh had melted and mended into the harsh, stone floor, acting as a decaying glue still holding onto bones. She knelt beside one body, its skull against the wall, and its rib cage exposed,"Amin hireatha mellonamin (Im sorry friend)," she whispered, a small hand holding a rib before jolting a pull, the snap echoing between the damp walls of the cell,"You serve a purpose even after death," she added, before proceeding to break a few more and store them in her waist band. The girl felt naked, and lighter than usual with out her outer layer that served as armor. They left her with thin clothing that kept the armor from chaffing against her skin. At least her boots were still with her, they made her an inch or two taller. It may not be a drastic difference but it did a number on her confidence.
Aside from the collected ribs, she picked up a loose chain, it was about three feet in length, maybe a little less. She coiled it and held it one hand, while the strongest in the bunch moved forward to ambush the stray cultist coming to retrieve them. And that they did. As soon as the cell door opened they attacked. The Usquener (smelly one) was the first to attacked, and once the cultist was assumed dead, he stripped.him of his cloak and mask, revealing a faceless body. How disturbing. The elf grimaced at the sight and wondered what kind of ungodly creature gave birth to that. She didnt recall ever coming across a being like that, in all her years of living. But she had more important things to think about.
They had to get moving, and quickly to catch the others above off their guard if they wanted a chance to escape. The Agaryulnaer (blood sucker) had broken free thanks to the undead man. The two spoke a little. Eleniel was moving past them when she heard the living decaying body label her as "Sugar Blood" and advising the vampire to "save her for later". The petitw elf stopped in her tracks, glaring at them for a second and pulling the chain her hand taught. The clinking serving as a silent threat before rolling her eyes and proceeding to the open door. At last the group was free to move out of the crowded space now, that is until the undead one once again mentioned something about being the bard's prisoners after he approached the demon guitarist. Eleniel raised an eyebrow in a 'youve-got-to-be-kidding-me' fashion. They just broke out and now they were going back into chains, at least temporarily. She rubbed at the marks on her neck again, feeling the tender pain. Then, she rubbed each of her wrists, hoping they would stay free from the pains of chains. In any case she was willing to do what had to be done in order for this to go smoothly, and be free from the group she was stuck with. My did she grow anxious to break away from this unlikely bunch.
Not caring to wait, the elf slipped past the group, ignoring their presence entirely and continued down the corridor. The chain gripped firmly in one hand, she searched for her equipment before an escape route. She could not leave with out her bow, daggers and armor, all forged long ago by her people. It was all she had, and she was either going to reacquire it, or die trying. The light elf sensed another life on the other side of one door, and held the chain in both hands, unaware of who is behind. She was cautious, as usual. When the door opened, she raised her hands to make a move but froze when she noticed it was one of the members of the group. Azure eyes blunked for a moment, wondering how the girl got in there in the first place, but immediately redirected her thoughts back to her belongings. And with the girl already beating her to the location where the prisoner's belongings were being held, she figured she wasnt the only one desperatw for her things. Eleniel squeezed her self between the door way and blind folded woman, sensing dark magic as she walked by.
Eleniel felt more lively as she spotted her things. Her armor and clothing were tossed in a heap, which she was quick to retrieve. She slipped on the pieces, tightened the laces of her boots, and laced the bracers on her arms (see her armor on her CS). Her mask was tucked in the inside chest pocket of armor, then she moved to her quiver hanging on a wooden peg in the wall. The abundance of arrows still accounted for, and packed snugly in their container. She pulled it from the wall and quickly threw the strap over her shoulder and neck. Next were her long daggers that she found among other rusted swords and short blades. She picked them up, the Eldar silver reflecting under the same faint glow. Eleniel gave a quick twirl of the blades, savoring the familiar weight and feel in her hands before returning them to their proper holster in the quiver. She collected the rest of her throwing daggers and placed them in the hidden pockets of her armor: boots, sleeves, waist, chest. At last she snatched her bow, her most prized possesion. It had a history, used in battle by her father, then passed to her when she became the captain of her King's guard. The bow helped her to feel connected with her people. She finished suiting up, and turned to the door again, string her bow on her back like the quiver, with the chain still wrapped in one hand.
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