Hisir Namedene
((I'm having trouble understanding what it is exactly you want Hisir to do...but because he rolled fairly well, I'll just say it succeeded.))
Broken glass rains down onto the floor as the lights of the prison hall are shattered by Hisir's halberd. It's not pitch black, due to the small amounts of light coming though some of the cell windows, but it should be dark enough to at least give the Chosen One a little more of an edge over his adversaries.
Hisir drops back onto the ground, and attempts concentrate the darkness around the windows and doorways of the hall in order to delay the entry of any authorities. Somewhat disappointingly, though he
was able to influence the shadows to some extent, the result appears subpar at best; other than making the hall darker and harder to see into, the shadow barriers probably won't be of much help. His shadow manipulation skills must be rusty...or maybe shadows just aren't a very good material to make barricades out of in the first place.
The police forces can be heard just outside the building, organizing themselves and surrounding the area. With the already-released inmates huddled together in a dark corner of the hall, Hisir makes an effort to free as many more as possible, before any pesky officers of the law decide to make an unwelcome entrance...
The Chosen One successfully releases three more prisoners from their confinement, but is interrupted while he works on breaking open the next cell by the sound of a flurry of footsteps rushing through the building. Shade begins to growl once more as the footsteps rapidly approach their location.
Hisir runs toward the liberated inmates and prepares to make a hasty retreat with them to the nearest refuge via the wonder of teleportation. When suddenly, the Chosen One is hit by the unfortunate realization that he has no means of teleporting himself, let alone the prisoners, anywhere.
Jorn Darkmane
((goddamn it, Vgray. Right as I was proofreading.
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Jorn reads through the paper, but finds nothing he can confirm as related to the other Chosen Ones inhabiting the planet. Not very surprising. Though he has no way of knowing what kind of trouble his fellow participants may be getting themselves into, the warlock deduces that it will likely take some time for news of their shenanigans to spread. On the bright side, local gas prices have apparently dropped by nearly 10¢.
As for unusual happenings, according to another local news story, a baby was taken from a nearby neighborhood home just over two days ago. The perpetrators were soon located, but each of them suffered a mysterious death shortly after being apprehended by police. The infant has thus far yet to be found. Needless to say, the authorities are requesting that anyone with details about the crime file a report at the nearest county police station.
Suddenly, the Chosen One is struck with a brilliant summoning idea, and focuses his mind to inform his boggart of what supplies he will need...
The Moderator(s)
One of the soldiers chuckles at the Chosen One's inquiry. "It's hard not to believe in something you've been ordered to-" Before he can finish his sentence, a stern look from his comrade causes him to abruptly stop speaking.
Several more minutes of silent walking go by before the trio finally stops in front of a very secure looking door. One of the soldiers steps forward and enters a short code using the small keypad to the side of the door. It immediately slides open, revealing an extensive room that The Moderator quickly concludes to be one of the facility's development departments; the place is bustling with Black Maple staff members hard at work hauling around equipment, reviewing blueprints, and constructing all sorts of different prototype technology.
The Moderator is lead over to his work area, which has most all the requested supplies laid out on a long, metal table; they even remembered to set out a sandwich for him. He is told to begin whenever he's ready, and that the vest will be brought to a special in-facility shooting range for testing once finished.
Sir Havel the Unyielding
Sir Havel descends the staircase, which is soon found out to lead into long, narrow tunnel. It's a tight fit (this secret passageway definitely wasn't made with the thought that it'd someday be traversed by any ten-foot tall stone warriors in mind), but with the praying undoubtedly coming from somewhere at the other end of it, the Chosen One has little choice but to push onward.
The tunnel eventually brings Sir Havel to a small chamber, well-lit by candlelight, where a man sits on the floor with his back to the Chosen One. Judging by his attire, he must be the head keeper of the shrine.
There looks to be a number of sacred artifacts set out around the shrinekeeper, but before the Chosen One gets the chance to examine any of them more closely, his attention is drawn away by something far more disturbing; scattered about the chamber floor are the skeletal remains of several other followers of Lunus. The level of decay of the corpses and their garments suggests that their end came long ago.
Cautiously, Sir Havel offers a simple greeting to the head shrinekeeper. After ending his prayer, the shrinekeeper slowly rises to his feet, and without turning around, utters a most unusual phrase. "So, the time has finally come..."
Estimated time passed: 20 minutes.
16:55 remain.
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