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[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris turned to Gregor.

"What's the plan? Do we go for the inner keep or check out the main courtyard, to see if there's anyone there we can save that will help us fight when inside?"

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena propped herself up, an arm wrapped around the duo of bolts that penetrated her armor. It hurt, but it wasn't fatal, for now. She noticed Valor was at her side.
"I'm fine... I'm not going to die. I just need Ami to get me on my feet...

[Powder Miner]

Alexander pulled himself out of yet another pool of his own blood, scraping himself painfully to his knees, and with a grunt, still slowly, off of the ground.
:"Alright then, I'm ready to go, whichever way."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison stood quietly as he looked over the corpses strewn about the courtyard.
: "Agreed on finding the Lady. My advice would be to continue inwards. We should not stay here more than we need to, our luck might not hold out..."
Olison crouched down to the nearest soldier and looked them over, attempting to identify their heraldry.

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Good. I'm glad. Once we're all back on our feet, we still need to get to Prixima. Then... we're done." Valor stood, and gave both his swords a quick glance before wiping what blood there was off of them. He also swapped back to his iron sword.

[Haspen]

Olison could easily recognize the Berebian crests; most of the soldiers had black deer on crimson field of Tunhausen; or two brown bears facing each other - it was the crest of Vagamoor. Few had the iron gauntlet on teal field, the very crest of descendants of General Bereb, current rulers of Berebia.

[CrimsonEon]

Olison stood, shaking his head.
: "My word, this is quite a task force here. Multiple houses, and even some of Bereb's own soldiers... This was no mere attack of opportunity, this must have been well planned."

[Sirus]

Chris turned to Gregor.

"What's the plan? Do we go for the inner keep or check out the main courtyard, to see if there's anyone there we can save that will help us fight when inside?"

: "We...we..."

Gregor's fists clenched.

: "...we go to the keep and find Prixima. If anyone can tell us what's going on here, it's her. Maybe she still has some soldiers to help as well."
I'm sorry, everyone...

[Praefectus Screptum]

"We just made a giant graveyard here, so if you really want to save some soldiers, we can get into this "rescue mission". The more we kill, the better it will be for the Plague Dragon, so I do not have objections."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander thought, torn.
:"...I agree we need to enter the keep. If Prixima us still there... ...yes, we need to enter the keep. Gregor's decision was a wise one."

[Haspen]

And so, the group ventured into the keep.

The main audience hall was filled with bodies, of all kinds of armors, both Berebian and Menelean. The floor under the mercenaries' boots was giving away wet, squishy noises of blood and gory bits being crunched under them, the once white marble floor panels were now completely red.

The corridors upstairs were less bloody but still had corpses littered in every corner and nook. And what's worse, not all corpses belonged to soldiers - some of them were unarmed servants, scholars and such. It was now clear that it wasn't a simple takeover of a castle, it was a cleansing.

One floor before the Prixima's part of the keep, the mercenaries began to hear shouts, clanking of weapons, and screams of dying. It seems that they weren't too late.

Or are they?

Two access points are currently available: One of those is by going through the main stairwell into the few more halls and corridors before arriving at Prixima's office. This is the way which mercenaries were normally using when going to meet with Prixima.
The other possible entrance is small tower embedded in the very middle of the keep. Whilst being closer to Prixima's office, there's no enough place for more than 6 people in its tiny stairwell room.

[Sirus]

Gregor was, to put it mildly, not happy at the sight of the bodies. He struggled to keep it under control.

: "So...is anyone taking this tower route?"

[IronyOwl]

: "I'm not sure if it'd be wise to split up, but if we do, I'd be willing to come along."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison grimaced on seeing the carnage inside.
: "Even they wouldn't be this merciless. This is something else."
: "The route is a bit small, some could get inside from there but it might not do us wonders in securing a solid escape route."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander, who had been smothering most of his outrage with his sense of duty up until this point, could no longer contain it. He was obviously enraged, in a blind rage in fact.
:"TELL ME WHERE THE BEREBIANS ARE! TELL ME SO I CAN RIP THEM APART WITH MY BARE HANDS!"
And with this he charged down the halls.