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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Poor bastard... rest in peace, Dag."

Chris sighed and made the sign of the Plague Dragon over the fallen man; he may not have been a fellow believer, but if there was anyone that would be found worthy, it would be someone who died fighting such a vile person as Prixima. The assassin turned to his allies.

"We need to find Derick."

[Sirus]

Gregor was unsteady on his feet, leaning on Aaron's lance for support.

: "I agree. But if he's not up here, then he must be..."
He couldn't voice the thought that Derick might have been blasted off the tower out loud. No one could survive that.

[Haspen]

Some more rubble fell off the walls. The pieces of stone and rooftiles that went down the hole that was left after Prixima's explosive end produced a curious, metallic sound. It seems that the talk about cauldrons in a room below this one wasn't Prixima's mere boasting!

[SeriousConcentrate]

"...Maybe he fell in the hole."

Chris carefully moved to the edge, then got on his stomach to distribute his weight across a wider surface and hopefully not collapse the nearby floor. He looked over and into the room.

"Derick! Are you down there!?"

[Culise]

"Ow."  Raquel carefully made her way to her feet, the healing staff supporting her own weight.  She looked around at the others, everyone who still seemed up and about under Mannan's ministrations. 

"W...where's Derick?  He..."

The crumbling of masonry drew her attention.  Forcing herself to walk, she moved to the edge and peered down, hoping to find some hint.

[freeformschooler]

Charlotte got off easy. She took a bump to the head and nothing else. Rising up from the rubble, she fell and caught herself on a downed pillar.

: "Oh, no... Dag? Raquel? Gregor?"

She looked up, and Gregor was already standing. Whew.

: "Captain Marpa! Let's get everyone out of this room. We don't want to fall into the cauldrons below. Afterward, we should scout the remains of Kesselring Castle for Prixima's old books and any remaining Dragonstones she hadn't crushed. We cannot allow that knowledge and power to fall into the wrong hands again."

[Haspen]

Both Raquel and Christopher could see rows upon rows of cauldrons. Most were broken or melted or toppled over. There was lots of goo, but most already in form of powder or dry stains on the floors or walls - it seems that explosions and silvery goo doesn't mix well in regards of the latter.

There was also one cauldron with peculiar feature. Namely, a pair of legs sticking out of it and wiggling furiously in the air.

Derick got stuck in a pot.

//Derick is now active~!

[SeriousConcentrate]

"...I'll go get him."

Chris gripped the edge and slid over, dangling from the hole for a minute before dropping down into the room. Then he made his way over to the cauldron and wrapped his arms around Derick's legs, pulling up and walking backwards in an attempt to free him.

[Sirus]

: "Charlotte's right. We need to get out of here soon; that blast couldn't have been good for this tower."

He watched Chris drop into the hole. Hopefully Derick was okay.

[Culise]

Raquel barely even noticed Charlotte's mention of Prixima's wealth of knowledge, watching as she watched Chris try to work Derick free.  She gripped the staff tightly, her knuckles almost white. 

[Haspen]

Chris pulled on the legs.

The cauldron toppled over and it's side bonked on the floor, forcing a loud 'OW' coming out of the pot.

He was OK.

---

"Yes... yes sure, it will be her study and quarters." Wobbly and still clutching her head a bit, Marpa left the room, along with Mannan.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"...At least you're alive, and OK. Come here."

Chris crouched and waited for Derick to crawl out of the cauldron.

[freeformschooler]

: "Hm? They're off awfully fast."

Charlotte checked around the room once more to make sure no one else was dead. Ami wasn't up, but she was alive. Charlotte snuck out of the room and followed Marpa/Mannan.

[Furtuka]

"Guh! Don't- worry I'm alive!"

Derick rolled around in the cauldron until he managed to pull himself out. He looked down a second and grimaced at the state of his clothes, and brushed himself off.

"Did we win? Where's Raquel?"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Up there."

Chris pulled Derick into a hug.

"...Good work, Derick. Thank you."