Among The Storm

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Synopsis

Prologue

In dark and gloomy cells, in an unknown underground prison lay tens of each race that could ever exist. The water drips, the moss and mold lay in the gloom, one small window to the very top barely leaking a lick of moonlight. If one were to walk by, if they had especially good hearing, they may be able to hear a few sniffled sobs, or if they had especially good eyesight and were to peek in, they would see the dreadful air of hopeless beings.

These poor and unfortunate beings, having been there for days, thought they were left for dead, until finally they felt hope, some dread, as footsteps of multiple feet could be heard.

THUD

THUD

THUD

The footsteps got closer and closer and more and more crying could be heard from beings of all races and ages. As the mysterious footsteps got closer, five humanoid silhouettes could barely be seen in the dark corridor of cells. One silhouette was seen carrying a torch and another silhouette was seen holding a ring of keys.

The prisoners were afraid, for they remembered the ones who brought them to this dreadful place. The prisoners were aware that their end may be close and many prayers and sobbing resonated throughout. Some prisoners were crouching in the deepest of corners, clinging to the strand of hope of going unnoticed. Alas, all prisoners were aware, so dreadfully aware, that that day was their last, and they could do nothing about it, for no one was there to save them.

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In a separate room, a floor lower than the underground prisons, there lay a carved out magic circle. The only thing allowing one to see the magic circle were the torches of eerie blue fire, one hung on each of the four walls ten feet high and about two yards of space along each wall.

Walking around the magic circle and checking that everything was perfect was one more hooded figure. The hooded figure was holding a long wand and had a cloak slightly different than the rest, for his cloak adorned a pitch-black pin the size of a ring, on it, the carving of a cloud.

They took their last step around the circle, let go of their wand to let it stand up straight on its own, dusting their hands in satisfaction for the completed magic circle. An ominous smile forms on their face as thudding footsteps and tired shuffling feet are heard approaching.

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As the hooded figures lead away the prisoners to the separate room underneath the prisons, the only thing that could be heard were footsteps, no one daring to utter a peep.

They approach the door, all prisoners accounted for, herded onto the magic circle.

It was at this moment the prisoners knew their hope was truly gone. Filled with dread, some went crazy, some collapsed, some sobbing, some even tried running away in which they were silenced and placed back onto the circle.

For the pity of the prisoners was well deserved, most were filled with relief as the blue light emitted from the magic circle, relieving them from their hell.