Sentinels and Saviors [CRP]

[Alusq]

Renata, after taking stock of the situation, opted to rush deeper into the prison complex rather than rejoin the fight. With the wind sword involved— wait, wouldn't they consider that heretical as well?— Tiras's physical strength and dark magic was all that was needed. Down, down the hall she went, through one corridor and another, until the clammy void of the complex finally gave way to candlelight.

"Greetings." The robed man sat before a table in the small office, entirely unbothered by the commotion. In front of him was a tea cup, to his side a stack of record books, and behind him a wall-mounted rack holding several rings of keys.

"Stand and fight, bastard," Renata snarled, baring her sword. Whatever this trick was, she wouldn't fall for it.

"Shame," the man murmured, barely audible over the sound of beads hitting the floor. A prayer necklace. He slowly rose from his chair. "Seems my time has come after all."

"In nomas sanktai!" Renata shouted the ecclesiastical rallying cry as her sword rent the neck of the man running at her baring nothing but fists. His only weapon was guilt. She heard him whispering as she rushed forth to claim the keys, each ring large enough to slide onto her wrist, and pretended not to hear the customary response to her verse as she stepped over his bleeding body to return whence she came.

Soon, Renata was back in front of a prison door. "Now is the beginning of our glorious struggle!" She began to shout at the prisoners as she fumbled with the keys. She had to give them direction lest they all escape into the night. "Together, we shall bring justice to the Empire!" Finally, one of the keys fit, and the first prison door opened in what seemed like a deluge.

"She actually did it!" One of the prisoners immediately began to shout over Renata! "We're free! We're—" However, he was almost immediately trampled by other prisoners eager to escape the cell.

"Wait!" Renata yelled. "Stay with us! We must seize the prison! For justice! For Lycia!" She had no hope of controlling the dozen or so men already barreling towards the exit, and towards Tiras's fight. Perhaps it would have been wiser to wait on unlocking the cells until the situation was under control, but already every other occupied cell was competing for her attention with shouts to let them free.