Blood from Stone [AU]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"That can't be all," Cindy pleads. If the guard was too drained to send backup to the prison, they must be barely containing the... fire? rioting? in Cattown. 

[GamesMaster]

"Too much. Have to hide, wait for it to burn out. Devils and summoners..."

[Marian Hawke]

"Devils," whispers Liz, and there's a long-buried horror in her eyes. "Nyra is being taken by sceleratis."

[Vigile]

"Beg pardon, devils?" Hopping onto the footboard of the bed, Vigile stares intently at Miki. "Do go on." That was not a polite suggestion...

[GamesMaster]

Miki shifts a bit. "Fought summoner, devil-dog. Car said... Car-mom taken, some alchemy... thing."

[Marian Hawke]

"The tainted reagents," whispers Liz. "They got to Mother?"

[GamesMaster]

Miki nods. "Don't know rest. Car knows."

[Shannon zi'Marass]

Shannon takes a deep breath, face entirely pale. "I... I need to- to inform Warbound Sten about... about this," she says, voice higher than it should be, eyes showing far too much white.

[Marian Hawke]

"You need to run," whispers Liz. "Take Cindy. Run to the Oak. You'll be safe there -- divine intervention."

[Vigile]

"That is... worrying." There's a faint creaking noise as the pavitra's claws dig into the hardwood footboard. "Still. Nyra is not so weak as to fall thusly. Retreating to Crystalwing should be more than sufficient. Or... ah, yes. We are still rather close to Preacher's Way, are we not?"

[Shannon zi'Marass]

"Right, yes. We should- we should all head to the nearest big Vangalite temple,"Shannon says firmly. "Or- I should- I will discuss with this Sten and Bull. Pardon my- my leaving, I-" With a smile, thin and pale as it is, she heads for the door.

[GamesMaster]

Miki steps aside to let her out. "Will you come?" He asks Liz.

[Marian Hawke]

Liz nods. "alright. We can meet up and evacuate together."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Take Vig," says Cindy, voice tight. "Please. I will be safe with Shan."

[Vigile]

Vigile frowns slightly, the severe expression honestly a bit adorable on his tiny, furry face. "Very well. I suppose that, truth be told, the two dozen guards around the house are more security than I would be regardless. I will, however, have your sworn oath that you will not attempt to return to the prison, nor attempt to go heroing until you are truly recovered."