⇨ JAILHOUSE ROCKS

[ringleaders]

Who: Everyone who IS imprisoned, brainwashed, or infiltrating.
When: Day 175, 11:30PM onward.
Where: The Prince's shiny new fortress.
What: Those that have been imprisoned by the Prince languish in their underground cell, while those that are under his control continue to do his nasty bidding. Also, Foster might be here? We'll see how that goes.
Warnings: General fuckery, maybe torture.

THE LAIR OF THE BEAST↴ As the fortress comes into being, the Prince has been reaching far across his realm, beckoning his servants back to him and corralling as many helpless hostages as he can manage. In the case of the unfortunate carnival members who made the mistake of crossing him during their stay, they are being locked away in the most secure inner sanctums, held as collateral against their former master. Those freshly captured haven't yet been bent to his will, but they can certainly be neutralized. Carted away by security and pulled deep underground, there feels like there is little hope of them escaping on their own. ► GROUNDED: The Prince's dungeon is a simple one - in place of cages and manacles, there is only natural stone. A claustrophobic cave somewhere deep in the earth, those within it will soon be completely cut off from the outside world. All the prisoners will have been injected with manticore venom at some point or another, which will be slowly turning parts of their bodies to stone, and if that wasn't enough they have also been partially encased in the stone walls and pillars, as if phased halfway into the rock and left there in various positions. It is an enclosed area, and all the prisoners are within talking distance of each other - which is a good thing, because there isn't a lot else to do with their powers mostly bound and their bodies becoming less and less capable of movement. ► CONTROLLED: Those of the brainwashed that manage to return to the fortress will be set to work guarding and attending to these hostages, along with the help of some of the long term Manor servants. They still need to eat, right, and that can be difficult when you arms are stuck in a cave wall. Otherwise, there may come a time when the Prince calls upon them to do something more specific - and there's also the chance that the new prisoners will fall victim to his power and succumb to his control as well. With the poison in their bodies, it's only a matter of time before they lose themselves.

Comments

[whattaprick]

"More or less. Priestesses and druids claim to get their powers from spirits or the gods, but if I had to guess they just have their own ways of training kids with the potential." He snickers, slightly. "They've got some pretty different views about how magic ought to be used. Personally, I try to stay out of it. Don't have the time to listen to stuck-up women and old men in robes talk my ear off about they think magic ought to be used."

[mylastchance]

It doesn't really make sense to him. If magic existed than everyone should be able to access it. For magic to be dependent on the individual, it meant that Lambert's world used an entirely different system of magic. Lauren couldn't even comprehend it. A world without the weave, one where magic was still possible. He didn't even know that much about the weave, but he still knew it was what made magic possible on Faerun. For only certain people to be able to use magic though, the weave would either need to discriminate or magic was something driven solely by the inner power of the individual. If that was the case then it was no wonder magic users, even trained ones, would be prone towards creating disasters. The weave kept balance, it was what prevented magic from reeking havoc on the fabric of their reality.

"That's terrifying..."

[wild_magic]

"I think lots of people can't really use magic where we're from either. It's a lot of work to learn it, with how many ways it is. If there's even less ways, then it would be really hard to learn it, right? Like... I know I couldn't learn to be a druid like Lauren. I don't understand all that nature stuff." It's a bit of a ramble, but he doesn't think about it. He knows a lot about the practical aspects of magic, or at least of how he uses magic, but he knows nothing about how it actually works... So he could be totally wrong, too. Not that he cares.

[whattaprick]

"Magic is terrifying," Lambert says, matter-of-fact, not really understanding what part of what he said Lauren is responding to -- but it doesn't matter. The sentiment would be the same regardless.

"Its chaos. It'll always seem that way to people who don't have it, and there'll always be those who want more of it." Lambert stifles a cough, shifting uncomfortably against the stone.

"But it's not like I'm the best person to talk to about using magic, anyway," he concludes. "Only reason I can use it is because I was made to."

[wild_magic]

"What kind of magic can you use?" He really wants to ask how someone can be made to use magic, but that doesn't seem like the sort of thing you can just say. He just hopes that Lauren realizes that too and doesn't ask it because he knows his brother isn't good at realizing what you shouldn't say to people.

[mylastchance]

"What do you mean you were made?"

[whattaprick]

"Back home? Just simple stuff," Lambert answers, waving his only free hand lazily, fingers moving through a brief flicker of signs -- to no effect, of course. "Knocking someone down, set them on fire, make ghosts corporeal ... things you can use in a fight."

As to Lauren's question, he shrugs. "And I meant it like it sounds. I was human, people did stuff to me, then I wasn't just human anymore."

[wild_magic]

"That's cool... Especially if you couldn't use it, before." It definitely sounds complicated, though. He's intrigued, even though he isn't normally super into how magic works, but right now without anything else to think about, it's interesting enough.

"I guess that fire magic is something lots of people can do."

[mylastchance]

He doesn't understand how you can just stop being human. Unless maybe it was something like lycanthropy. Even then, the infected were still human, they were just something else too. It doesn't make sense to him, but he doesn't ask about it again, instead preferring to puzzle it out on his own.

He's also never heard of a spell that turns ghosts corporeal, so that's where he redirects his attention for the moment. He's surprised Lambert calls it 'simple.' Then again, with how different magic was between worlds, should he really be surprised.

"How can magic be so different in so many places?"

[whattaprick]

Lambert could explain it further, sometime, but right now, it's too technical and he isn't particularly in the mood.

"You're asking the wrong person about both those things," he snickers. "Ask one of the real magicians, sometime." If they ever see them again, anyway.

"If I had to guess, fire's common because it's elemental. Even monsters like dragons and wyverns can use it." He coughs, slightly, making a rasping noise at the back of his throat. It takes a few tries before a small lick of flame puffs out in front of his face, a temporary flare of light in the relatively dim cave.

"...that's about as much as I can, right now."